Titles: The Regent's Speech or How to Kill a Monster
Premise: Ninja Gaiden, Rosario + Vampire. The Regent of the Mask gives a speech and demonstrates to his henchmen his method for killing all monsters. Featuring Quiztai from the demon trio. Based on one of my favorite scenes from Who Framed Roger Rabbit and also one partially from The Great Mouse Detective.
Personal Notes: I have imagined a full story in which The Regent of the Mask, a major villain from Ninja Gaiden 3, sets off on a quest with the Lords of Alchemy or possibly some monster followers to destroy the realm of monsters, or use something in it to take over the human world, and it's up to the Yokai Academy Newspaper Club (from Rosatio + Vampire) to stop him. This would be a good scene for it. I don't think I'm going to write a full said story because I'm occupied with other ones right now.
Another thought that popped into my head would be that the Lords of Alchemy could end up in a war with Fairy Tale. Only issue is that I can't write that idea because Fairy Tale is only in the manga of Rosario + Vampire, and up to this point, I have only seen the anime.
The Regent of the Mask at in his comfy arm chair overlooking the large crowd of his soldiers. He sipped his martini glass through the small opening in his mask over his mouth before setting it down again. And then, he stood up. He raised his hand to silence the men before he started talking.
"My friends," he began, loud enough so that everyone could hear. "We are about to embark on the greatest, most dangerous, most glorious journey... since the Odyssey."
He began to pace around his stage as he continued.
"For years now, monsters have been living among us, blending in, spying on us, waiting for the right times to strike, and then taking us down, one at a time."
There were a few murmurs among the crowd. The Regent let that sink in for a moment. A few dreadful memories from his past flooded back to him; the boogeyman in his closet, the vampires bats in the bell tower of his college, the ogres of the swamp he once lived and fished at, his encounters with the demons of Hell in one time. The mermaids in some lakes he swam in, the old witch lurking in the alleys of his hometown, the dememtor who once attacked him on the train and tried to suck out his soul.
The Regent remembered how he always went to church every Sunday, for it was the only place he felt safe from monsters.
Finally, he continued his speech. "They think that they can sneak up behind us, stab us in the back, and then snatch this world right out of our grip, do they? Well, God gave this world to man! It belongs to man, to us! And no vampire, succubus, boogeyman, zombie, fairy, dragon, goblin, or any other Hell-spawn, can take it from us!"
There was some cheering in the crowd.
"When we leave tomorrow at daybreak to invade the monster realm, you will not only be fighting for the safety of your families, but also for the safety of your race; for your right as a human being!"
More cheering.
"Now true. I know many of you are scared. There is no need to hide it. Monsters are very strong, and very intimidating. Our physique and many of our weapons will not be of much help to us when we face them."
Silence.
"And that is why you have each been given a garlic necklace, a silver knife, and a chain of the many charms of each culture used for protection from demons.
"And after much research, and with the enthusiastic help of our dear friend, Lord Dagra Dai, the other alchemists and I have not only found many weaknesses of each individual monster, but we have also developed a weapon that will harm all monsters."
There were some cheerful murmurs and smiles amongst the crowd. The Regent snapped his fingers. Behind him, Privates Harker and Yeastly together pulled out a large oil drum behind him.
"For centuries, man believed that there was no sheer-fire way to kill a monster- any monster. Those days are over. The Lords of Alchemy have developed a secret formula that eats away at the very life of any monster. We call it... Holy Piss!"
That earned him a few chuckles from the crowd as Harker and Yeastly popped the lid on the drum, revealing a think, yellow, steaming soup.
The Regent snapped his fingers again. "Bring in the demonstration subject."
Private Clauski pushed in a wheely stretcher up onto the stage. Tied to the bed, in chains, was a little fire imp. The alchemists had apparently drained away his fire, making him nearly harmless. He was struggling to get out of the chains.
"Hey, let me out of here!" The imp grunted. "Don't I get to call my lawyer?"
The Regent ignored the imp's pleas, and went on with his speech.
"Each tank has been armed with piss torpedos, and you are have all been armed with piss pellets for your all-purpose guns, as well as piss gas grenades. I suggest you use it sparingly. It is harmless against humans, and if you attack a monster with it, this is what will happen to it."
He snapped again, and Clauski hit a button on the stretcher that released the chains. Before the imp could escape, The Regent reached out in a flash and grabbed him around the neck.
"Aw, come on chief," The imp choked. "I never committed a crime in my life. I'm innocent!"
Again, The Regent acted as though he did not hear a word from the imp's mouth, and carried him over to the drum. A few of the soldiers in the crowd were chuckling and murmuring about how they were finally going to get a show.
"No, no-no-no!" The imp squealed. "Wait, hey! Can we talk about this?" The Regent lifted the imp up over the yellow soup.
"I'M SORRY FOR EVERYTHING!" The imp screamed as the Regent plunged him into the soup. He shrieked in pure agony as steam rose up from drum. His body melted and dissolved into a think, dark grey broth, like his fur.
In no less than eight seconds, the imp was just a grey broth mixed in with the piss, creating a dark yellow liquid. The Regent lifted his gauntleted arm, which was now drenched in the liquid. He snapped again, and Harker brought him a towel to wipe his arm with.
"Well then," The Regent said loudly as he wiped up his arm. "I think you all understand the plan. All of you are to report to your barracks now and get a good night's rest. Our mission begins at the crack of dawn. Dismissed!"