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[h3][center][i][color=orangered]Suparna Wolgen[/color][/i][/center][/h3][hr]

As usual, Suparna was fashionably late to the party but still came with ample time to hear the details and witness what could only be described by the Queen of Carrion as a freak show parade with a motley assortment treating the bridge like a tightrope instead of a functional path from one end to the other. Seeing as this challenge was open to beings as large of Bal-Dakka or that colossal angel she didn't recall seeing recently, the skeletons insistence in theatrics was worthy of a sigh of exasperation. 

[color=orangered]"This challenge is truly off with a bang."[/color] She remarked off the cuff and raised a sleeve before her face to dim the violent burst of light and sound Henry thought to release on the bridge. The structure itself was no worse for the wear and Suparna was far enough away to be unaffected, but how it affected those currently crossing was yet to be seen.

[color=orangered]"Hmm, if what the Alchemist said is true, I'd rather not risk being disqualified on a technicality."[/color] That technicality being Chirada, who may for all intents and purposes be only half of one entity divided between two vessels, but Suparna wasn't going to gamble on the elevator making that distinction. [color=orangered]"Fran dear, please look away for a few moments."[/color]

Suparna stepped back into the waiting embrace of Chirada...and was skewered upon its ribs. A grotesque squelching noise erupted from the Lolita whose body convulsed from an outpouring of maggots along each puncture, a sight befitting the nightmares of mortals until Chirada closed itself around her and concealed it from view. It's body rumbled and shifted, masses writhing every which way alongside the grating sound of bone tearing flesh to release the carrion contained within. Chirada noticeably bulked up from the increase in mass and the seam it often opened to expose its ribs had sealed itself as though never existing in the first place. Two more wings erupted from the angelic corpse's back to loom larger then the four already present, and soon after arms emerged like the sleeves of a coat and terminated in the same black plumage that circled Chirada's mask while the hands themselves were concealed beneath velveteen gloves of the starkest white.

[color=orangered]"[i]Ooooooh my, I almost forgot how good it felt to be whole![/i]"[/color] Came a the jubilant cry of the united Whole, its voice seemed to echo from behind the mask now serving as its face. Chirada, as that really was the easiest way to identify them in this form, now loomed two heads over Fran and was caught in a fit of laughter as she experimented with her newly formed arms and the wings from the starting area. Their was a temptation to indulge in the urges of her wings and fly across the bridge to reach the castle, but even Chirada's exultation of her empowered body, she wasn't so foolish as to forget the reason she assumed it. 

The Rules mattered, as the others would soon discover.

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It was to the surprise of any viewer to this contest that it was not any competitor. but a gaggle of meager imps that began to set the wheels of calamity into motion. 

A series of detonations ran along the bridge from their single minded race along the bridge, a hazard that would claim many of their rank and possibly fling those still crossing into the abyss below. Yet this was not the end of the issues they would raise.

Two Sliske's imps would do as commanded and continue into the castle, finding the elevators waiting for them without any trap to hinder their progress. The remaining duo continued inside and piled into one of the open elevators and slapping the only button present, which closed the doors with a resounding ding. Rather then ascend, the elevator's occupancy limit sent them hurtling downwards towards the inescapable holding area all of Hohenheim's captives would find themselves residing in before they were stuffed into cryogenic storage.

While the imps got acquainted with their cell, the use of the elevator had triggered the Second Phase of the competition before anyone was actually present. Hohenheim had told them that whoever remained on the first floor when the elevators moved would be left with company, and each ascension or descent would result in greater and greater numbers of greeters to come down and welcome the competitors. For this first call came down a trio of [url=http://danbooru.donmai.us/data/__echidna_puzzle_dragons_drawn_by_chelonia__daf734eb6e07fb297ede71ab85530896.jpg]serpentine woman[/url] brandishing swords that burned the same color as their scales.

Were Ananta not slumbering upon a delightful heated rock that came through the mail, this would have been an easy matter for Heaven to circumvent, but as it was, the three lamia surged out of the lamia and took to the bridge with the intent of knocking them from the dangerous precipice. Moved with each undulation of their powerful tails, they charged forth with a flurry of steel, flame, and muscle to topple the intruding Factions into the void below.

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