Illegalist Insurrection: An Unofficial TwoSet Adventure

Doug's Imprisonment

And then he perked up. Ah, yes. Lord Doug would be his next victim.

Now, though, he had to find him.

In this stately mansion, there were numerous practice rooms for the colony's worship of Ling Ling, the supreme music deity. One way to send offerings to them was to practice; that was precisely what Lord Doug did, in an obscure space in the maze of rooms. While he ran his scales upon the flute, Illegalist appeared out of thin air, silently slinking around. He was quite sure that Lord Doug would not be able to sense the darkness radiating from him.

He did not realize how mistaken he truly was.

Lord Doug may not have had a sharp sense of smell like Lady BlueMeow or Prince Musica, but his supernatural awareness was incredibly high, and he immediately felt the heavy presence of Illegalist suffocating the room.

Doug immediately flared his wings at the figure, whipping away the misty darkness with all his might.

"Mayday! Mayday!" he cried to the atmosphere, but alas, he realized, no one was near enough to come to his aid. As he ducked under a sharp strike of darkness, he realized: no, he was alone in this. He had to fend this threat off on his own.

"You will regret this, imposter!" Doug declared, shooting sharp feathers which simply passed through Illegalist. In dismay, he shot into the air as Illegalist laughed wrathfully. "Regret? Please, don't make me laugh. You must not know that I have already captured your dear, dear prince."

Doug felt the bile rising in his throat. "How?!" he demanded. "Prince Musica would never allow such a—"

"Ah, but even powerful lions are merely pitiful mewling kittens around ME," Illegalist hissed, snatching Doug from the air with a long tendril of dark smoke. Immediately, a horrified Doug felt the magic draining from him.

"And now, my feathered boy," Illegalist said, his smoky breath clouding Doug's vision, "you shall also become nothing but a flightless chick."

Doug struggled with all his might and willed all his fading power into one final telepathic message. LORD LEGALIST! LORD LEGALIST, COME IN! THERE IS A MONSTER WHO HAS CAPTURED ME, SEND HELP—

And then Doug blinked and opened his eyes into a dim cell.

The smoke had disappeared.

Bewildered, he looked around, and gasped when he saw Lady BlueMeow and Prince Musica magically encased within cages. Musica acknowledged him with a nod. "Hello, Doug. You must've met Illegalist too."

Doug rubbed his eyes. "Hi, sir...?" he said slowly. So that ripoff is named Illegalist, huh....

"Oh, so he caught you too, huh?" BlueMeow huffed dejectedly from her side of the room. "Well, you've come at the perfect time. It seems Illegalist is out plotting right now, so he won't be back for a while. I was just about to tell Musica my tale of woe, and how this misery came to be." She dramatically swirled around.

Doug's mouth quirked up. "Why so blue?" he asked.

BlueMeow glared at him. "Very funny," she said, her tail lashing. "Just listen to the story. Let us begin, as I was taking a short walk around the fields with the so-called 'plebeians' as our very own Legalist has called them...."

It was all silent when she'd finished telling them Illegalist's plan to plunge the colony into siege of chaos once all of the leaders were captured.

If they all could be captured, that is. There were only two more of them out there, and Doug knew: they were the only hope.