[A very tiny and rather startled girl appears on the Plane amidst a puff of dust.]

Whoa! What the...? Hey! [Toph taps a foot against the ground.] What kind of ground is this?

[The surprise is quickly turning to anger.] Alright, what's the big idea? This is some kind of trick, isn't it? Well you picked the wrong girl to mess with!

[She looks every which way, milky eyes never focusing on anything.] Come out here and face me! I can feel you out there!

[She slides one foot across the Astral floor and a look of worry crosses her face.]

[There is a bed.

It's a big one even. With fine, soft sheets, though it's a bit untidy. The red baldachins that are supposed to be around it, are all torn down, lying on the ground next to the bed.

There is something else next to the bed on the ground, half under the curtains. Or rather someone. Why yes, it's Juliet! Breathing heavily even.]

Nnh... [He frowns and trying to sit up, with trembling limbs. His pajamas are torn slightly too, and he looks weak. He actually can't really move his body. There must be a drug which makes that!]



((ooc: Guess who they wanted to kidnap? And used drugs on so he won't be able to move?? Yeah, so Juliet is pretty much escaped to the Plane in a middle of an attack, and waiting for the effect of the drug to fade so he can go back, and kick ass, and all. But right now, he barely can raise his arms or move his legs.))

{It's been a busy week for Diva. With everything from dealing with selling off the Cinq-Fleches company to mourning the death of all her Chevalier, she's pretty tired in general. The thought of coming to the Astral Plane to rest, it hadn't really occurred to her before.

But now she's here, at least. After yet another interview with the media that she's coming to hate pretty quickly, Diva appears on the Astral Plane with one of the instruments that she plays the best, yet doesn't particularly like because of what's associated with it; a violoncello. She is also dressed very cutely, since I am a fashion whore forever.

She's sitting on top of the theater, playing a well-known song with an amount of concentration that seems disproportionate to the task. Every other time she played an instrument or sang a note, after all, she was able to do so with ease.

It's only once she finishes that her brow unfurrows from her intense concentration and she smiles just slightly, as if relieved.}

Ne, at least there's that much left.

[The epic battle that is epic in ways only tokusatsu can be is coming to an end! Zeronos manages to place himself far away enough from the Imagin to pull out his card, insert it into the ZeroGasher Saber and use his charged up finisher attack to swipe at the Imagin. The energy expels into an A shape, and the Imagin goes BOOM.

After he's sure the Imagin is gone, Zeronos takes a few steps back and holds the card out for it to evaporate and disappear. Next he unbuckles the belt, and the transformation dissipates entirely — leaving one badly bruised and beaten Ryotarou underneath, who collapses and barely catches himself on the ground. Injuries of note may be the few burns left over from Hei electrocuting the Imagin, and the bruises around his throat from when Den-O choked it into unconsciousness.]

It's... gone now... at least. [It's a wonder the kid is still conscious.]

(ooc: Sorry for the spam. If anyone would like to talk to him now that the Imagin is gone, feel free. Healers are a definite bonus! :|b P.S., this happened last night.)