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𝐕𝐈𝐀 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄
The streets were bustling with Ninjago City citizens as they celebrated. Dressed up in hundreds of different colors, with masks strapped onto their faces, carrying lanterns and heaving giant paper dragons through the roads. Fireworks exploded in the sky, and screens on the sides of buildings flashed with color. Carts and vendors lined the sidewalks, hoping to catch their next customer.
The figure clad in black, wearing a forest green mask, jumped off the roof of a car. He looked up, watching the fireworks. He decided it was time. Sneaking across the street, avoiding the sea of celebrating people, he stalked down a side alley. A figure mirroring his outfit, only accented with red, followed him. The two made eye contact, nodding to each other.
The masked figure in blue, who studied himself in a puddle for a moment, was trailed by the remaining characters: black, white, turquoise, and yellow. The ones dressed in green and red reached the rendezvous right as their other companions got there, and they all leaped into action. They studied the building that towered above them, thousands of feet in the air.
They started to climb. Scaling building after building, jumping from roof to roof. The figure in green caught a steady grip on the large neon sign and reached his hand out. One by one he threw them up higher until all seven of them had gained their balance. They used their weapons to zipline across an elevated rope. Now on the hover-train rail, they leaped over a train car as it passed. They leaped off, eventually coming towards a highway. They heard sirens, paused, waited for the police cars to pass, and then crossed the highway in a hurry. They finally got to the point where they could go no further. The cheers from below were loud as the white figure tossed a harpoon at the green one. Aiming carefully, he shot the harpoon and its rope at the top of Borg Tower. They propelled themselves up the zipline and reached their destination.
They looked around for potential threats and saw none. They approached the window, and the leader in green used his sword to carefully cut an opening in the glass. Before it could fall, shattering, and making a ruckus, the figures in red and black caught it and moved it to the side. They emerged into a museum exhibit-- cased wonders and priceless artifacts. The blue figure studied a golden statue of a Gin. The red one laughed at a pair of ancient masks. But they were all after only one thing-- and it seemed to be nonexistent. They formed a circle after completing their rounds, shrugging at each other. They hadn't seen it. The green figure looked at all of his team, before spotting something in the distance.
Pushing his friends aside, he stalked carefully toward the painting of Cyrus Borg. Drawing his sword and slicing the painting into pieces, he revealed what they had been looking for.
The Mask of Vengeance. Its red, white, and yellow design was frightening-- an illusion of a menacing face showing narrowed eyes painted markings, and long fangs. The leader clad in green smiled to himself, sheathing his sword. The white figure reached out to grasp the mask, but the leader shoved his arm away in a hurry. Producing a blast of mist, he revealed the array of lasers protecting the mask. Expertly deflecting the beams with his swords, he safely retrieved the artifact. He displayed it triumphantly to his followers.
