Silva Dolla Dolla Bill I Mean Crystal (Zoisite)
| Silva Dolla Dolla Bill I Mean Crystal (Zoisite) | |
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| Date of Cutscene: | 30 October 2023 |
| Location: | Abandoned Theme Park |
| Synopsis: | Zoisite hates the Clock App but uses it anyway. Just like a normal person. |
| Cast of Characters: | Zoisite |
Zoisite is in an abandoned amusement park. It's very atmospheric. It's also a great place to lure a gang of ruffians with untoward things on their minds while dressed like and appearing to be a teenage girl. He let them corner him, and then, with no one around to rescue them, he revealed his true nature. Eyes glowing red, the girl who was to be their victim drained the life force from them, weakening them, and making them collapse.
Zoisite skipped over to the ringleader, crouching down by his head, and whispered out, "Serves you right. No one is going to find you here, you know. There are no saviors, no heroes... They don't solve normal crime. No, no, that's for mere mortals. Their cute and fuzzy mascots wouldn't want them wasting their time on something so trivial. After all, that might actually make the world a better place, or at least their home town!" Zoisite reached out with his ruby red fingernails, still sounding like the teenage girl he appeared to be, as she cupped the hooligan's chin and lifted it up so his rolling eyes could meet the sharp green of the second strongest of the Shitennou. The Third of the Four.
"And that's what you're going to remember in your rotten, perverted little mind. That no one saved you from the consequences of your own actions. That you are responsible. You will feel guilt, and shame, and fear, and anger at your own helplessness, and you will walk around putting out negative vibes like you've never done before." Zoisite tilted his head to the side, most of his features hidden within his hoodie. All except for those glittering green predatory eyes.
"And when I have need of you, I will call. And all that festering resentment will be put to a productive use. Who knows?" He let the goon's head drop abruptly, so that his chin struck the concrete without warning. "Maybe even you will be worth something then." He did a little finger-wiggle wave good bye, and stepped over the bodies of the unconscious or fading, and started making his way out of the park. Maybe he could entice another group or two to chase him, and teleporting might be sensed. He still didn't know if the Senshi or their friends could detect Dark Energy or not. Sometimes they were there when they shouldn't be, and other times they were oblivious to what was going on. An unreliable detection system, perhaps?
All Zoisite knew was that he had been going about this all the wrong way. He didn't need a public spectacle to generate the fear needed to produce a youma transformation. He could do it in abandoned places where young girls didn't generally go, where they would have no reason to go, and while children had greater magic potential, he could just as easily control a bunch of losers and amp them up instead. Low-grade youma in high numbers was simply more effective.
In the process, he got to enjoy gradually twisting and corrupting people to be more receptive to domination by the Dark Kingdom, and accumulate more life force for Her Majesty than anyone else had so far.
It was a win/win/win/win situation! Except for the humans, but honestly, screw the humans. He was tired of them. The embassy hadn't panned out, but there were so many other avenues to getting the Silver Crystal. He had it right on the money the first time around. Replace, multiply, command. Turn humans into the ones who would do the searching for him, and only activate them when needed. He wasn't a telepath like Jadeite, so he couldn't just mind control them outright or replace their memories. And he didn't have a Soul Projection like Nephrite, so he couldn't just possess people utterly.
What he did have was the ability to implant commands in electronic mediums. If he combined that with conditioning his intended targets in advance, all it would take would be a simple television broadcast or something posted on the stupid Clock App, and he'd have an army of willing servants who most magical girls would be reluctant to seriously hurt or kill. And if they did, then so what? He could make more.
There were billions more.
Sing-songing the lyrics to 'Whistle, Baby' while pulling out his phone, Zoisite went to the Clock App and various other social media to see what other vulnerabilities he could exploit. Then he stopped in place, his whistling turning into the slow, deep sound of a tune dropping. Like a bomb from the sky.
Hematite was there. On video. Advertising the Silver Crystal.
"...Why is there always something???"
