Rainbow Resonance!

Prismatic Calamity Chapter 4

The festival is in full swing. All the hundreds of attendees have now congregated in front of the stage, getting absolutely fired up. Ironically, it's by someone that has themed themselves around an icebox. As we have last seen, YUNG FREEZY has just spent 2 minutes getting the hype of the audience to the limit, as they all scream at the top of their lungs anticipating a performance. What they don't know, is what truly lies beneath the stage, and what will soon transcend from fiction, to documentative.

DJ Yung Freezy: NOW I NEED THE CROWD TO LET ME KNOW........ARE.....YOU......READYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?!?!?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mr.Bigsbey: Oh, absolutely. 

Mr.Bigsbey struts upon the stage like he's Henry Youngman in his prime. There are slight murmurs within the crowd as they all take note of the sharply dressed soul walking along the stage towards YUNG FREEZY. The crowd's chitchat soon begins to slowly dial up, as now the DJ is ready to take notice of the surprise guest, as do our three heroes. All of them snap out of their festival stupor as they begin to become more attentive of the evolving situation.

Lucina: Oh cool, they got a guy wearing a newsstand this year.

Caspion: You noticed too? I wonder if it's tailor made each Sunday...

Delilah: Hmm.... something feels off....

As Delilah keeps a medium level of suspicion amongst herself, Mr.Bigsbey soon finds himself making his move with the slyest of grins and the most class he can muster. With a waive of his hand, his newspaper sleeve extends to swipe away the mic from the DJ and starts his serenade of the crowd. He beings to try and charm the audience with his smug grin and authoritative demeanor. 

Mr.Bigsbey: Yes, yes. It's quite a good morning isn't it. A fun day filled with more laughs than the 3 Stooges in a barrel falling down the stairs with a monkey. I'm glad you ALL are having a pleasant time. For now.

He waves his hand with grace and snaps his fingers twice. The audience now has their attention grabbed as they notice a massive entourage of security swarming around the entire festival. Like a bunch of piranhas circling a drowning baby lamb, it seems as if Mr.Bigsbey has now ensnared his biggest score yet. 

Mr.Bigsbey: As you can see, it seems as if your security detail needed to be properly vetted. They came down with a little bit of a headache and seems to have done what any other smart individual has done and switched sides. Now my entourage here is going to pilfer anything shiny resting on your persons, and if you say no, well.....

Mr.Bigsbey extends his newspaper sleeve even further and cuts down a nearby tree directly in half, with precision like a surgeon and the lethality of an intern.

Mr.Bigsbey: ...I'll be sure it'll looked perfect on your closed casket. Security!

Mr.Bigsbey soon snaps his hand as the entire crowd is now abuzz in fear & panic. Absolutely stupefied that they have been caught in such a trap like this. What a lovely event of defanged cult rituals now returned to it's ne'er do well status. Lucina, Delilah, and Caspion are all standing within it, on bated breath. 

Delilah: Caspion, you manage with Newspaper over there while Lucina & I crowd control. Be ready on my mark.

Caspion: Awww... and I was hoping to hear the DJ's set....

Lucina: I know right? So much for a day off....

Delilah: AHEM. Be ready on my mark. One....Two.....

As the trio are ready to trounce on Mr.Bigsbey's plans, a familiar looking female soon saunters out onto the stage with slightly more swagger than the surprised guest. With each composed step she lets out a golf clap. The DJ, Mr.Bigsbey, and the entire crowd are looking upon her with extreme intent, as if she had a spotlight from the sun itself beaming down upon her figure with grace & significance. She soon fills the silence in the air, with something quite interesting.

Onyx: You know, I must admit. You almost had me. Taking advantage of my last minute security detail by using them as your muscle. Most would consider it impressive. I, however, am just finding it.....cute.

Mr.Bigsbey's eyebrow shoots up his face like a squirrel on a tree and begins to power walk towards Onyx, trying to not let his anger show.

Mr.Bigsbey: Excuse me, lady? I'm in the middle of something here so why don't you make like a leaf and get out of here. 

Onyx: Don't worry, I will. Let me just put down some roots first. 

Onyx firmly claps her hands twice in succession. The security detail encircling the festival responded in turn, with all of them holding up a bound & tied goon. Mr.Bigsbey's other eyebrow shot up alongside the first one, both meeting at the top of his forehead with overwhelming annoyance.

Mr.Bigsbey: Alright, lady! What the hell did you do to my team?!?!? 

Onyx: Your team, it seems, was woefully unprepared for the absolute searing righteousness of seasonal festivities. When I went to go get my breakfast this morning from my favorite sub shop here, I ran into someone very interesting.....

Mr.Bigsbey's eyes grow into dinner plates, absolutely bewildered that out of all of the sub shops and all of the people that could meet within them, he had the worst luck possible. As such, Onyx continues up with her smug smile and claps 3 times. To the effect of the Lackey, stepping out on stage as well, polishing his glasses as he paces towards Onyx in a serene manner.

Onyx: You should've seen him. Beat like a dog and absolutely in a stich over all the men you had him organize to take place as of my security. But I guess he didn't like your treatment, considering how many details he let on and how much he wanted to cooperate.

Mr.Bigsbey: Vincent, you kidding me??! After all we've been through, don't you know to never rat out on your friends?? 

The lackey soon turns to Mr.Bigsbey, now with more confidence and resolve that he has ever felt. 

The Lackey: The name's Vindonio. And you're not my friend.