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[color=979CB2]LOCATION:[/color]Sandswept Sky - Al Mamoon
[color=979CB2]WORD COUNT:[/color] 785(+2 EXP) (Encounter EXP +6)[color=#FF0000]L[/color][color=#FF9900]E[/color][color=#CCFF00]V[/color][color=#33FF00]E[/color][color=#00FF66]L[/color] [color=#00FFFF]U[/color][color=#0066FF]P[/color][color=#3300FF]![/color][color=#CC00FF]![/color][color=#FF0099]![/color]
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[Hider=A Power Fit For An Overlord!][color=979CB2][b]Magichange[/b] - Mao can turn non-humanoid creatures into temporary weapons, the type of weapon and it's effects/power depending on the creature's own attributes. Transforming a creature grants Mao access to their abilities for the duration of the Magichange, though usually tempered to work with the weapon transformation. When Magichange ends, the creature used will be K.O'd.[/color][/Hider]

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Despite the Fat Hamster and Pile of Rags being in his face, Mao had kept quiet. He'd needed a moment to reflect given his newfound clarity, starting with the fact he was nowhere near his own Netherworld. Or power, for that matter. A dimension wasn't a huge deal, he could hop across Netherworlds with no issue usually, but this was different. Whatever this place was, it was repressing him. Though one might be surprised a lack of power wasn't what would stress Mao, rather the idea of the Upperclassmen trying to take over HIS Netherworld. With his absence, he doubted the shift in power would be favorable when he returned. But whatever came up, he'd just bash down. Not that big of a deal.

What was a big deal, was what had happened when he arrived here. It was rough to gain a footing, especially with his more brutish and 'for the strongest' mindset of most demons. It wasn't hard for him to find himself shoveled into the dark corners of Al Mamoon trying to make enough money to get by. That's when the Resistance came into play... The companionship, he couldn't give a crap about. But the power, and security? Now that was worth something. Too bad his usual demonic traits were a tad too strong for his own good, his ideals of overthrowing the leaders to instead lead his own force obviously having failed, considering he ended up as nothing more than a minion himself.

Worse than he thought, too. He'd been sent around, like some mutt being smacked with a newspaper. Being told what to do, the deeds not weighing on his mind, but the fact they were to someone else's benefit? His blood was boiling at that. Bending people's wills was HIS job, he wasn't just some secondary character to be beaten around and recruited! That was [url=https://disgaea.fandom.com/wiki/Almaz_von_Almandine_Adamant]Almaz![/url] It was bad enough to be comparable to a human, but then this fight ran through his mind. That detective was a pain, how could a damn human put up such a fight? Most of the combatants were strange looking to say the least, but they put up a hell of a fight and won. He pinned it on the fact his powers were diminished, not their own talents.

Then he looked over the losers of the battle. Cass, Maeve... A couple of pains, to say the least. Nothing worthwhile lost. Koga, eh. He would've forgot about that chump if it wasn't for the fact that Baz was over near him, too. The rest were even less notable. Klee had seemed to obtain the same clarity he did, but Baz wasn't so lucky. The demon scoffed, irritated by Kan-Ra's game. They wouldn't be able to help Baz, at least not right now. He wasn't much of a bargaining chip on Mao's end, but he wasn't a guy that needed to be rotting in a cell. He could be useful, Mao thought. That, and Klee and him were pretty happy together, and if Baz was out and about, Mao himself didn't have to carry these gross concerns he had, passing them to the meathead instead.

Noticing the eyes on him, Mao spoke up in response to Kan-Ra. [color=979CB2]"Fine! Needed to make a trip for revenge, anyway!"[/color] He faced the Seekers, arms crossed as he observed the mixture of faces from behind his glasses. If they were strong enough to take this fight, then perhaps the rest of the Resistance wouldn't be too bad. They had him now, after all. [color=979CB2]"There's a base hidden in plain sight in the northeast sector of the city. Covered by the guise of a dull business, but that doesn't mean it isn't dangerous. I'm not sure who's stationed there, or the big details of the building itself, but whatever the case, that's our destination."[/color]

Noting the rather nonlethal approach taken by these individuals, he figured he'd go along with it, aside from his personal vendetta. Number Two was his target, but he wasn't even sure if she was there. For daring to brainwash him though, he'd cut her down. It was simply a treachery that couldn't go unpunished, even if it was Mao trying to overthrow her in the first place. That's just how Demon politics worked.

[color=979CB2]"Maybe on the way, one of you can answer a few questions for me, too."[/color] He added, spreading his arms, gesturing to the surrounding area. [color=979CB2]"You've got to know more about this world than me, and that 'False God' that cursed me."[/color] Cracking knuckles showed that Number Two wasn't the only one on Mao's hitlist: Whoever this God was, Mao wanted to obliterate them as practice. Maybe gain some of his old power back while he's at it.