Prismo_the_Great

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"You Harmed my darling...."*her voice is eerily calm and sedate*"my little baby, and you have brought her moments from death!"

*slowly her voice increases in intensity and her voice begins to echo in the minds of everyone in the ballroom. Another beautiful woman arrives on the scene picking up the pixie and heading toward a set of small doors on the opposite side of the room as if ordered by telepathy*

"YOU WILL ALL DIE THIS NIGHT!"

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Prismo, still intent on getting the hostages out safely, ignored the threat - he'd heard worse in his time, and admittedly more creative ones as well. The stage magician turned towards the still trapped, but at least shielded, innocents. "Okay folks, take two..." he said, resummoning his group-flying ability, when...

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With his dance partner down for the count, Harry turned his attention to the civilians. Stowing the staff on his back, he switched to his katana, hacking away the thorny vines that where surrounding them and keeping a keen eye on everyone.

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The magician turned to the swordwielder, wand in hand, and almost seemed ready to utter another disabling spell, when he saw he was helping cut the civilians free. "Much obliged." he said, tipping his tophat to him. With the illusory army and this gentleman helping, the hostages would be free and able to follow Prismo outside.

Until...

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"Okay folks," he said, still a little short of breath. "Looks like we've got a snake among the sheep, if you don't mind me mixing my metaphors... Now, as I'm sure some of you know, these are official Paragon City arrest markers. When activated they transport one person directly to the Zig. I'm sure you civilians have no objection to this as it will get you out of danger, where as a meta-human... well, they might have a harder time talking their way outta there."

Harry started handing out the markers, keeping all his reflexes on high alert. He didn't have many Zero bombs left, so he'd have to be extra careful to avoid a second attack.

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Prismo hummed. "I don't think that's necess..."

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Cries rang forth from the crowd as multiple tendrils of radiation slipped to and fro from all over, lightly tapping a person here or there, inducing them with more cancerous growths. Soon, Harry would be surrounded by a bio-hazard worthy of most biological warheads, and it wouldn't help that each person was a potential explosive danger. Literally.

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Prismo sighed. "Okay, guess they ARE necessary." he said, and winced as he scoured the quickly destabilizing group - where are those tendrils coming from? What he needed was another pair of eyes...

He grabbed his wand and aimed over the group. "PHANTASMUS!" A very large humanoid-shape of energy formed, and seemed to look back obediently at Prismo. "FIND THE INFECTOR!" the magician yelled back.

One could almost see the energy creature nod, as it created a duplicate version of itself, and both began scanning the group, looking for the source of those radiation tendrils.

Prismo turned to the katana-wielding hero. "Can those arrest things put them into quarantine areas in the Zig?" he asked, deftly dodging another couple of thrown daggers as he hovered above everyone.

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((Prismo, please be careful, you can’t say how an attack is going to affect the pixie so I will proceed as if the attack was open ended alright?))

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((Sorry about that; I wanted to make sure you knew what illusion controller power I was using - 'blind' for holding.))

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*the pixie burst into black smoke and then reappeared very quickly next to Harry*

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Prismo saw this out of the corner of his eye, and cursed. "Not gonna...mff...make it easy are you?" he said, still struggling to rescue the innocents, when...

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Another lovely nameless henchman throws a dagger at Prismo sloppily attempting to break his concentration and send the guests into the tangle of spines looking more and more deadly by the second.

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It may have been sloppily aimed, but since Prismo was so distracted with the pixie and levitating a bunch of socialites, it hit its mark. Prismo yelled in pain as the dagger hit his shoulder, and the socialites fell back into the thorns.

However, since the creator of the thorns was *temporarily* on Prismo's side due to the confusion spell, they shouldn't be affecting the socialites anymore. At least Prismo hoped thus, as everyone floated back down, and the magician waved his wand in a circle with his uninjured arm. "SPHERUM DEFLECTUS." he called out, and the same shimmering purple shield energy engulfed him and the socialites around him as he tried to help them escape.

(I apologize for the lateness - my home computer died, and I'm doing this from work right now)

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*assessing the situation, looking at Harry and Prismo*
“An illusionist and his lovely assistant, well then my darling little shadow charmer should be able to take care of both of you. Charmer, your guests await.”

She motions too the pixie and she leaps from the head of the crowd towards the two mages sending fine needles shooting towards Prismo while aiming a claw thrust directly for Harry’s head* the pixie says with an eerie smile "now watch as i saw two magicians in half!"

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Prismo narrowed his eyes. "Not today, I think." he said calmly, as he brought his cape around, and had a shimmering purple shield envelop him for a brief moment, letting the needles deflect away.

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*the pixie just misses the tip of the staff but the knife slices across her delicate little cheek and shadowy tendrils of smoke seep from the wound as she lands in front of harry in a low stance* “you cut my face…please allow me to cut yours off!” *the pixie throws another volley of needles at harry and vanishes in a puff of black smoke. She appears above harry’s head attempting to split his skull open*

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The instant he dropped his shield, Prismo aimed his wand at the lunging pixie and uttered, "DISABLOS!!" White energy erupted from the wand and swirled around the pixie's head as she fell towards the knife thrower, disrupting her senses and incapacitating her.

Unfortunate for someone falling from a distance, no?

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“oh great, another one!” the goddess looks towards Flaming earth. “you there, for every rich twit you kill I will pay you triple what they are worth!”

"I like the sound of that! Hey Wand-Guy, think fast!"

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Prismo whirled around, and rolled his eyes. "I'd think about hiring better security." he said offhandedly to one of the socialites. "They're letting ANYBODY in, nowadays."

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And with that remark he tossed what seemed to be thousands of tiny spores at the civilians gathered around Prismo. Small thorny vines burst from the floor around the legs of the party-goers, slowly trying to crush them, while Flaming walked closer with his hands blazing.

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The magician slowly rose into the air, his cape flapping behind him. "Yes, by all means, take care of the 'rich twits'..." he said, gesturing to the flaming plant tech-armor man with an outstretched hand. "OBFUSCIA PERSONA!" he intoned.

A swirling purple energy attempted to engulf his target's head, whose perception would then be temporarily changed: those who were targets were now allies, and his previous employer - the telekinetic goddess - now appeared to be a very, VERY rich twit... and one that was mocking him, personally!

Prismo, however, could not stop to watch his handiwork. The thorns this thing had laid down were hurting these people. "Ladies and gentlemen... nothing up my sleves... PRESTO!" he said, and a soft mist formed around him as he hovered over the immobilized people. The mist made them light as a feather, and with his illusionary army blasting at the thorns themselves, his magic had them start to rise off the ground. Unfortunately, it was VERY taxing trying to levitate that many people while thorns were grasping and crushing them. Thus, he was very distracted...

As the present heroes and villains verbally sparred with each other, a rather bulky figure made his way through the crowd. The thing was - he looked like he belonged in the company of this 'creme de la creme' gathering: Tuxedo, dressed to the nines, top hat, flowing indigo cape, and a nice red bow tie. When he took out a black stick with white tips, it was obvious he was more than just a guest.

He stepped out in front of the crowd, and instead of engaging witty repartee with the women and the new arrivals, set his sights on the group of innocents.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, my name is Prismo the Great, and I have been sent here by Freedom Phalanx to ensure nobody lose their lives to these miscreants." he said, with the flair of a practiced showman.

He looked left and right, seeing more of the gorgeous assassins start to converge on them while the goddess' two flunkies were addressing the other super-powered beings. "Calmly exit the building, please." he said to the patrons, as he gestured to his sides. Smoky figures appeared near him, nondescript except in their phantasmic appearance. "Protect them." he commanded of the figures, gesturing to the people.

He then turned to some of the assassins, his cape swirling behind him, and brandished his wand menacingly at them. "By order of the Freedom Phalanx, you are ordered to cease and desist, and leave these premises immediately."

He knew they wouldn't give up, but he felt it was fair to warn them. He readied his 'Confusion' and 'Blind' spells granted to him by his hat, and waited for them to make the first move...

Holy cow... I didn't even think of Brawl. Even throwing in another slot just to have a disorient and knockdown proc for it...*giggles madly*

Wonderfantabulous post.