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Chapter 2: First Encounters of the IIIrd Kind: Part Two
Location: Musutafu Museum of Natural History, Shizuoka Prefecture, Japan
Date: Jan. 12, 2322
Time: 12:07 PM
Universe: 070714-J040316
The vortex is gone at last, but not without long lasting property damages to be paid.
While the Egg curiously managed to survive the blasts – no scratches, dents, or visible hairlines to determine the damages placed on it – it would not be said the large debris surrounded by it, with the walls and roof completely consumed before being spitted it out the rescinding portal of some kind. Though, it would be another project UA High School would HAPPILY oblige to add in its long, long, LONG list of community services it would enforce to its students to work on!
"Oi, Deku?" Bakugou called out to his estranged friend of his, "You okay there, nerd?"
"Calling, Aizawa-Sensei, I repeat calling Aizawa sensei" Shoto tried to call before he was responded by a static caller. Suddenly, he felt something off. Like being watched from a distance. He then stared at the Egg for a bit, the source of this ominous vibe. And this time it felt different. Instead of feeling of something sinister lurking, it felt… warm. Warm as in familial warmth, so close and cozy to wrap around in. Which makes him even more suspicious of the structure and its enigmatic origins. "What are you?"
Suddenly, he noticed something by the Egg, a small bush of wavy, green hair at the edge on the Egg's littered platform. Shoto rushed to the platform and blasted off the debris littered next to it with snow, cushioning and reliving from the heat's atrocious blast. Bakugou followed suit once he hears Shoto's snow blast and runs towards him. Both of them hovered over their unconscious classmate. Surprisingly, Deku was already taken care of, being blanketed by a green jacket, place in stable and comfortable position and had a wet rag placed on his head. Yet his conditions are not stable, with his heartbeat drummed slower and his breath heaved more and more by the minute.
"Tsk. Why did ya have to overdo it, damn nerd." Bakugou commented in one of his few moments of concerns he publicly expressed. "WHY DID YA HAVE TO NEARLY BITE THE DUST BEFORE AND NOT BOW DOWN TO MY AWESOMENESS!"
Shoto shushed him, pointing towards something at the far corner of the room, where amidst the large rubble stack upon them, brown shoes were spotted near the fallen roof debris.
Bakugou's eyes burrowed in fury, swearing under his breath on the person who had put his (potential) rival into deep sleep. He's supposed to that!
They tiptoed their way towards the shoes, slowly avoiding the dust and gravel that littered all over the room while forming up their battle positions: Shoto walks – or slide through the meticulous and careful icing on the floor, minimizing noise – straight to the shoes, while Bakugou hides on the largest rubble next to the shoes' location and scoped into firing position.
Tensed atmosphere stormed in, from the two Hero trainees stationed in for a potential offensive from their newly arrived visitor, to outside of the Museum, where armed police officers and high-ranking Heroes, including from UA, waiting outside for the situation to calm down and hoped for the safety of their students – and dampening the bill from the Museum. Clouds started to roll in and thundered on the people on the ground, making them even stiffer than ever, waiting for the signal to storm in.
Except for one officer, Detective Tsukauchi, who seemed to be focused on one question: "What the hell happened?"
Shoto flicked out a small fire blade on his left hand, reverse grip, and gently reached his right to the edge of the display.
"There you are!"
The two turned their attention, staring at their fellow classmate, Ochaco Uraraka.
"We've been worry sick about you guys," Ochaco quivered in anxiety, "is everything okay?"
"Where the hell have you guys been this whole damn time?!" Bakugou whispered loudly, "And keep you voice down will ya?!"
Ochaco jumped into Bakugou's surprise silent yell and in confusion, causing Shoto to notice something a bit off about her, like she's not entirely prepared like she normally was. But Shoto make a mental about it and he turns back and faced the debris in front of him. A brief sigh comes out of him, relaxing his nerves a bit.
CLANG!
He swung the display away from him, and immediately swings his blade near to the visitor's neck.
Only to realize that there's no one's there.
"Huh?"
There's nothing there, except the rubble and the shoes, left on the open and waft out his venomous stench. Shoto winced in disgust over the smell and walks away from it. Suddenly, he received something on his comms. For a few seconds later he turns around and shake his head to the two people in front of them.
"WHAT?!" Bakugou returns to his usual bellicose roar, "WHERE'S THAT ALIEN DOUCHE?! I WANT TO SPEAK MY MIND WITH THAT TRASH OVER DEALING WITH MY NERD!"
"Bakugou, zip it." Shoto reprimanded, "Whoever that guy was, he left before anyone notices."
"Yeah, sure but—"
"And that he at least nursed Midoriya a bit for us to pick up the slack."
"W-What?! What happened to him?!" Ochaco whimpered.
"Relax, he's doing just fine… for now."
Ochaco gasped in fear of her crush's life, but then met with Shoto's raised eyebrow, bringing the note he dotted down again.
"What's the situation at the moment?" Shoto asked, still eyeing his "classmate's" behavior.
"We're being surrounded by the League."
"WHAT?!" Bakugou yelled, "WHAT DO THEY WANT IN THIS SHITTY PLACE?!"
"Dunno, said something about the Egg for some reason."
"Why?" Shoto asked, rasing his suspicion even more about her.
"I-I don't know, they said something so fast I can't be able to process in!" Ochaco smiled somewhat forcefully than before. "But one thing for sure, we must deliver it to a safe location before the League discovers it!"
"What about Tsu and Mina? Where are they?"
"They're trapped!" Ochaco yelped "Nomus trapped them at our exhibit! You gotta helped them!"
Shoto stared back to Bakugou, who also aroused a similar thought with him, and faced Ochaco again.
"Stay here, watched over Midoriya while me and Katsuki deal with the others."
She nodded.
The two boys sprinted out to their friends' help, leaving the Egg and Deku behind with her. After they leave, a small, crooked smile etched on her face.
"Do ya think this is a trick?" Bakugou asked, dodging over the littered rubble sprinkled all over the hallway.
"Yeah." Shoto answered while sliding on his ice track. "She may be extremely covert but lacks in the subtlety department."
"Is it really a good idea to leave Deku behind?" Bakugou inquired. "With him?!"
"He's in safe hands."
The sky thundered loudly, while the heavy footsteps clamored the asphalt below, and the spectators gathered around the Museum, not for only the resolution of the crisis inside, but also enjoying the spectacle of the main show at present: Heroes.
And one of those Heroes who's present, though retired and in his twilight years, maintained an aura of hope and respect to the people around him. Yet he sighed in anxiety for his protégé's and of the rest of his classes' safety inside. Standing next to him is old rival, the current No. 1 Hero, Endeavor.
"All Might."
"Endeavour."
They continue to stare into the Museum, muted only by the thundering clasps in the sky.
"Any news on the inside?" All Might asked, "Any attempted radio contact from the staff or at least the students."
"Unfortunately, no." Endeavour answered stiffly. "Radio signals were jammed, making it impossible for anyone to call someone inside."
All Might sighed, digging deeper into his eye sockets.
"There's nothing to worry about, Toshinori."
"I know, I know. It's just that…"
"What?"
All Might sighed once more, "Nothing. Just nothing, I've got a bad feeling that's all."
Endeavour raised his eyebrows; curiosity began to stir in his mind about the former Symbol of Peace's little secret he hid.
"And why is that? My son is a powerful student, and you have Midoriya wielded with the One for All Quirk that YOU gave him."
All Might sighed. "I don't know, I felt a familiar feeling I once had with my Master. In a mission that we never thought possible."
Curiosity began to claw in Endeavour's mind, but before he can respond, a hurried detective comes by.
"All Might! Endeavour!" Detective Tsukauchi called as he runs towards the two Pro-Heroes, "We got something!"
They all run toward the surveillance center at a nearby building. All of the screens flickered nonstop with everyone inside plugged, unplugged, flitch up and down the switch and encoding everything to make everything work, with no avail. Except for one monitor in the middle. A string symphonized rhythm of beeps echoed on the screen. Along the way, they catch up with fellow Heroes they knew: the UA Teachers.
"Aizawa, Kan. What's the update?" All Might asked to the two homeroom teachers whose whole class were stuck inside the Museum.
"Well… we got some goods and some bad news." Sekijiro Kan, also known as Vlad King, answered with a bit of confusion.
"What's the good part?"
Kan stayed silent. Aizawa steps in answered in his usual monotone voice, "We have communication link inside."
"How?" Endeavour asked to the all-black and drowsy man. "I thought all communication channels went black as soon as that quake shuts up itself."
"That's the thing, they didn't. They telegrammed." Aizawa then pointed at the middle screen. The two No.1s popped their eyes wide as possible when they learn that irritable beep was actually Morse Code.
"Morse Code?" All Might gasped, "Where on earth they learned that?! We're supposed to teach them a few lessons later!"
"They didn't." Tsukauchi pointed out, "Look."
Tsukauchi showed a piece of paper to the two Heroes, reading out the content out loud by Endeavour.
"Please send out EMT personnel ASAP. A green haired boy of teenage years of age, knock out unconscious."
All Might gasped, "Young Midoriya!"
"Did the Emergency Response Team arrived?" Tsukauchi asked to the officer in front of him.
"Some of them arrived, but the rest were blocked by some sort of an attack along the way."
"What?"
The officer in front of him displayed the map of the surrounding areas. All major roads and alleyways that leads to the Museum were bubbled by large red dots. He also displays pictures of the explosive destructions on said roads and large rocky blockage that was unnatural spawned out of nowhere.
"As soon as those dark clouds moved in, all arterial and venial passageways were cut out. We tried sending the team via aerial transport, but the clouds began to thunder very loudly; we can't risk any accidents and were trying to find any viable access points." The officer said.
"Power Loader and Ectoplasm dispatched themselves to the afflicted areas." Kan answered, "The others also dealt with the injured civies at those sites."
Endeavor's face crumpled and shook his head, "How did this message got out where everything else fails? And who?"
His answered was revealed through some new developments when the computer finished flickering the code and crunched in the message into the screen slowly.
"I…" Endeavour read out loud.
"…Will…" All Might continue.
"…Steal The…" Tsukauchi followed suit.
All of their eyes popped out on the last part.
"ROMAN FABREGE?!"
While everyone puzzled on the mysterious yet daring announcement of this man's intentions, All Might, the Symbol of Peace of Japan, gasped in horror. Though there's always – and will be – Villains making bold statement and display grandiose displays to their intentions, this one's different.
This's different because he knows who they're up against. The simple facial drawing belonged to a great thief that could rival even the greatest of Pro-Heroes, and one that HE could beat them not with a Quirk, but purely on the mind.
And that their odds against him are pretty low.
Endeavour looks at the quivering All Might, "Toshinori, are you alright?"
"No. I'm not."
"Why is that?" Tsukauchi asked.
"Because I know him."
Everyone looks at him, gawking over his vague declaration.
"We're about to be rob by the most dangerous and smartest thief ever to be seen since the beginning of the Age of Quirks!"
"What?" Endeavour puzzled.
The final message was delivered, and everyone stared back at the screen.
A small cartoony monkey faced drawing popped on the bottom of the message.
All Might gulped before he can order everyone, "Get everyone ready, were about to burst into the Museum. NOW!"
PLOP!
PLOP!
A trail of small pudges was made on the floor, heading towards the wheezing Deku nested on the ground. Above him was "Ochaco," who swears to guard and defend the place from any Villain from the League of Villains.
But who said that she swears that oath?
She dragged the unconscious body away from the Egg, while still blanketed him and gently nursed in a more flattened and softer area.
Looking back behind her, she saw the small, sophisticated beacon that they were assigned to them. A small, vibrating pinging sound ring throughout the tarnished exhibition that both students currently stand at.
Location: Unknown
Date: Jan. 12, 2322
Time: 12:07 PM
Universe: 070714-J040316
PING!
PING!
On the oval screen, a map of the Museum and surrounding areas has been laid out with a small blinking dot hovering above the Egg Exhibit.
"Beacon has been set," A blueish colored soldier in a brownish alien armor reported, "The Trans Spatio-Temporal Modification Matrix is ready for extraction."
The room was lined with other blue skinned soldiers, manned to the numerous, bulbous and circular green monitors. Behind them was a long walkway where a well-built man stands in the middle, stand in the position of parade rest in his tight fitting unform. He then grabbed out of his pocket a small, rounded device. It flicked, where a small holographic imagery of a blonde woman sitting on a chair and holding up a small child in her lap.
"Almost there…" He whispered before he switched the device off and faced towards his subordinate. "Send in the extraction team, as well as send a destroyer above the target. We can't let the enemy tampering the Matrix's true power."
"Roger."
"Sir!" Another officer shouted.
"What is it?"
"We detected an unknown frequency at the communications line."
"So? Jam it like the other blocked channels I ordered to all of you?"
"We can't. It's jamming us."
The Commander raised his eyebrows, "What do you mean?"
"Someone's preventing us to block it. Enemy forces already intercept it."
"Triangulate its origins and identify its current location."
The screen refreshes itself, presenting the map of the Museum and the surrounding areas again, only this time there are now two blinking lights: one for the beacon and one for the targeted source of the unknown message.
And to everyone's chagrin, both dots blink at the same location: The Roman Hamanaka Egg
"Hehe, alone at last huh, Izuku-Kun?" Toga grinned, "It's time to settle the deal, aren't we sweetie?"
On her hand was small, concealed dagger where she then proceeds to kneel down to her knees and raised it up, hovering it like the blade of Damocles.
"It's a pity that you ain't accepted to be my boyfriend," She giggled, "We would have been truly forever together."
She cut it loose, at a swift and lightning motion, the dagger was fired from its procession and heads straight to his heart. Her morbid smile became even more horrifying than before when releasing the trigger but was then interrupted by something under the stage. In less than a second, a black, long necked thing springs likes a phyton and strikes out with its victim.
WHAM!
Kicked by the chest, she was lifted up into the air and slammed into the withering wall behind her, dragging with her a dust cloud of paint to the ground. Yet she stands up and prepared to charge with her dagger.
BANG!
She lost her weapon among the numerous dunes that was laid out on the left side of the room. She dazed at her where it had landed before she then stares at her surprised Hero intruder. She gasped in surprise who it ACTUALLY is behind the smoking gun barrel.
In front of her was a tall man in all black clothing except his yellow tie. His bulbous, messy yet clean shaved of brown hair flustered into the windy afternoon, while his eyes darted straight towards the board with a mischievous bespoke of superiority that warmed up in his smile. His arms, though seems weakened by a previous fight, still enjoys the burst of energy that stiffens up in his muscles. On his hand was an old war relic, fit for an adventurous time long forgetting in this modern day of age, yet still has the same spark when it rolled of the assembly plant. His brows raised up like an arched back of an aggressive black cat, looking for a prey to entranced with its power; his face too has the same moxie, but with an apish flair, the thrill seeking, trouble making kind that ruffles the Animal Kingdom's rule with a whim of shriek and hooting.
"Y'know, that's not how a lady should act to his man. Would've you agree?" The Man asked while still aiming his gun towards her.
Toga gasped once more, "You!"
He giggled mischievously – one of his famous trademarks in his criminal career.
"You're—You're—!"
"The one and only. It's a pity ya didn't have the foresight your friends seem to have."
"H-How?! You were in the cradle! Lavas everywhere! You were trapped there!"
"Easy. Luck. She can't cope of my loss, so she provides my path to safety!"
Toga's frightened state were quickly masked into of one of sadistic pleasure, "You think you can pull off against me, old man? You're in MY turf now!"
RUMBLE!
KABOOM!
SCREECH!
The Man jumped in forward and in surprise because of the sudden sinkhole popping under him yet stayed still, ignoring the harrowing animal scream around him, only curling a more mischievous smile and a more maddening giggle.
The ground explodes, popping out are large meat fisted hands, clawing out of the rubble before revealing its abdominal faces, showcasing its extremely tentative lifeless eyes and sharpened teeth while being dominated by its extremely exposed brain. He rises up from the rubble, exposing his large steroid infused body that makes even the extreme workout minded person to flee in terror for its sheer abnormal muscle growth. Behind the Schwarzenegger monster, were smaller, slightly weaker monsters but still instill fear and terror with same mortify face as the larger creature with different variants stitched upon them; they were the Nomus, the modern Frankenstein monsters meant to spit in the face of Heaven, making Man the new lords of creation, and a devious one at that!
Three more ground explosions came with the same results as the first with little deviation among themselves, one's a slivering snake/electric eel, slithered out the ground; another with a large yet pudgy giant mole with a little construction helmet on his head and two large halves of a drill for hands; and finally on the other side of the other room, creepy crawlies crawled on the roof with its cockroach like face turns its head at full one eighty degrees with no pain issued out at all.
In the shadows, an army of Twices, crunching their neck and fist joints, coolly stroll down into the spotlight, carrying wide array of weapons at their disposals. Weapons, such as a pipe, broken wood, stools, a toilet lid, fossilized horns or sabretooths, broken knives, a spatula, and a sink. Yes, such appearance would make the Man tremble, but not in fear.
Soon, monsters – and Twices – big and small, sophisticated and primal, cute and abdominal, all ganged up on the mysterious man, who still crooked up his smile more sinister than Toga's.
Suddenly his giggles evolved, becoming a loud snickered snort, causing everyone including the dead eyed beasts tilted in confusion. His body crumpled yet still eyed aiming his gun towards his target. The snickers grow ever more confident than the last, with a growing huff of air let out of his mouth. Everyone walked back slowly, even Toga, a known psychopath at a young age, became extremely distraught of this scene, almost forgotten Deku for a moment.
And on cue, he bloomed up straight and stretched out both of his arms and inhaled deeply and cackle.
"BWAHAHA! MWUHAHA! HAHAHA!"
His laughed, a painful twisted cackle ever to burst out once in a Villain's life, echoed throughout the halls of the dead Museum. Such booming sound send cold shivering fears on the most bubbly and boisterous of men, a frightened dagger stab in the hearts of cowards, the irksome of the calculating and cool minded, and the divider of the insane, prideful mind.
Everyone inside the Museum paused in silence as the howling cackle thundered at every direction, even managed to howl OUTSIDE of the Museum, grabbing everyone's attention to the hideous laugh of a madman. Even Endeavour, one of the most serious and deadliest Pro Hero in Japan, managed to get goosebumps from it.
"H-Hey, w-why are you laughing?!" Toga fumed in her face but her body shudders in fear, "You're surrounded!"
The Man continued to laugh.
Toga pulled out a spare knife under her UA tracksuit she 'borrowed' from the real Ochaco. She then lifts Deku up halfway and stationed her knife near his throat then said, "If you continue to laugh more, I'll swear I'll dug this dagger deep into Izuku-kun's throat until reach the other side of his ass! Ya hear me?!"
His laughter died down a bit, along with a loud clap of hands "What a show, what a show of force indeed it was!"
"Wait, What?"
"Care to share with mine?" He continues to laugh wildly before snapping his fingers. The ground shakes once more and the Roman Hamanaka began to flicker very brightly and quickly. "I always come prepared for occasion like this, ya know!"
The ground began to shake once more, and the cracks on the walls began to grow in numbers while dusts return to its former mandate to rain down on the people below.
"W-what have you done?!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, anger soothing toward this maddening bastard in front of her, "You're going to kill us all!"
"Eh." He shrugged. "I kinda wanna reach the finish line by now. Life's been a dull since you came by. Really missed your little stunt back at Naples, all that weird powers and somewhat existentialist dread your comorbid friend sprouted. Really engaging."
Toga gasped. Her body quivered in tune to the aftershocks from the Egg. The monsters, though had the ability to quash this smug fiend of theirs into a reddish pulp, also quivered with their Master, knowing from the ominous and subtle sinister venom blooming from the Man's aura. A skinny foe he may appeared, but a trickster immortal he truly is; a man of a thousand faces and of a thousand tricks. The debris continues to its thundering campaign as the building began to crumble under excessive force. Sweats bullets down on her forehead, her abdominal minions began to cluster, freaking out over the calamitous events around them; some even flee, some perished by the rubble, and some trampled by their own companions.
As the maddened wailed in triumphant anger, bashing down its victim to their worldly grave, the Man stands unworldly; unaffected and unfazed, all with grinning face of a wild baboon and the maddening, eclectic heave of a rabid hyena.
KLAXON!
KLAXON!
The screen then appeared a vibrating red circle on the Museum's map, twitching nonstop like an epileptic seizure had jolted up in its circuitry.
"Status report!" The Commander barked.
"The Matrix's emergency security system had been activated!" One of the officers reported. "Approximate phasing period: twenty minutes! Approximate structural destruction: twenty-seven hours set for destruction!"
"Extraction team's ETA is at thirty minutes! Thirty-one minutes! Thirty-three!"
"Meteorological manipulation had been detected! All warships had been hampered by eclectic changes in electrical charges in the clouds!"
"Enemy reinforcements had been amassing at key entry points! S16, S40, E25, and N1 have been breached."
The Commander, instead of being furious towards the mastermind behind this chaotic madness, became impressed of this strategic hindsight, "Clever work there…"
On the screen, right next to the Map was the identity of the perpetrator of both the unjammed message and of the screeching anger of the Egg.
"…Lupin the Third."
The halls wailed endlessly, moaning and groaning in horrendous pain, while its pristine structure and her decorative displays of ancient knowledge have been clamorously whither back to the dirt for whence it came and rest in eternal sleep once more. And that includes its curious onlookers and interim caretakers that were trapped with them.
Alongside the treacherous, architectural wail, comes along the frightened, distraught animal wails, as the many, live abomination became increasingly riled up over the Museum's cries of pain and of her vengeful damnation towards the wretched perpetrators who committed this act. But it's not the ONLY damnation that the monsters and Nomus had to contend with, for deep within harrowing halls and the deadening silence that accompanies with, a speeding bullet flies trough in the air.
A dangerous, pink bullet.
Zipping through the air, she dodged over the falling debris and crumbling foundations around her. At the same time, her onerous sweat scented through the aching walls, who in turn mailed it through the postal noses of those treacherous creatures.
At the Marine Exhibit, hundreds of small, human-like goblins scoured for resources, gnawing over the broken displays sea animals, thinking of them as real food. Yet, this does not suffice for their small, high metabolic bodies. That is until a sweet, succulent smell had encroached over their small noses. As if it was fluted by the Pied Paper, these savage children all converge to the hallways and charged towards their intended pray.
Meanwhile, the girl speedily propelled through the air, while also feeling a wee bit wheezy through those twist and turns.
"Ugh. So, this's what Uraraka felt. I'm surprised she's still okay after being forced to BARF every time I spin!" She complained. "Why do I have to be in these halls?"
Suddenly, she spotted something.
On her front, hordes of atrocious, rabid hobgoblins with tenuous face of a decaying anglerfish with its glowing light placed on their eyes and a scaly, shriveled hunchback body, fit for a kindergartener, ran towards the flying pink fuzz in front of them. The irritable, shrieking sound pierced the girl's ear with such deadly sting.
"GAH!"
She began to fall down to the ground. The hobgoblins rushed in with their tiny feet and form a small puddle below her. They then opened their mouths so wide that it reaches at exactly one eighty degrees. Their sharpened teeth began to spin around faster than ever.
Unbeknownst to them however, this was all a set up.
ZOOM!
Suddenly, a small tornado appeared with the hobgoblins stuck in the very middle, along with the sudden tightly wrapped around with a yellow sticky rope. Despite this, they continued to narrowly focus on the pink fuzz above them. Their eyes flicked in an almost mesmerized ambivalence, the visual adaptation of a soft lullaby. Unfortunately, they were hopelessly muted the most basic of all weapons: shades.
"Heh, gottem."
At one overtly dramatic flair, the pink girl sprayed a large pool of watery substances towards the hobgoblins through her arms. They were splashed large amounts of it, forcing everyone in the group to close their eyes and mouths. However, they would not be opening them up anytime soon. As the substances dried, the hobgoblins began to stiffen, their skin embalmed while and their hands froze in time. Eyelids glued itself to the eyes, where it dimly shines through. And their mouths, the only thing that were mostly opened wide, were in state of suspended animation, unable to open or shut down at will.
The only thing that they can do is shriek.
Not in only in anger…
…but in fear too.
SHRIEK!
The harmonizing discordance echoed throughout the chamber, as the beasts inside clamored the incessant hazardous moaning of the Egg, who now began to divide the whole facility into ashes. Like a great iron fist pummeling through those of weak constitutional order, each strike punctured through this seemingly invincible force and revealed their hollowed and unstable foundation within them; their muscle and mass manipulation can withstand the full frontal force against large debris, yet each continuous manipulation cause unstrained and heavily restricted heart flows, causing them to also have continuous cardiac arrest at each muscle transformation; same goes to for each regenerative and liquification process, causing too much stress that would dangerously hampered the body's physical ability to fight. In addition to that, Egg not only began to glow erratically, but it also now began to whip beams of energy. At each whip on those it touches, not only they become weak, but – for the Near-Villains – nearly reverting them back to their normal state of being!
Noticing that the monsters around them began to weaken, Lupin faced Toga one more time, who still hold Deku at the neck, and grabbed a small pebble size ball from his jacket and throw it down hard to the ground.
BOOM!
FLASH!
"GYAH!" Toga screamed.
A powerful, dazing lights blown up and blinding the people around them while Lupin dashed forward and grabbed the unconscious Deku away from the deranged teenager's bloodthirsty grasped. He jumps up on the rubble where he hid his shoes and aimed his gun towards at the base of the Egg.
"You're awake?" Lupin asked towards rasped Deku on his back.
Deku only croaked in an extremely restrained manner.
"Good, you're still asleep!" Lupin cheered, "This's going to get bumpy here, so sit tight!"
BANG!
BOOM!
The bullet pierced through the platform, which was then exploded where the Egg then fried from the shackles of its stationery imprisonment. The resulting freedom then blasted large amounts of discharged energy, where it then knockout everyone down. Because of that, Lupin then slide down the small dune in his shoes and dashed towards the floating Egg.
Toga, still dazed and confused on what's going on, stares at the distance on the majestic floatation of the Egg and the sprinting madman that carries her "crush" towards it.
"He's getting away! Get him!"
Even with the powerful blowout, it still can't put those darn and dangerous beasts down. Though still weaken by the effects, they still had the savage determination to get the job done. They first surround Lupin before charging into the kill. Yet, they have clearly forgotten that dreadful aura that they had first sense from him: a man of a thousand faces and of a thousand tricks; a trickster immortal.
And that's their first major mistake.
At his front, low tier powered Nomu jumps towards, but Lupin jumps first where, like a gentle crane fluttering down the sky but unleashed a sharp, daggering attack towards its prey, drilled in his shoes on top of the exposed brain and propelled back in the air. The Nomu suddenly felt paralyzed, stiffen up as if it's back as a hardened corpse! Lupin repeats the following pattern, forcefully and carefully rerouting key neuro pathways by each dedicated pressure pointed areas at the tip of his hardened steel toe leather shoes. Though once this's over, he'll clean the awful stench out of them. It really stinks!
As result of this, at every ten Nomus charged at him, ten more contoured trees were displayed in the wretched exhibition. Not even the multi-clustered mob of Twices, who chases him at every turn and angle, can't bear to contain the multi-clustered tricks that Lupin kept under his sleeves. First, Lupin hosed entire sections of flash bombs across the sea of Twices, resulted in the great powerful bang that cleansed the impure gunk scuttled among the ruins. The remaining clones shielded themselves from the blast, only to be greeted by the neighborly fist nearby.
POW!
The clone then bowled to his fellow copycats, collapsing like wet cardboards. Meanwhile, other clones were still distracted by the flash, which takes advantage of the event and hack away the remaining clones into nighttime submission. The Twices that took notice of the attack, charged and swing in their literal rubbished weapons. Lupin, though, also used that for his advantaged. One of the Twices swings his broken pipe, which Lupin dodged at minimum ease, and accidentally hit his cloned comrade and Lupin jabbed the preparator with his elbow before punching upwards to the chin, losing his melee pipe. Two more clones charged in with sabretooth knives at hand and yet still fail to apprehend the enemy in front of them, who slithering through their attacks by distracting them by throwing Deku up in the air and whack them in their head with a pipe when they took the bait.
CHINK!
"Hmm?"
A twice stands before him in a cool pose with a spatula pointing near his face.
"Really, you're going to fry me to death?" Lupin raised his eyebrows.
"Oh, comm' on, its what's all I can find in the kitchen. Though there's a handheld blender, or rolling pin, but that was taken by other me. But a mixer with small knives is much more effective since it can be used to propel them and— "
THUD!
A moaning Twice mumbled under his breath with Deku lazily slept on top of him.
"Your just too noisy to be an effective bad guy. Lay of the cartoons for a while, will ya bud?"
Nearby, Lupin saw the few of the Twices preparing to clone more of themselves with a simple tap of their hands.
"Hey!"
The Twices paused.
"Catch!"
Lupin tosses Deku up in the air again, causing all of them reaching out of them to grab the poor boy up in the air. All of them fumble and run over the small area they occupied, extending their hands towards the falling boy.
"I got him. I got him! I GOT HIM!"
BANG!
Twice stopped funning and faced a maniacal Lupin holding his venerable sidearm at his hand. He then looked behind Lupin and saw many of his copycats completely wrecked, some even reverted back to goo. Lupin then proceeds to said, "You got him alright."
"Really?"
THUD!
"No, but he got you!"
Another moaned again and Lupin grabbed the unconscious teen again, though seems surprised that he's not awake from all of this excitement. But then again, it's probably for the better.
But as he's nearing towards the edge of the Egg, he was soon drag away from it and was swung himself to sky by a flick of a frog mutant's tongue. Lupin was then separated himself from Deku, who was no freefalling down to the jagged dune below; at the distance, more toadish squadrons were gathering up and croaked a large air bag in their neck and had set their sights at Lupin, while in the air, swarms of mutant hybrids with the agile and lightning speed of a dragonfly, a heavy armored protection of a rhinoceros beetle in the slender and agile body of a praying mantis darted themselves towards him. Meanwhile at the ground, a large, hulking Nomus gathered around below him, showing off their large and numerous bladed appendages, spinning around themselves as one great blender, while the giant eel monster was on the other side where the large insectoids' path was, sparking off large bolts out of his mouths.
Yet. Even with such dilemma, a falling kid, numerous baddies aiming at your head, and a lightly pack weapon he carries, they have forgotten the second mistake.
Never forget the unexpectable!
RIBBIT!
BOOM!
Time slows down, the volleys of tongues were fired towards him at a blink of an eye at all different direction yet manage to miss Lupin where he then redirecting one of the nearest tongue's ballistic curves by grabbing onto it and firing his own graphing hook above the Eel's head.
SIZZLE!
Jumping over its head and away from its electrical firing path, he then brings the tongues, latching it down Eel's neck. At one hard pull, Lupin's toad was then lifted up in the air before grabbing its comrade's entangled retractable tongues and slammed themselves to the Eel's head to the softened wall at the other side.
CRACKED!
Meanwhile, time returns back to its normal pace and the electrical bolts that the Eel discharged bowled themselves over to the incoming the large insectoids.
BOOM!
Dispersed in the waltzing flame, the armored bugs separated themselves of their groups. Lupin, still swinging in the air before letting the tongue go, rides on one of the incoming large bugs and avoids the fleshy meat grinder at the ground, who then greeted by the Eel's large shadow hovering above them.
THUD!
"Ooh! That's gonna live mark! Hope that guy a good facial insurance there!"
The resulting calamity rains downs on the other beasts on the ground, pummeling those in the crossfires. Toga, blinked continuously that her forces were crushed by a QUIRKLESS man with Nineteen Seventies fashion and old tech, fazed herself back to reality and runs away from the collapse wall and large slithering body behind her.
Meanwhile, Deku, still falling down from the sky, now slowly awaken up from his brief coma. He was then greeted by an afternoon roar of a giant drill handed mole below him.
"AGHH!" Deku popped his eyes out in terror, as he was about to be cupped by the Mole's combined drill hand turned cagey caldera.
"YOINK!"
CHINK!
The Mole snarled in anger while Deku was trembling in terror of what's was happening.
"Hey!"
Deku looks up and faced his mysterious savior, where he then smirks towards the green colored teen.
"You're awake now!" Lupin chirped. "How's dreamland, sleeping beauty?"
"Wh-Wha? Who're you?" Deku quivered.
"Oh, I forget my manners. My name is – hold on a second."
Lupin grabbed Deku and jumps off the insectoid, who then crashes itself towards the charging large Nomus in front of them – and right in the brain it landed, as he calculated of course – and hovers above the Egg, while Lupin put himself in a more formal, triumphant position and screamed at the top of his lungs.
"LUPIN THE THIRD!"
They then landed on top of the Egg, with Lupin still stands in the same position as was before and Deku slammed himself on the ridges.
"I-It's FLYING?!" Deku gasped.
"Eh, it always flies when it gets spooked." Lupin answered.
"SPOOKED?!"
"Now then, is everyone in the audience sufficed with today's performance?"
The giant Mole jumps over them screaming and spinning both of its hands in anger.
Deku screamed in terror and in pain, while Lupin…smirked.
"No? Well then… Au revoir!"
RUMBLE!
And thus, the third and final mistake had been known. And that is...
WHOOSH!
...Never challenged a Lupin's exit.
POW!
The Mole, seemingly large and intimidating enough to pummel the reckless turquoise speck into atoms, walloped itself into the sky, flying out of the Museum and sparkled into the distance.
Back on the ground, Lupin rides on his new getaway vehicle – the Roman Hamanaka – and fled the scene of the crime. Everyone still watched at the Mole flinging into the distance before Toga, with the help with one of the Twices helping her out of the rubble, watched it herself and cursed herself because of it.
"Himiko Toga, Calling Himiko Toga!" A voice peeped in her comms.
"Huh? I thought communications went down?" Toga wondered.
"This is the only channel acceptable under our AOR. Prepare for Extraction from the Facility: Determine your status on the ground."
"Extraction? What are you talking about?"
RUMBLE!
"Uh, Toga-Chan…" Twice muttered where Toga also turns around saw something in the sky. A dark, cold shadow blanketed the whole of the exhibit, nay the entire Museum itself!
The boisterous and savage beasts that crawled under her command and who have challenged a modern Loki in the battlefield, suddenly felt humbled before the mighty Valkyries that hovers above them. The eclectic, schizophrenic mind of Twice suddenly became briefly cured in frightened terror before this unseen race of being, more so than that of the mischievous master thief that they brawled with a moment ago. And Toga... Toga stood there nothing but with a widened eye and gaping mouth.
Yet it was not fear that she emotes. No, it was giddiness!
And once again, a small, crooked smile etched in her face. This time with even BIGGER gains to catch than before.
"Please wait for the Mechanical Soldiers. Your extraction is needed."
"For whom?" Toga cheerfully twittered.
"For the Garmillas cause."