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[hr][center][h2][color=deeppink]And That's All, Folks[/color][/h2][sub][@cosmiccowgirl][@BigPapaBelial][@SonnetNSunbeam][@FourtyTwo][/sub][/center][hr][center][i][color=gray]London Bridge is falling down,
Falling down, falling down,[/color][/i]
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The remaining clowns break into a chorus, even as they’re struck down. Gaggles is missing once again, a cloud of dust kicked up, only parted by a strike of electricity that Lightning Girl was certain hit. As the dust settles, she loses sight of Madcap, too. Just two broken stalls, a crater in the ground, and a ring of clowns.

Gaggles is missing again.

Eclipse is missing, though the number of clowns was thinning–each voice in the chorus disappearing one by one.

Madcap is missing, he disappeared after Gaggle was punched back, lost in the confusion of it all.

It doesn’t last long, though, confusion washes over each spectator as Gaggle emerges from between the battered stalls, foreign hands wrap around his neck, a familiar red glow behind his head. The team would know that helmet well, bug-like and goofy.

Gaggle slumps, the hands around his neck tightening. [color=FF69B4]“Why did the clown stop making jokes?”[/color]

[color=dodgerblue]“Huh?”[/color]

[color=FF69B4]“He lost his head.”[/color] He honks his nose twice before closing his eyes.

Madcap freezes, an uncomfortable silence settling over the two. Then laughter, honest to god laughter, the type where you wouldn’t be able to breathe, the type that would last over a minute–honest to god laughter between the both of them.

A snap echoes in the air, a corpse falls to the ground, neck twisted and face contorted.

Even through her haggled breathing, Alaine could easily recognize the violence that clouded Madcap’s eyes. There would be no fair trial, no questioning, no arrest; just a falling piece of land and a group of traumatized children. There would be no answers waiting for them.

[center][i][color=gray]London Bridge is falling down,
My fair lady.[/color][/i][/center]
A knife is ripped out of a singular clown’s throat, the balloons around the gates deflate, Madcap stands in the middle of it all–left to answer Lightning Girl, Blackstar, and the others–his hands spread by his sides as he looks on at the court.

Someone chokes on their own blood.
[hr][center][h2][color=gold]No More Words[/color][/h2][sub][@FourtyTwo][/sub][/center][hr][center][b]HEROES ARE TRYING THEIR BEST TO HOLD UP THE FALLING CARNIVAL.
THERE IS NO OFFICIAL STATEMENT AT THE MOMENT.
WE INTEND TO QUESTION SDN HEROES PRESENT DURING THE INCIDENT ONCE THEY RETURN.[/b][/center]
Other flying heroes were holding up the carnival, making sure it landed safely. They arrived too late to intervene any other way, but they could at least ensure everyone got down safely. The TV flicks off, a distraught employee turning away. “My niece was there,” they suck in a breath, “she was there, I dropped her off with her friends,”

James can see it all from his side of the office, but his monitor offers him no answers, just a glitched screen slowly returning to life. He’d have to learn of A-team’s whereabouts after they’ve returned.

[center][b]END OF EPISODE 3[/b][/center]