[center] [h1][color=A5CFD7]Happy Chaos[/color][/h1]
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[color=A5CFD7]"[i]Wow. We really beat him like a dead horse. He's dead, is he? Good as![/i]"[/color] The gunmetal blue Restorer of Humanity let out a short-lived laugh, clapping with his nose high in the air with the corners of his mouth upturned. It was so smokey, that his X-shaped glasses began clouding up. [color=A5CFD7]"[i]Good job, team! We really buttered his biscuits! ..Ooor however that saying goes. Bravo![/i]"[/color] He clapped once more, offering moral support for those that gave it their all. Maybe he wasn't that bad after all. Maybe he wasn't here to [i]only[/i] cause mischief. [color=A5CFD7]"[i]Now let's -[/i]"[/color]

The ground tremored and so did Happy Chaos, almost losing his footing, vaulting to his feet. He debated doing away with his futuristic revolver before the unexpected crash, but now the stakes were too high, and there was no telling what was to step out from that Herculean plume of smoke. Like everyone else, he paused to process the events, being struck by a huge piece of rubble. It merely shattered into fragments within contact with Happy Chaos, and it felt like a mere poke, tiredly looking ahead as if nothing had happened. And then, a tumultuous roll of adrenaline rushed through him at a staggering velocity. The suspense! [i]Oh, the suspense![/i] He could sense a formidable opponent just ahead, and he wanted to discover it as soon as possible. He doesn't even attempt to erect a shield or anything to save the others from the peril that was the flying debris - they could save their own hides. Besides, it's not like he owed these people anything. He played so unfairly. He'd definitely be on the naughty list this year. Aww. Well, he was on it every year. Didn't feel like there was a difference. [color=A5CFD7]"[i]Woah! What was that!? Oooooh! New guy, new guy! What's your name, big guy!?[/i]"[/color] He called out to Superman in ignorant bliss, then scratched the top of his head, confused. [color=A5CFD7]"[i]..Wait, why is he-[/i]"[/color]

[h3]CRUNCH![/h3] 

Happy Chaos stood there like an idiot scapegoat while most people retreated behind the makeshift shields of the refugee camp, as happy-go-lucky and pretentious as ever. He watched Superman kill the man and fly off. [color=A5CFD7]"[i]...Hahaha. Wow. Well, if he's not dead then he definitely is now. You know how you think you killed a bug by stepping on it but then it's not actually dead?[/i]"[/color] he asked. It was a rhetorical question. Producing Crescent Moon from his holster, he shot the man one last time in the head just to make sure he was dead. Definitely was, now. [color=A5CFD7]"[i]..Yeah. Cuz I got the feeling that he wasn't. Anyways, he's dead now.[/i]"[/color] He sighed, promptly ending his misery, blowing the smoke from the barrel. It was such a commonplace thing Chaos had to do, the act of death didn't even faze him anymore. As the smoke cleared, his head swiveled to find the booming source - and there you have it, another mysterious man.

[color=A5CFD7]"[i]...Uuuh, do I gotta go?[/i]"[/color] The jet was almost done lifting off. [color=A5CFD7]"[i]Where's this jet taking us, anyway? Why should I be going? What's.. going on?[/i]"[/color] Hopefully this would elicit a fruitful response. Why were they here? Where were they? What was even [i]happening?[/i]

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[h2][color=5365E7]Nahobino[/color][/h2] [img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/6a3dd752d12c2bd9ee10fce4acd4c7b5/1afe2644bfcc4cda-e7/s540x810/a8a0d15ba571b54e6fad59f1f0435e28663e09c1.gif[/img] 

[color=5365E7][h3]Kurumi Amano[/h3][/color] [@MorgueofCrowz] [@QizPizza] [@SomeMekBoy] [@TheElenaFisher] [@Thatguyinastore] [@KageBaka] [@Crow] [@FactionGuerilla] [@ClownTown] [@Yamperzzz] [@BoltBeam] [@XeroUltra] [@RirisStride1] 

[color=5365E7]Nahobino[/color] doesn't have much to say. After witnessing the murder of yet [i]another[/i] man, quite gruesomely at that, at least this one didn't hurt as much as the last. He winces and looks away, and that's that. Firefly, the pyromaniac, tried to kill him and everyone else, so perhaps he deserved that dark, grave fate. Karma, as they say. Firefly wasn't innocent. He has no idea what is going on, but the Proto-Fiend looks up to see a jet descend from the skies. Black Frost looks confused, too, but they both step back as Lex Luthor makes a grand arrival and introduces himself. Knowing that he could fly, he stayed behind. [color=5365E7]"[i]..Blue guy's right. What is even happening?[/i]"[/color] Nahobino asks.

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