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Meanwhile, somewhere up in the sky, an airship was lazily coasting along. Inside of it, Final Fantasy was sitting behind the steering wheel. Lately, he just didn't feel like himself. In the past, he had gone on great adventures across countless places, defeating monsters best left undescribed to spare the minds of the feeble ones, and had gathered vast amounts of miscellaeous crap loot. But recently, he just had nothing to do. The world was mostly peaceful, there were no major problems; there weren't even Goblins that pestered random travellers anymore! Oh, if only he had something to do!

As if the Goddesses of Fate and the RNG were listening in to him, it was exactly then that the music on his radio suddenly cut out, making place for something quite different.
<"Welcome back, listeners. A warning has been issued for Fandom Square. It appears there has been an outbreak of something called Trickster Mode, a deadly disease that is highly contagious. I repeat, it is highly contagious so avoid anyone who is infected. Symptoms primarily consist of rampant, giddy happiness and bright happy colors. Please be on your guard, listeners, because as everyone knows, happiness is very bad for you.">

FF's eyes went wide; this sounded like a quest! He needed to find some kind of medicine to cure this illness and save everyone. Logically, the medicine he needed was stored away in a cavern or something far away from the actual problem, conveniently stored in a special-looking treasure chest, likelet guarded by a boss monster -- or at the very least a slightly stronger Fixed Encounter. Maybe it was even in the real world! It would be an adventure with an actual goal to it, just like the old times!
Of course, he would need to find some party members first; after all, going into a dungeon solo was generally a bad idea. Which, of course, raised the next question: Where to recruit said party members? Right now the Fandomverse itself sort of counted like a dungeon, with poisonous enemies potentially hiding anywhere. No, going into the city without some kind of protection was suicide too. Which left the Real World. Hopefully he could find someone there. And if not, well, he could always level grind a bit before going through the dungeon to cover for his lack of party members.
A decision having been reached, the RPG fandom increased the power of his airship, speeding off in a random direction before disappearing from sight, reappearing somewhere in the real world.


A short while later, FF was walking around in a random town in the real world, searching for Party Members -- and, now that he was here, random treasure lying around in boxes,barrels and dead-end roads. He had already found four copper coins, two gold ones and one of a combination of different metals, and although he didn't know their exact value, he figured that he should at least be able to buy a Potion or Antidote or something for this.
As for possible Party Members... As plot convenience would have it, there was someone right down there! Unique model, which meant he was either an important enemy or a party member (hopefully the latter, because walking into a Boss right now would not be good). Going by his looks, he seemed to be a Knight class or something; at the very least, something that was capable of using Heavy Armor. Either way, the armor was obviously special, maybe even enchanted or something, which meant that the guy must have had a decent amount of battle experience: after all, you don't get armor like that in a random store, at least not in the beginning of a quest. Sadly, that still didn't say anything about his alliance... Well, FF had to start somewhere; although he didn't really like the concept of luck, he was forced to try his now.
"Uh, Sir?" he called out after the knight-in-colourful-armor. "You, in the red-blue armor! My name is Final Fantasy, and I would like to request your help. The Fandomverse has been strucken by a deadly curse, and we need to find the antidote. Would you join me on this Quest?"
 
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Avengers - With her team (and some pink-haired moe chick)

She stopped being confused with the whole passive-aggressive vibes coming from Rattata because that was such a waste of time and Avengers never wasted anything. The cause of it may have been the fact that some new fandom popped in to warn them about... a Trickster infection. Avengers glanced the rest of her team, and was quite happy to see that all of them were going to stay and fight. Well duh, of course they would. Any team of her's would never back out!

"I can't just lock myself up and pray that someone else will save me!" None of her heroes ever did that and she'd be a disgrace if she did the same. If some... Trickster infection thought it could just go around ruining her fun, it had another thing coming. She turned to face her team (godsdammit, they still didn't have a name) as moe girl vanished. As she did so, her glasses disappeared to be replaced with a single black patch over her right eye and her casual clothes transformed into Captain America's spangly suit.

Avengers hefted Mjolnir from where it dangled on her belt to her shoulder and her Hulk-green glove covered hand cocked on her hip. "You guys ready to fight, or do I need to wait for you to suit up?" she asked.
Fullmetal Alchemist - WWII Museum

"I'm not mad." FMA scowled at Sherlock. "Just not really in the mood for a fight. I usually end up having to clean up the property damage, so I'd like to minimize it." Honestly though, fixing everything he broke wasted so much time. It was easier to not break anything.

He was dismayed when Doctor Who listed out everything he knew about Cybermen. Daleks and Cybermen and other bullshit enemies that he wasn't in the mood to fight with. "Are you telling me that we're going to have to fight more of these tank bastards and robot things?" Gold, of course it was gold. "Well, it's quite convenient that I've got a metal arm, don't you think? I mean, I do know how to transmute metal into gold." FMA gave a little smirk at that even if he wasn't much in though punching things didn't sound too fun at the moment.
 
Supernatural completely disregarded the fact that every major love interest died and that it was anatomically impossible for Homestuck or him to have children and nodded enthusiastically a couple of times before being dragged into the air. Supernatural wasn't quite sure what part of Homestuck's rant he was agreeing to but he didn't really care as he flew along side Homestuck, trying not to go too fast. Despite the slow pace, by SPN's standards at least, they reached The Beatle's house quickly where he was standing out side, looking ready as ever to joint them. "Beeeeeeeeeeeeatles! We have a treat for you! You're going to loooooooove it!" He was grinning like a maniac as he let go of Homestuck's hand and landed beside the Beatles, throwing an arm around him. "Imagine the best high you've ever had and make it even better, that's just how much fun you'll be having. I promise." Supernatural watched carefully through the sugar haze, this was such an interesting disease that he forgot what he was trying to remember to not forget about the Beatles earlier.

"Homestuck, I think Soccer man over here needs to let loose." He pointed to FIFA who looked ready to run.
 
Doctor Who -- WWII Museum

Doctor Who grinned when Dragon Age started throwing around all his gold. "Excellent!" he chirped. "That's perfect for defending ourselves. I recommend everyone grabs at least one gold accessory — that should keep us safe from being 'upgraded', at least." he started to explain, before listening to the rest of what Sherlock had to say.

"Something controlling the Daleks and the Cybermen?" he echoed. "Sounds… unlikely. Cybermen — makes sense for them to be controlled. They've been taken advantage of plenty of times before — usually by their own creators — but Daleks? They're a tough lot to manipulate. Hard to simply defeat, really, much less maintain control over them — and even the Time Lords couldn't manage that."

When FMA spoke up, Doctor Who almost said something along the lines of 'well they technically aren't robots', before he heard FMA mention that he could turn metal into gold. "Really?" the Doctor echoed. "That's perfect!" he chirped, before another idea came to mind. "Huh… I wonder what would happen if you tried turning their own cyber-bodies to gold…"
 
The Beatles -- In a spot of trouble

The Beatles nodded slowly as Fifa expressed his concern, though he couldn't quite take his eyes off the colorful Tricksters. They managed to catch his attention even moreso when a fight between Kill la Kill and Madoka broke out. "Wait, what are they doing over there?" he asked almost instinctively, though he knew immediately after asking the question that it was probably best for him to not get involved.

Just after he turned away, though, he froze at the sound of an unsettlingly chipper voice calling his name. Slowly turning back around again, he was soon met with the sight of some rather peachy-looking individuals flying quickly towards him. "Oh, ah, a treat… for… me?" he replied unsurely, rather stunned by Homestuck and Supernatural's costume changes.

And then, the angel had his arm around his shoulders. "Oh, ah, is that so?" the Beatles replied nervously. He didn't know what high these two (or whoever else was off in the distance) had gotten themselves into, but any brightly-colored mania that could make the Magical Mystery Tour look tame certainly left him feeling a bit uneasy, and- wait, was that one wearing a slice of pie in his hair? Bah, irrelevant. "Well, I would love to join you, but I have to, ah, fix a hole!" he spoke up quickly, searching for an excuse. It was only immediately after he made that particular song reference that he realized how relevant and believable that excuse actually was. Regardless, he then ducked out from under Supernatural's arm in an attempt to flee back to his house before the Tricksters could grab hold of him. "Fifa, I think you should probably run!"
 
AoT - Near the Beatles' House still

"You know, I think you're right," he admitted to Touhou as the parade of color-crazed fandoms dashed off around the corner, apparently having not heard him. Perhaps that was for the better, they were all acting very erratically, but for the moment were not a threat. Attack on Titan sheathed his twin swords, wondering what their next course of action should be.

"Erm, how important is finding Doctor Who to you actually?" he asked, seeming to at last be able to take a moment to stop moving and actually talk to her properly, save the fact he was standing on the side of a building. He realized he might have come across… well, somewhat intense. It was part of his fandom's nature to be intense, he really needed to focus on those calm moments in-between people being eaten by titans, the ones filled with such lovely camaraderie and precious hope. He took a deep breath and felt a lot better all of a sudden, reaching up to tenderly trail his fingers over the red scarf around his neck.

"Hey, sorry for being so, um, rushed. I forget that it's okay to slow down sometimes. I do want to help you though, I'm just not sure where to start really. He flies around in that box so much it's hard to say where he'll be, or when for that matter. Anyway, I don't think I properly introduced myself. I'm Shingeki no Kyojin, or as my English fans call me, Attack on Titan." He stuck out a hand in friendship, "It's nice to meet you."
 
Touhou - Somewhere near the Beatles' house

"Nice to meet you, Shingeki," Touhou said, shaking the male Fandom's hand. "I'm Touhou -- but you already knew that." Well, at least the guy seemed to have calmed down a bit now? That was good; Focused people tended not to get hit nearly as often as unfocused ones, nor did they drag other people into senseless battles, unlike a certain horned jerk and dragon tamer did. At least those two got what they deserved in the form of Danmaku showers.

"And as far as how important meeting Doctor Who is: right now? Not really all that much, to be honest." Shingeki was right; actively trying to find Doctor Who was as close to an attempt at futility as one could get, unless you were really lucky -- not to mention she had other reasons to not really care about it at the moment anymore. "You know, in between those hellspawn running around and everything else that happened today, I'm quite ready to just go home instead of flying all across reality." The female fandom sighed. Why do I get the feeling that I won't have that luxury though? I'm expecting something terrible to happen in 3.. 2... 1...
Whether it was due to Touhou tempting fate, bad luck or her recognizing a pattern was unclear, but the exact moment her mental countdown reached zero something came crashing through a nearby building. Before the Fandom could as much as blink, this 'projectile' slammed straight into her and carried her right along its path down to the ground several floors below -- and right nearby the Beatles' house again.
 
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Chaos as it seemed was what awaited The Binding of Isaac as he opened his front door. It had been quite sometime since he had last found his way out of the forever changing place he called home, and he was unsure of what he would find when he stepped outside. Squinting he rubbed his eyes and quickly pulled out some eye drops dripping a little in each eye to moisten the lenses.
Able to see more clearly now he noticed an somewhat eccentric-looking house some ways away from his own boring, normal house. Seeing person's off in the distance made him a bit anxious. Tears started to well in his eyes as he tried to not become afraid of whom ever was out there. Isaac nervously swallowed the lump in his throat and decided staying outside was better than the darkness back inside.
"Dun, dun go back in."
He told himself while attempting to stop his lip from trembling. Getting a grip momentarily Isaac made a bold move and scuttled out into the open of Fandom Square. Maybe he'd fine someone to buy some hearts from, he was down to only 4, and one of them was dead. Checking his pockets he made sure he had the coins he had collected earlier. He noted he had a silver key as well but that was irreverent at this current time.


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RvB - Destroyed Road

RvB was stuck in a long awkward silence with WoW... He sat there for a bit, watching before saying "Uh... hello?" and then a sudden realization hit him. "Dang Flaggant! This is a Gaming Fandom, he's probably afk!". But then he grinned, getting evil ideas of pranks he could pull on WoW before he came back. Yet before he could do anything a random voice shouted out behind him. Hearing the words "Red" and "Blue" it was safe to assume whoever the voice was, they were trying to get his attention. So he turned around and said "Uh sir... I don't know what this 'antidote' is you're talking about. All you got is shields and overshields. Well, there's medpacs, but those went out of date long ago. Healing, Bah! Who needs it?".
 
Homestuck - CHECKING OUT MISTER SOCCER AND MISTER MUSIC

Homestuck laughed as he watched Supernatural spread their JOY. If SPN called dibs on Beatles, which he had so obviously done, than he would take Mr. Soccer ball uniform man! Landing with a flourish right in front of Fifa's face, he gave a disconcertingly toothy grin. He heard Mr. Music maker shout something toward his new BEST FRIEND. No, no, he just didn't know what FUN this was yet! "Aw!" he cooed. "Don't run, Fifa! Don't you want to have the time of your life with us?" Homestuck sidled up next to him, grabbing Fifa's shoulders and leaning in closely. "Trust me! Once you try some of this candy, you won't regret a thing!" He held different colored Gushers in his hand since Trickster candy just seemed to be EVERYWHERE now that he was one.
 
"Touhou!"

And to think he was ready to call it quits and take the rest of the day off. Hah, oh the irony. No matter how often he tried to take a break, something always happened to ruin it for him, and that something usually involved death, destruction, and other things that definitely made him consider seeing a therapist.

Someone had crashed right through a building, narrowly missing Attack on Titan, and collided with poor Touhou who, it seemed, had already been through a lot today. If anything, he could relate. The person who'd hit her, he could now see, was another anime fandom that he didn't know. He swung down to where they'd crash-landed in the middle of the street in front of the Beatles' house. A little way down from them were the crazy color kids doing… whatever it was they were doing. And Beatles was there, and some guy with a soccer ball. He didn't pay them much attention though. "Are you all right?"
 
Final Fantasy -- Destroyed Road in the Real World

"Uhm...," FF muttered. He had not expected this rejection. After all, what kind of a knight would not want to protect the innocent? Maybe he just needed some extra convincing? "Well, maybe a trained knight like yourself has a protective amulet, sir, but not everyone has one of those," the RPG fandom said. "Can you really leave the others to their fate? ...Oh! And think of all the treasure and weapons we're bound to find in our quest! Of course, everything we'll find will be split fairly, although I'm willing to give you an extra margin as a payment for your services. So, what do you say, sir?"
 
Fifa looked awkwardly at Beatles and Supernatural....well...weird crazy supernatural. "Ah...Um...." Fifa started to run backwards before Beatles even "suggested" for him to do so. But when Hyper Homestuck jumped infront of him it did cause him to jump.

"Oh...ah...sup mate?" Fifa tried to walk away but Homestuck rather clung on. Fifa glanced at the Candy being offered before he his face scrunched up.

"Oh piss off you gay horny bastard" Fifa shouted before he kicked the ball, which somehow was still next to him right into Homestuck's face. Allowing Fifa to escape. Fifa then started to run as fast as he could. Hoping to use the beast that was his pace. He decide to run back to his home. Which to somehow who didn't know where to go was an maze.

He could probably lose them or at least trap the crazy homestuck in there. To see what was wrong with him.

"HE RUNS WITH THE SPEED OF A LIGHTING BOLT!"

Meanwhile in a somewhat less crazy place

Dragon Age grinned as he produced the gold. But he still rolled his eyes at Sherlock's rambling. "What are you goooooing on about, Can we not bother with who's controlling who...There's always some stupid side quest....and this is it! Not some major thing to do for Andraste's sake. There's probably something important going back in Fandom's Square" Even though Dragon Age complained, he didn't leave. He wouldn't admit it, but he was having fun.

He then turned to FMA and laughed. "You know, for someone who goes on about everything has to be about science and stuff. You sure do have a lot of magic. I mean, seriously....a chalk circle means you can do "Alchemy"...Pfft, and you say I'm the fantasy...."
 
Madoka got up, and shook her head, looking down at the fandom she had landed on. "Touhou!", she got up, and pulled the other fandom off the ground. "You have to go make sure that Avengers, Pokemon, Trigun, and the others over there don't do something stupid! It might not make sense right now, but please listen. Anyone who isn't a rainbow colored freak, you need to escort to safety.--", she stopped before her next sentence, and turned, blocking another blow from Kill La Kill. The street below them caved in even more. "Come on Touhou, I'm counting on you. You and Shingeki need to save them! I'll keep the tricksters at bay and buy you some time. At the moment this battle is not winnable,--" she grit her teeth, and shoved Kill La Kill back, then disappeared, appearing again and firing a laser at the tricksterized fandom. Kill La Kill flew away into another building. "Tell them they can win if they go back and prepare themselves. Gurren Lagann can make them mechs. You too!", she disappeared again, catching sight of Homestuck trying to infect another fandom. Well, her and supernatural. She pulled flash grenades from her shield, and tossed them at the two fandoms. When they went off, she grabbed the two safe fandoms, bringing them away from the two trickster ones, then addressing Kill La Kill again.

Gurren Lagann was conflicted. "The way she's talking, she has some experience of this, but I have never heard of such a thing as a trickster... how the hell does she know!? I want to fight, but, at the moment I don't have Gurren Lagann... Maybe it's not impossible to fight them, but, Avengers, you seem to be the only one here who seems ready to take on that thing. I'm brave, but I'm not stupid. Let's call in Gurren Lagann and see what we can do. I'm sure I can do something for you, Hetalia, Pokemon, and Trigun. ", he nodded, before pulling off his drill necklace, and raising it. "Come on, Gurren Lagann, I need you!", the drill began to glow, and a jet sound could be heard in the distance coming close quickly. Before they knew it, a huge mech had arrived on the street. It knelt, and he ran up it's arm, climbing into the head. "You guys cram into the mouth on the chest! It may look like a face, but it's actually a second cockpit. Some of you should fit. Anyone who doesn't can climb up to the head!"
 
RvB - Destroyed Road in the Real World

"Son, we all share the same fate in the end. Guard a base, take the other guys base. There's no need for stuff like treasure!". He then continued to speak but into his headset rather than at Final Fantasy saying "Oi! We need a Tank down here! I red, I mean blue team has themselves an 'antidote', whatever the hell that is". To which a split second later a Scorpion Tank landed right next to them, "Who need treasure when you got Cannons?".

Sherlock - WWII Museum

Sherlock grinned and replied to the Doctor saying "Well then, clearly our new friend is more powerful than the Time Lords. Sound exciting". However he then instantly turned his head to face dragon age and replied "This is no mere side quest like killing some insignificant fallen god of a single planet! This has to deal with multiple armies capable of destroying Galaxies! Just one of there soldiers is more deadly than a pathetic Archdemon!". He then jump off of the tank and said dusting himself off "Now, if you excuse me. I have an museum to explore" before he walked off deeper into the museum to get a better look at the other exhibits.
 
Touhou -- Kissing the ground near the Beatles' house

"Ow..." What the hell had just happened? One minute Touhou was just floating in midair, the next she one was smashed into the ground by... something. Just as the Fandom tried to raise herself back up again, another female fandom pulled her off the ground and started to speak to her about stuff. "Wuh?" Touhou muttered, still dazed due to the impact. Madoka was talking to her about rainbows and sunshi- no, rainbows and Tricksters? Wut? The fact that Madoka was constantly being interrupted by a very annoying female fandom didn't make things much clearer either, but the one thing that did get through was that they needed to get out of here. Well, no problems there, Touhou reasoned, I was about to take my leave anyway before you came around. Also, I'm fine, thanks for asking.

Still somewhat dizzy, Touhou turned to Shingeki, who was at least nice enough to ask if she was okay, unlike a certain other fandom. "Yeah, I'm okay, at least sort of. My head hurts though," she answered the guy's question. A quick bout of self-inspection did reveal something else though -- namely, that her clothes were somewhat less okay, leading to Touhou swearing under her breath. They were still wearable for the time being, but they could go straight into the trash when she would finally manage to get home. "...What was she talking about anyway?," she turned back to Shinngeki. "Something about Tricksters, rainbows and mechs?"

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Final Fantasy -- Destroyed Road in the Real World

Wait... The Knight didn't want treasure? What kind of man didn't need treasure? Shiny, pretty, golden treasure, to store in your inventory or to sell for Gil... Ahem. Anyway, maybe the Knight was too honorable to take payment, instead just wanting to serve his kingdom? Then again, if that was the case, then why did he refuse this quest at first?
Not that FF had a whole lot of time to think about the Knight's reasons, because just about that moment a giant... thing fell out of the sky. Although FF hadn't seen things like this quite often, he did recognize it as a tank of some sorts. But why would a Knight be able to summon one of these? ...Maybe he was actually a Gunner Class? That could work, but didn't Gunners generally use lighter armor to have better mobility? After all, they used ranged weapons, so there was not much reason to use heavy armor like most close-range Classes would. Not to mention that if he was able to summon this thing, then the tank itself should give him more than enough of a Defense Stat -- in fact, a higher Agility should allow him to more efficiently control the tank, meaning the armor would actually have a negative effect. Did he really want someone in his Party who had such poor knowledge of a Character Build? ...Well, beggars can't be choosers.

"So... You're in then?," FF asked the Knight/Gunner who apparently had the ability to summon armored vehicles. Immediately after FF had finished his sentence, a small blue rectangle appeared floating in the air in front of RvB. There were just two words on it, one below the other, with a small arrow-shaped cursor pointing at the top one.

[Yes] <
[No]
 
Attack on Titan - still near Beatles' house

Shingeki, er, AoT was thrown right into combat mode. Madoka had barely explained the situation before another fandom tore her away and the two were caught up in a fight. He connected the dots: rainbow freaks… those must be what she called tricksters. That must be what had happened to Supernatural and the others, there wasn't any other explanation for their sudden change. As to what exactly the epidemic did other than change you colors, he wasn't sure, but apparently it was dangerous and they had to move fast.

Touhou was slightly less-prepared for combat, she needed to recover. "Hold on!" They needed to get to higher ground and out of harm's reach before they decided what to do next. He grabbed the disoriented fandom with one arm, got a running start, and leapt into the air once more. His feet landed solidly on the wall of a bell-tower and he sprinted up the side, coming to rest on the highest ledge with a bird's eye view of the square. He could easily see the layout of the streets now. Below them Madoka and Kill La Kill were hashing it out in full anime-style battle. Around the corner he could see the Tricksters, who wouldn't spot them from a mile away? It looked like they were harassing a pair of other fandoms. Opposite this on his other side the sound of enormous heavy footfalls made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. He whirled around but instead of a titan he saw a metal giant stomping its way down the street. His first thought was that they were all doomed, but then he saw the creature kneel down as someone ran up its arm and climbed inside. Ah, it was a vehicle. Right, mech-suits, he should have known that.

Looking closer he saw a huddle of other fandoms nearby, among them Trigun and Hetalia and an American fandom (it had to be American with all those stars and stripes).

"I have a plan," Shingeki said finally. Touhou still seemed disoriented, so he knelt down to look her in the eye, "These things called Tricksters are fandoms that have somehow become insanely colorful and apparently dangerous." He checked the layout again. Madoka had spared a moment to move the two fandoms under attack a little way away, and confused the Tricksters with a smoke bomb, but she was still barely holding her own against Kill La Kill.

"Once you feel recovered follow that giant metal titan," he pointed toward Gurren Lagann, "They appear to be preparing for battle. I'm going to help Makoda and those others, and find out what I can about this Trickster epidemic." He stood with an air of grim determination as a gust of wind lifted the edges of his green cape. The Wings of Freedom fluttered across the worn fabric. Turning his face toward the unknown, the silence was broken by the mechanical equipment firing steel cables and snatching him from the ledge.

Shingeki whizzed through the streets and skipped over rooftops. Madoka and Kill La Kill were violently hurling around and smashing things. Meanwhile, the smoke was clearing and the two fandoms he'd seen earlier were not running nearly fast enough. The Tricksters would catch them for sure. Without letting his toes scrape the pavement he swooped down and plucked one of them, some fandom in a sport jersey, up off the street and carrying him over several intersections before setting him down in another residential area, pausing only a moment to make sure he was all right. "Take cover and warn anyone else you see. If you have fighting skills take this road to down to the corner and turn right. There's a fighting team you can rendezvous with. And watch out for other colorful fandoms!"

Without another word Shingeki retraced his path, but before he had reached the street in front of Beatles' house again he ran almost smack-dab into Madoka and Kill La Kill, the latter of which seemed to also be one of these Tricksters. Without hesitating he whipped out a set of twin swords, using his extra momentum to vault skyward and come down on Kill La Kill with a spinning blade attack.
 
RvB -- Destroyed Road in the Real World

Suddenly a blue box just appeared in front of RvB, his first reaction was to jump backwards and shout "Dang Flanngit! I confused that as a blue!". Then after a few seconds of simply staring at the box he replied "Wait a minute... These are words!", he then pointed at Final Fantasy to get his attention and asked "You! What do those words say!?".
 
"DID SOMEONE SAY TRICKSTERS?!"

He appeared out of nowhere. Actually, he appeared out of nowhere precisely seven feet in the air and fell ungracefully at the feet of-- "AVENGERS! WHY WOULD YOU GO ON A MISSION WITHOUT MEEEE? I THOUGHT WE WERE ON THE SAME TEAM!" The eccentric fandom clad in red and black clinging to Avengers' leg was none other than the infamous Deadpool. "OMIGAWSH, IT'S THE ANIMEVENGERS AND DEADPOOL. GUYS THIS IS SO COOL, WE'RE GONNA SERIOUSLY KICK SOME BAD GUY BUTT AMIRITE?"

"BUT FIRST," jumping up and throwing an arm around Pokemon, Deadpool whipped out a camera-phone (making sure that Gurren Lagann's huge awesome mech-suit was in the background), "LET ME TAKE A SELFIE." With a shutter-sound and unnecessary flash he snapped the picture and then bounced back to Avengers. "SO. I'VE DONE MY RESEARCH mostly AND IT'S OBVIOUS THAT NONE OF YOU KNOW WHAT THE FLIPPING FLIP IS GOING ON, SO I GUESS IT'S A GOOD THING THAT I HAVE FINALLY SHOWED UP TO THE PARTY. SO HERE'S A CRASH COURSE ON THE TRICKSTERS thanks to the OP : IT'S BASICALLY A SUGAR-HIGH-ON-STEROIDS-TRIPPING-ON-ACID-AFTER-BEING-VOMITED-ON-BY-A-RAINBOW AND YOU CAN CATCH IT JUST BY BEING TOUCHED BY SOMEONE WHO'S ALREADY GOT IT or by eating their candy AND BY THE WAY I DON'T THINK THERE'S REALLY ANYTHING YOU CAN DO TO FIGHT IT. ANY QUESTIONS?" He cartwheeled to the side spectacularly and struck a fighting pose. "SO WHO'S READY TO FACE CERTAIN DEFEAT? RAISE YOUR HAND." He promptly raised his hand high in the air and looked around expectantly at the others.
 
Touhou -- Getting away from the Beatles' House.

So... They were going to fight these abominations? Fine by her. A couple of minutes ago, she might've just gone home, but at this point Touhou was starting to get pissed. The thing was, if Madoka was to be believed, she wasn't going to be able to defeat these things on her own -- something Touhou could follow, if that one fandom Madoka was fighting was one of these 'Tricksters'. If the other two were even half as powerful as this one, then they were up for one hell of a fight. And if this thing was in fact contagious, then trying to fight them solo would just be suicide- no, worse than suicide even, considering it would help the enemy. Well, she might as well do what she was told for now; get the people around that... Dear Kanako, that thing was huge! How the hell did something that large move that fast? Maybe it could only really move fast in a straight line whilst having pretty poor mobility otherwise? That would make sense... Then again, what would be the use of such a construct then, if it couldn't turn on a dime? If it wasn't able to move properly, then Touhou could probably take the thing down by herself if she could manage to stay out of reach. Which would logically mean that the thing was in fact capable of such a fact, because it would be utterly worthless otherwise. ...Well, whatever. One way or another, it would be pretty bad for it to fall in the wrong hands, which meant the pilots needed to leave right now.
A decision having been reached, Touhou took off towards the giant robot, trying her best to avoid the 'Tricksters' as much as possible. After all, it would do no good for her to attract these things' attention and guide them straight towards the giant robot.

"Hey, you there, around the giant robot! You need to get out of here," she called out towards the colorful group. "I don't really know what's going on myself, but we need to leave right now!" Touhou stopped a short distance in front and above of the group, floating in midair. "Look,Madoka has probably told you about this stuff, but there are these things called Tricksters roaming around. Simply put, they're insane jerks that are out to get us all. Also, they're\really powerful, capable of ramming someone through a wall with enough force to also injure the person behind said wall." In between the damaged clothing and random scraped here and there, it should be pretty obvious to anyone who was not blind who said other person was. Speaking of damaged clothing... Why was her right arm feeling off?
Distracted, Touhou looked at her right arm -- and immediately spotted the source of her problem. Apparently several of the nigh-invisible strings that kept her 'floating' sleeve in place had snapped, leaving the sleeve dangling far more freely than it should, which then had fallen apart further while she was flying. I swear... If I can get home in one piece. I'm not leaving it for the next couple of years. Annoyed, she ripped the last couple of strings that were keeping her sleeve in place off, letting the piece of cloth fall to the ground. "There, much better. Anyway, you really need to leave. Like, now. That includes you too, red guy." She hadn't heard the entirety of the conversation, but the tail end was enough to give her a close approximate of what it was about.


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Final Fantasy -- Wishing he was dead in a Destroyed street in the Real World

...What. How did he even... What? Final Fantasy was dumbfounded; how could anyone be this stupid? Was his Intelligence Stat in the negative or something? Seriously, this guy had less of a brain than Fighter from 8-Bit Theater, which at least had some remotely intelligent plans some of the time. Did he really want this guy in his party? At this rate the odds were pretty good that the guy would end up stabbing him due to being too dumb to keep ally and enemy targets apart....
FF sighed, then answered RvB's question. "Well... it's just asking you to select either Yes or No, in response to my Party Request. The top one is yes, the bottom one is no." Why did he need to explain this to anyone? FF felt like a tutorial explaining tutorials...
 
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