Dawn of the Prank Mahsterz (invite)

Well, Silver with his lack of knowledge on angst and his lack of height to read such signs did what ever self respecting adult would do, He would knock at first but then still enter to assert his dominance!
Slowly sneaking in before using his cane to make a small light to see into the darkness, a vague and soft light that was capable of bringing quite a bit of magical flair to his appearance!
He was here to make a show darn it!

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As the boss and tangeri had both entered the same room, it wasn't too long before the two of them would notice that escape wasn't possible anymore, a large spider like robotic starting to scan the room intensily before then simply speaking with a deep and robotic voice.

"Target found."

The creature then unloading one of the four limbs with armour piercing rounds into the wall and sliding it from Tangeri towards the mafia leader, somebody who wouldn't be easy to defeat in the slightest it would seem.
Yet at the same time, how would somebody be planning an assault at this time, with such efficiency!? A mystery unfolds before our very eyes it seems, as the small picture of a puppy on the desk is shattered.

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As he would look up, turning into a mixture between man and beast as he would stand up on his tiny legs, he would be agitated at first with the assault of smells on his nose, the disgust that became apparant as he would simply reach his hands upwards and made a soft nyan sound.
Energy starting to spill out as it travelled outwards, towards the old remains stuck between the cracks, the small destruction, all of the small filth was being washed away by the wave of energy as the little guy concentrated with everything he had.

Making certain that nothing would be left behind, the little guy would then have his body tremble a few more times before a pleasant smell would start to spread.
A mixture of lavender, fresh bread and vanilla extract that would start to replace the mossy smell of disgust that was located everywhere before he would notice that even the bedding and all that was... Not too pleasant, putting away a set of strange items that were located underneath the bed, the little guy would soon cast a small spell on the bed to replace the bed sheets with another one that was stuck in the closet, having cleaned both with a snap of his fingers as he would soon change the subject a little more with his face showing a content smile.

"I am magical friend, not dog!" He would proclaim, his words a bit messed up due to biting his tongue a few times as he was trying to concentrate on cleaning everything as he would move his hand upwards once again before then the plastic wrappers, the non collectible stuff would start to be gotten rid off, especially the rotten ones that were laying around.

A small plate soon starting to form as a few droplets of sweat became apparant on the little feller his forehead before he manifested a few orbs of melon bread along with a small wallop of cream on the side.
Even a fresh cup of apple juice was located to the side as he would then do the biggest mistake, which was cast a spell to replace what seems to be weeks old clothing with a new turtleneck and shorts.

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As the EMP round struck against the robot along with a coconut, it would soon lean backwards, the mechanical gears starting to grind powerfully as the beast would soon find itself stopping carefully, the weapon that was once firing in a sweeping motion stopped by the force as it was pushed upwards as the beast started to scan carefully.

Six spider legs on the bottom of the beast that stood before the two, each mechanically embedded with a blade on the tip of the legs as the person would soon find itself gazing towards the others with his head.
A round spherical head that reminded others of a baseball with the markings even as a single red eye was located in the middle that seemed to scan for the location.
His torso representing a car front, with two lights that were shattered it seems from the EMP round along with the coconut, meaning it couldn't blind the two.

Besides all of this, it seems that he wasn't just equipped with the machinegun, having a few obvious joint weakpoints the machine would soon have the machinegun wrist close up as his hand became visible once again before speaking a few static lines that were unaudible before a small set of electronics in the room begun to go haywire.
Lights starting to turn off and on before the sprinklers started spraying down onto the three of them as the robot made a content beep, holding his hand upwards as a small voice clip began to play from his torso with an audio line visible for the pitch and volume.

"Yippee-ki-yay, Mother Fucker."

As the robot said this, a metallic rod started to be ejected from his right wrist untill stopping at a solid four feet in length before a vicious spark became visible.
It wasn't the sparks that became the fear to spread into the area, it was the sprinklers he had activated just moments before as his voice box would repeat another line.

"Nine million terrorists in the world and I gotta kill one with smaller feet than my sister."

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Thinking on the books that were in the other lady her bedroom, the little bugger called Silver would soon pull out a small staff that expanded to one befitting of a grand sage as he tried to hold it, soon dropping it on the ground with a thud sound with a panicked look on his face!

Yet as Silver panicked for a bit, going 'awawawa!' as he had his tail slowly shuffle against the bedsheets causing his fur to let go a little as a few hairs were sprinkled around before the woman would have noticed that he didn't just replace the blanket, it had the three blanket layer!
Where you get to decide the comfiest one and how warm you want to be.

But with this knowledge out in the open, Silver would soon then speak towards the woman with a brilliant smile on his own face as his energy started seeping out, an energy capable of making people gag for a split second, as normal humans were equipped with a minimal power of five and sometimes a few thousand...! Yet this feller just showed off his transformating power for a split second before his hands showed a brilliant contract. "I am here to hire magical girls and give them hopes and dreams!"

His smile shining brightly as he would not have much power after that little burst to make the contract with his eyes looking around before then saying "Do not be ashamed! You are pretty!"

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As Tangeri tried to look cool, diving away from a robot his impact with a fully loaded missile in a rather small office by all ideas in the world she would soon have her back be lit on fire and put out by the sprinklers as the shock would have harmed them in some capacity even when there was nothing visible yet.

Yet when everything was starting to die down, a small clacking robotic figure starting to make his way around before then stopping suddenly at an equal distance to the two, a spider mechanical being standing on the ground with a camera on the phase as a small marking was imprinted on the side.
'Micheal Bay Transformers Script Container' as the small creature was starting to escape with the papers that he had stored within his little carapace, planning to make them public and soon turn them into a global broadcast...!
Oh no!

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After a short while of guards searching the mansion, it didn't take too long for Silver to be grasped out of the bedroom by a bunch of burly men who didn't listen to the complaints of anybody as they threw him out of the window!
The little person panicking as he would slowly make his way towards the house before a few shots came from the window that he was thrown at, the man pulling a glock as he simply smiled contently.
Not knowing what their relations were except that he was here to infiltrate this entire mansion and take the life of the two people that were living here, his gun soon reloaded as he would smile contently.

Silver himself would soon turn around to run towards the hedges to hide there as the bullets were terrifying him, especially the amount of noise that they made, it wasn't a miracle to have them loop into the other side of the conversation and become audible in the least!

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As the two were walking out, seeing the man that was supposedly trying to save his daughter sit at the tree that he was left with, soon noticing that he was actually sunk into the log itself.
Unable to move his entire limb as he had a moustache drawn with a marker on his face along with a shitty beard to be brutally honest.

Yet when the two would be given a chance to communicate, a sudden static came from two ends for both the saiyan and the robot itself as suddenly the information was shared via the volume...

Shots from an audio device that Tangeri was listening too and a notification that information on the boss her mansion has been stolen and that they are planning to kidnap and scalp the royalty living at that place, which included the boss herself...?!
Oh no...! Oh no!

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As Silver was letting everything pass through his own head, he looked at the woman that had not transformed back from her monkey form yet denting the gate as he would see the metal gate soon rip, tear and shred.
The metal ripping apart as it would become a collection of scrap that would bounce of the beautifull white pavement with a marble fountain that stood in the middle having the metallic object stuck in the middle as Silver gazed towards the strength.

Something inside of him was changing as he would remember the view of a mother clinging to a baby, a father who came home from work hanging his hat on a small spot that he had decided that it was correct as he would see the twisted metal.
The destroyed objects as he would have his teeth grit softly, knowing full well that he was weak, that he was fragile, that he had nothing he could do at this point to become something that would save those that would come before himself.

He wanted to react to the motions and the voices that the others had given, the unlimited cheer that was in that monster of a woman as he would soon take a step forwards as she had never had the best mental capacity to pay attention as he would not understand why he did this.
He could have felt his height having increased as his clothing had turned into ribbons, his nether region completely gone as he would feel the simmering pain that boiled in his own chest, that boiled in his own limbs as a small collection of members that heard the commotion thought it would be a genius idea to unload onto a simple woman.
One with such strength that she could turn a rubik cube into a pancake, yet at that point as the loud bangs that deafened the ears that he held so precious, he could see their faces as grey frames.
He could see them all as things that he would never have been comfortable with as he had his mouth closed shut with his teeth gritted to not voice a single complaint with a small trickle of blood starting to leave his body.

A small trembling child he could see from the side of his own visage as he would recognise it within mere moments.

He saw his old self, he would find himself accepting his childlike nature, his forced attitude to seem more adult as he acted like he was somebody he wouldn't be as he would feel his mouth shutting tighter, his entire body trembling quietly as he would stand there with time nearly freezing due to the amount of adrenaline pumping through his own veins.

As his eyes scanned through the battlefield, staring past the hedge that laid to his side as he had moved his body like a blur, he was not as strong as the people behind himself yet he would point towards the men who spoke something that he couldn't hear with his ears muffled as he would soon nearly stumble to his own legs as a small break was given in his adrenaline, nearly shouting out in agony as he would feel his legs ending up spreading a bit more to keep himself grounded.

It was not power that was inside of his heart, it was not determination, at this point he ran on the fragile energy of fear as he could imagine the old husband that would come home to a family with no kids that were left remaining.
He could imagine the people that would come home missing the family as he would take his first step as the gunners took aim towards the wounded person at first as he would move his mouth, attempting to say something towards the people behind himself, a word that he couldn't hear but was said with as much intensity and affection as he could.
In the hopes that they would protect him as he could see the flashes.

Seven flashes of seven rounds as he would dash towards the window with blood dripping down his own torso as he would sink his large claws into the walls.
Standing at seven feet with his mouth biting into the wall to climb upwards haphazardly, falling down once or twice within mere moments as he would soon have his entire body slam upwards through the window with a soft smile, fear visible in his eyes as he was riddled with numerious bullet holes.
He wanted to say it, he wanted it to be the first word that everybody would hear when he would arrive.

There was a desire that burned inside of his heart, there was a desire that he once wanted to elaborate on, every kid had this as a dream as he would grasp his own fist before then slamming it on his own torso, taking a low stance with his fists raised as tears seeped out of his eyes.
His legs slowing the trembling as he could feel his tail carefully stroking the damaged wood, seeing the wounded people who he held so dear that were being round up with weapons in the hands of their enemies.
Weapons that could eliminate the flame of life on a person so easily as the holes in his body burned as he would notice that his voice had carried quite a bit more as his body froze for a split second.

"Do not fret, I am here!"

It was those words that were heard as his ears started to be assaulted by the return of the animals, the fighting, the weapons, everything including the soft moist touch of blood as one of the opponents who took his dagger drove it up into his own stomach.
A red liquid escaping his lips as he nearly threw it up before firmly swallowing it, drowning his own stomach in blood as he would make his way forwards.
Driving it ever so further into his body as he would have his eyes keep contact with the person, remembering the moves that he had been taught, remembering the body bending movements that he was once taught.

Suddenly everybody would see the creature vanish, the ribbon that covered his body, the numerious cloths that would keep what was left on his clothes in check as they had fallen into strands and fused together being drawn to the floor as their faces would start to tilt downwards before a sweeping kick would be delivered to the chin of the first kidnapper with a solid crack that became apparant.
The man his neck looking in an awkward position as he was still moving, swearing in words that he could never repeat as he would look at the people he had given so much luck, looking at the people that he would be willing to protect as he could not leave them as mere friends.

He had to create heroes out of them as he would slam his heel back on the ground, cracking the floor as a shot from his back nearly knocked him back on his torso, this time a splurt of blood coming out of the front of his torso as the creature would move his body forwards, dashing with pain in his every limb as his eyes would remain their brilliant colours as they were before.
The blue energy that seeped from his body telling him to move in certain ways as he could remember a warrior, a four armed magician, many more that were stuck inside of his own heart as he would have to perform with the toughness of a warrior.

His heel having struck the ground allowing him to kick off a meeting between his knee and another guy his face as he would catch himself on his torso before jumping up to the roof and then jumping down, having lowered himself in a near crouching position as he held his palm out infront of the final of the three mooks that were told to keep an eye on these women.
The scent of iron in his blood damaging his own nose as he could see his extended arm with a palm touch the man his torso as he would have his other arm pulled back with a fist balled, close to his torso as he had positioned himself sideways with his back following the length of his rifle that was aimed forwards.
A plan to have a bullet end up in his frontal lobe becoming a disaster plan with his face unable to show any happiness at this point.

Yet it was almost second nature to himself as he would turn his body clockwise, his elbow pushing against the barrel within a mere split second as the shards from the window had finally reached the wall with the amount of speed that he had been putting behind every move before his balled fist would leave a streak of blue.
A brilliant blue that was mingled with a trail of blood from his adrenaline not showing his limiters, not showing him that he should relax a little as he would feel his fist collapse into the torso with a violent crack as he stood there with a crushed fist, one of his fingers almost completely torn off as he did an emergency recover for a few shreds of energy to keep his hand from being permanently disabled as he would find his eyes to look towards the hallway.

Pushing both women with his leg into a room to the side, onto the bed of the one who had locked herself in all the time that was cleaned rather nicely as he would stand there with his fists raised.
Tangeri and the others could not approuch via the same method, they could not approuch in the same speed, they had to go through the front door after fighting off so many different opponents, they had to get their way up the large decorative stair.
They had to defeat many more grunts as they were pooling into the hallway where the boy called Silver was being wounded, where he was fighting against body armour, against criminals above his strength as his entire body felt like giving up.

But he could not give up as his arms and legs were carried not by his fear anymore, not by his determination, not by anything else but something pumping in his blood.
Something that he could not know with a simple fact, not something that he could know by years of practice.

It was something that he had to figure out by the act of others that his body would be carried by the existance of love and the love that was shown to him, love that he wanted to repay and give back to those that he held so dear as his broken fist was pulled back into a balled shape with his teeth shining awkwardly against the lights from the ceiling as he would show a soft smile...

A broken smile...

Or was it a brilliant smile of somebody who had to protect those that he held dear?

There was nothing that he could see about his own position, there was nothing that made him look dignified, yet at the same time he knew that his positioning in the hallway, the blood clotted fur and the wounds that he had did not look like a victim.
He did not look like another man who was risking his life in a stupid fight, he looked like the thing that he wanted to be himself, the thing that he settled on that was just below the impossible wall that he wanted to reach.

Silver stood there finally as somebody who could be recognised as the thing that he was once looking at with a smile too, a wizard was not just a wizard that helped others.
No, somebody who helped others was called something else.

What was it... A hero?

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New Appearance from Shapeshifting : prnt.sc/nyu9ix
Shapeshifting upgraded with request to the mods.

As silver stood there, blocking the door that was being closed, he could feel his body slump down onto it as he could feel the iron touch of his own breath that was spilling blood down onto the ground as he laughed to himself.
His eyes closing as the bullets kept passing through his own body as he was certain that nothing would get through him as a few people used clubs to strike at his own legs as he would have his teeth grit, another blow striking him square in the face as he would cause the door to tremble and shake with heavy meaty beats as he would keep his eyes locked with the people who were beating the crap out of him.

Men pulling onto his fur, grabbing him by the ear and slicing into his body as he would feel the multiple forms of damage starting to accumulate as he would feel his body slowly dropping down, every fibre of his being wanting to give up yet as he was forced to stay standing.
Slowly casting a small prayer to himself as he would see the door freeze over from his side, meaning that they could not sneak past him to enter the door while those inside could burst out as he would then simply raise his fists as he remembered a few words.

"Ei, Ei, Yaloha." Silver would say with a cocky smirk as one of the larger men with iron tipped boots would punch him in the face with a knuckle duster, a few of his fangs slamming against the ground as he stumbled over, showing determination in every fibre of his being he would keep going.

Hearing the roars that were coming, Silver would simply shout outwards, his eyes turning beastial for a split second as he could hear the carnage further down the hallways as he didn't care for what was happening.
He knew that he had to make her proud, she had introduced herself once before as he would raise his hand with a firm punch upwards, energy starting to slowly gather as he would have his arm recover rapidly, the broken fist starting to be repaired as he would smirk towards the opposition.

"This may sound pretty scary... Hoa..." He would say, with a tribal like tone as he would have his legs almost sink down to the floor before he caught himself by spreading his own legs further to stabilize himself as he then called out louder. "For my teacher will arrive, a berserking force of nature! A true teacher who is willing to risk themselves for an idiot!"

Yet at this moment something struck within his body as he smirked to himself wider, slowly forming a smile as the man started to pressure forwards to lower his arm, a beating starting to occur onto his body, bruises, black marks and blood splattering in every direction that there was possible as the man would stomp down onto his foot, a crack appearing through the floor before swinging his other leg up to hit his chin before slamming the heel down square onto his face...

Silver didn't move, his bloodshot eyes simply looking at him with determination as further across the battlefield was a rampaging force of nature as he would simply shout. "Teacher! Grant me the power that you have in your throwing skills and allow me to break through the limitation of my feeble human body and become somebody that can stand beneath you as a real student!
You can hear the voice from my heart, can you not, dammit!?" a small cluster of energy sparkling at his own palm.

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Hey, Teacher.
Do we not need a group song?