((Yeah, Draco and Skiara. And I don't know where the other three are...))

Roy closed his eyes. "I know how you feel. I went through the same thing...and I don't want you to. But, I doubt your sisters are with Dark Tyrant." He opened his eyes to watch the stars come out.

Undead, in a very delayed reaction, ran over to the turntable and got out a record. He slid his finger down the edge and drew a trickle of blood. "Ouch!" He said, and turned around to face Angela. He threw the record angrily, aiming for the girl's back, and he watched as it span through the red sky towards the girl.

Roy saw the record flying at Angela. He acted on instinct, stopping the record with his hand (And getting a nasty cut while he was at it). He drew his sword. "I said stop it."

"Undead? What in the world are you doing? Trying to hurt....or even kill her? What did she do? What is your problem? You must have some sort of problem."

((Sorry if I make Angela seem more angry than usual. I've had a VERY bad incident happen in both Social Studies and Music!))

Angela was stunned at almost being hit in the back with a sharp record.
"Roy, are you okay?" she glared at Undead and her eyes turned crimson.
You'll regret messing with Roy. with that, she created maroon bands around Undead.
"I won't tie you up, like you did to me, but this will do. One step out of those bands and you're in for a big shock-literally."

(( 8) I was planning to have Angela throw Undead over the stage, but I'm slightly calming down, so consider yourself lucky.))

"Yeah...I think so." He was starting to feel the sting of the cut. "It was just a record, but something that sharp..."

(( It's called revenge ))

The DJ turned around angrily. He knew that they had to stick together, but it was also his sworn duty to protect Undead from all harm. His eyes flashed and suddenly the dark bands around Undead were broken. The resulting psychic whiplash would be enough to knock Angela out.

Angela made a shield to protect Roy and her, but the attacks were beginning to tick her off. Her eyes grew crimson to prove it as she tilted her head down.
"I've had enough with your attacks, Undead!" the shield broke as Angela came at Undead with enough force to knock them both off the stage!
"I warned you not to mess with me!"

((As said in Burnout: Revenge, that's called 'explosive payback'. ))

"Will everyone just please, knock it off!" Hope I can keep the seal under this stress...

"Roy, after Undead tried to kill both of us, I don't think just words will stop this!" Angela finally decided to use her pyrokinesis(sp?)to turn into a phoenix.
"Even if I don't kill you, it'll take a while to heal this!" she flew an inch from Undead, then turned and fired a fireball at him from behind.

((I said earlier what I dealt was 'explosive payback'. Actually, this is 'explosive payback'!))

"You're gonna wish you listened..." Roy used the transformation magic, and became Drakaan again.

Drakaan, still speaking as Roy, got in between Undead and Angela. "Now will ya listen to me, Angela?"

((What's worse? Knowing Roy's a dragon, or not knowing?))

Angela had been surprised at the sudden appearence of a dragon, but she almost fell off the stage-she got back on after firing a fireball at Undead-when she realized it was Roy.
I can't believe my luck. I fell in love with a dragon. Well it could've been worse. I could've fell in love with a female dragon, then I would've fell off this stage. Angela thought.

I heard that. And yes, this is my actual form. I don't like people knowing this... At that point Drakaan transformed back into Roy. "I'd rather not talk about it."[/i]

"You do realize that there's a chance that now all of us know that-", her voice lowered to a whisper, "everyone knows you're a dragon!?"
And to think, I fell in love with a dragon. This can't be my day. But my vision showed a cute redhead-Roy, no doubt-and yet it didn't show a dragon or-unless... Angela looked at Undead.

Roy whispered back. "As long as nobody else besides the people on this stage saw me, then we're good. And, er...I can hear your thoughts. Heh..."

Err...I'm still human right now. I'm only a dragon when I change---

"Why're you staring at Undead?"

Angela finally talked loud enough for everyone to hear.
"Call me crazy but...something tells me Undead may have a connection with Dark Tyrant. Or...he might be Dark Tyrant himself!" she said, pointing at Undead.

I doubt this... Roy thought.

After two fights with Undead and a near-death experience, fatigue finally came over Angela.
"There's no way I want to risk going to sleep, but-" before she finished, Angela passed out.

((And I'm about to go to sleep too.))

Roy tried to catch Angela, but she fell too fast and couldn't. Hope she doesn't yell at me for that...

I was happy not to do a thing to stop all this. It was all guite fascinating how they fought over each other, and then made completely unreasonable accusations at the first sign that they may not win. Quite hilarious.

I decided that I wanted a better view of the turmoil, so Horus folded it's wings, and I plopped lightly onto the edge of the stage. Just in time for the crazy chick to pass out. So now the excitement was over, just in time for me to be a part of it.

Roy turned around at Horus's landing. "What do you want?"

((Bartimeus, Murmanthius really, REALLY needs a nickname >_< ))

(( Actually Undead only attacked once. The DJ was defending Undead the second time ))

"Don't be stupid, you stupid girl," Undead said, scowling at Angela as she collapsed, "I was the one with the Golden Mike, therefore I am Dark Tyrant's enemy. End of story." He looked over at the DJ, and the DJ shrugged half-heartedly, then turned back to the turntable. With a quick spin of a disc they were making a descent into Small Town, heading for the Town Square.

They landed softly in front of a statue, the townspeople ignoring them like it happened every week. Undead jumped off the stage and shouted back to Roy, "I'll head off to Generic Tavern. Mr. Red, you go and see if you can find us an Inn in which to stay. Take Whatsherface with you. Murmawhosit, Dinosaur Guy, let's go find ourselves some old, drunk, ramblers." The DJ nodded at all of them and sat at the turntable, busying himself with the controls, or lack thereof.

Mister red... "I'll do that..." Roy leaned down to try and wake up Angela. "Hey...wake up..." he whispered.

"Best better not mess with Undead and his "logic", although I don't see how some old, drunk ramblers are going to help us. And even better, I get to stay with Mr. Shapeshifting Jerk, hooray."

Undead, in his usual impatient style, stood patiently, waiting for the others to come. "Hey, Mr. Red!" He shouted, seeing his feeble attempts to awake the girl, "you're big and strong, why don't you carry her? We might get a discount room!" Then he turned around and began muscling past the people who wer giving him a wide berth, and pushing all the people who got in his way onto the ground. "Stupid girl, calling me Dark Tyrant," he muttered, rubbing his chin, "I'll show her some day."