Plans in Motion (You of the Dark)

"Romain!" Shinigami splurged out in furious joy as she slid on her knees, efficiently digging her head into the blonde tamer's boots.

"Stardust Dragonful!?" the rest of the G - tubers inquired in deep surprise, concocting to the fact that he had just made an appearance a few moments ago.

Romain was one lad of a friend. He had encountered Ryuk at a bustling toystore jam packed with holiday shoppers and the best gifts every child could ever think of. Hint word. Childhood friends. Every weekend, they would hangout at the pigeon frolicked plazas, experimenting against the cobblestone powered fountains to stream a purple hydro show. With Romain adding vivid flames dancing spontaneously around each sky breaking stream, this is what they invented, attracting tourists with wide mouths agape. Praising their new form of art was as if they immediately won an award in a public street art festival. 'Flamme Violette' or Purple Flaming fire was incredibly rare, it sure shellshocked news stations and presses abroad Crinea. Who were these two mysterious illusionists? Only time ticked by as both Shinigami and Dragonful tucked their signature ability from prying eyes, a definite sign of friendship miles away.

Now that they were exuberantly reunited again, only the Evergrande G - tubers had to solve Ryuk's sheer repulsive relationship with Mr. Dragon Blondie here.

"Romain! I never thought you'd be here by yourself!" Shinigami expressed in heartbreaking joy, fruitfully maintaining her crying composure.

"Walk the streets of Sienne? Nooooo, Shinigami. That's too wild for a wyvern like me here. After all, that experiment we conducted with the magnet crowd? That was our bombastic ability to revere our sole friendship. Besides, I see that you tagged your friends along. What a gang." Romain smirked, softly patting her shoulders before standing up to speculate at the rest of the G - tubers in return.

"Anyway, introductions aside, we have no idea where we are. We just awoke from our mysterious -"

A stealthy hand wrapped around Ryuk's mouth like 5 pieces of duct tape stretching across her cheeks. "Shhh..... Sel de Grotto. I evidently scoured the traitor's tracks but lost him in sight as he transfluxed from the realm's Beigomaspheres."

"Wait! You spotted Marco!?" Zera's heart flipped over in dreading fear as he retaliated in high concern.

Romain spent a moment to hack the foreign name with a quizzical thought. "Marco? I don't recall anyone named Marco beyond my investigation. I'm currently on the hunt for a vile draconic demon that contracted 24 little kids under his ruthless will. It's not long before my purple flame expires once I'm dinner to that hideous beast."

"Wait! Don't say such thing! We here to help you!" Alex gripped the blonde tamer's shoulders, charismatic worry lacing his red eyes.

"I highly doubt your too passive to end that quickly. That bey of yours is unbelievably strong." Zankye added, notioning to the purple colored dragoma held in Romain's hands.

"Meet Stardust Wyvenra W3. My only partner goma to travel with me around the whole world. An Crystal disc to show that I only lost that number of times against my childhood friend and a Flare frame to signify my purple comet encounters pulsing near my proximity. The lime colored Atomic driver buddies in with Ryuk's on her Fellscyther. A lethal defensive type goma with a flaming heart."

"Please... I'm crying already...." DracoLight dramatically wiped his tears while rubbing Rexcalius's so called tears with a white tissue. The childish moment brought Arthur to severely facepalm, efficiently counting how many times his DJ friend ran into pre mature moments.

"But if you were refereeing all this time, how did you acknowledge my friend's possession?" Rickers cautiously gripped his question like hard stone. It was as if the air around them held maturity and distraughtness.

Dragonful straightforwardly pinned his memories like glazed ice, "I apparently booked the same hotel where you and Marco happened to be residing in. Cautiously passing by room 663, I heard bizarre voices floating from the abode as if it was a secret cult ritual. So I began to adhere and eavesdrop on the conversation. Apparently there is a force at work in high means of raking down the bastard child of Zeraiya along with the celestial alicorn goma."

Gasps aroused the group into unstable shock as everyone trained their eyes on one brown haired tamer. Resounding a nervous gulp, Zera hastily pointed at himself. "M-m-Me!?"

"Oh Zera...." Falco dropped in front of him with a motherly tone.

"I knew it! That no good son of a poopey pants dragon, Luinra! I just wish I had the real Marco back! It's not fair that he just splurrs out revenge on me just because I won a G - tuber championship square and fair!"

"Fair and Square most likely?" Falco kindly corrected.

"Yeah, fair and square!" Rickers impulsed his childish anger dwelling deep down the thermometer drain.

Zankye and Cyprus seemed too kneen about Zera's behaviour. If a tamer does not take the act, he or she might be dazed into his opponent's world.

"Dragonful is right here." Storm wearily swayed the conversation, causing the cold stone air to hue down in a golden dandelion color, the identical mood bricked down on Light's head as if he just dispatched his plan of perfection. "There's no real reason to sunder down in his dark breath unless we have approached these 24 kids harnessed under Luinra's wicked potential."

"Agreed with Arthur. We all don't want to end up a laughing stock to the dragon's dirty mind. All we have to do is instigate and commemorate with company stationed over to the Beigoma room." Even for a master strategist to done a conspicuous hairdo, Romain seemed like the perfect tamer for Ryuk Shinigami to fan adore.

"Hold your purple tail, Stardust!" Zera suddenly squealed on remark, potentially causing his teammates to cower down from the childish alarm. "Am I really going to meet Morita - san!? EEEEEEEE!!!!!"

Hands clamped on ears as an annoyed gesture of 'stop it with those squeals' caused Falco to naughtily whack her launcher against his insipid ridden head.

"Knock it off, Zera! We all know that he's going to come soon! For now, I have an extremely urgent mission to conceal."

Eyebrows raised in hesitant curiosity, the Evergrande G - tubers inhaling tranquility around the raven haired tamer.

Taliyra neatly pulled out a 20 Euro bill, the berlin bridge gleaming on the sky blue background. Her inquisitive but wicked eyes trained on the only slick blonde tamer on the team. "W3 please."

"Wait what!?" Knocked back from the sudden rude offer, Romain squared up on Talonclaw, avenging his personal bey to a stranger. By no means of Dragoma was a tamer allowed to give up his personal combo to another weirdo. In fact, it was just a solitary gift from his mother, including a sack of Drakmas enthusiastically swinging by his muscular waist.

"Ok, let's cut the deal. Instead of swiping your personal W3 here, plotted any stores lately to find the Switchstrike release? I've been utterly dying for a W3 here like a thirsty golden camel!" Falco poured out her elaboration as if it was an important speech. The others sighed redundantly, keeping note of mental behaviour similarities between the bear and raven haired tamers.

Stardust immediately gaffed hysterically at Talonclaw's request. "How many years are you gonna boast yourself to W3 as if it's an ancient relic from the past? I've found tons of them in a secretive store once back in Sienne. Such a shame it was only under limited production. Tell ya what, dragon girl. If your heart braves after that defense type goma, I heard there's one sneaking around here. But be aware that we don't fall under one of the wrong gaping tunnels that lead us to your friend's manipulated army. Our lines end there."

Talonclaw fist pumped in exuberance, her flaming heart striking up the second time. "Lead the way, Prince Wyvenra!"

Shinigami snickered at the extravagant nickname, finding it beneficial for her childhood tactician tamer. Falco mainly trailed Ryuk's path, the two discussing about their enemy's frontline ambush group. Cyprus enthusiastically presented his fanmade Dragoma Burst 'Heroes' show to Zankye and Zera, compromising of original tamers with blatant sound effects and flash animation. Storm and DracoLight casually threw intimidating plans back and forth in regards of their fantastical vlogs in blading and trampoleaping.

Only Romain held his confidence, capable of flaming down these suckers with his wyvern goma.

The cold air lumened down to a steady illuminated canopy, the glistening salt stones gleaming in heart. A wide gaping tunnel presented them with crystal lighted staircase along with steel railings to the side. Every side of mystery threw the tamers off into startling curiosity.

"Is this what I think it is!?" Zera's eyes glistened like unicorn glitter, zipping towards the entrance of the tunnel. He carefully stuck out his hand through the invisible glass like gate. The inferior door responded with cloud like ripples pulsing outward in great energy.

"The Beigomasphere to Tenaki Tenzura's staff meeting room. But before we consult company, we have to scout a W3 for dragon girl here." Romain winked at the team, especially an infuriating Falco who simply wanted to snap his mouth shut.

"It's Taliyra for your humble information."

The immediate response zapped Romain into sheer sly embarrassment. "Sure, Princess Taliyra. We can register that name based on your frightening personality."

A dark cloud poofed out of disappearance as Falco held her gloating grudge, Rickers by her side to soothe her down.

"What's the importance of a toystore anyway? We all have obtained multiple copies of W3 off the chart." Jose reasoned lightly with the team, Dragonful declining his statement with an usurped sigh. It was as if Zankye was trying to major in his defensive cases against poor Stardust for misleading them to the Tenaki Tenzura staff room. "If Falco is too autistic for W3, then I say she can venture out herself in search of the wyvern goma. Team? Let's draw forth towards Morita san. Farewell Talonclaw."

With a simple pivot, Valkos strided the opposite route with Cyprus's nose held high, the two tamers unaware of walking directly into the toystore themselves.

"Genius!" Gasping upon excitement, Falco shredded over to the Dragoma aisles, pouring exuberantly over tons of boosterpacks, Switchstrikes, and the new Sling shock gomas, flinching over 3 copies of the Rail Rush battle set neatly lined up under the shelves. Her exasperated sighs caused her tiring hands to stifle through endless packages of Sapphire gomas until her final breath lured her over in a knocked out state. "W3...... Where are you?"

"You expect to find yourself in a distorted mess over one purple chap?" Romain clicked his tongue, showing hard necked sympathy over the 23 year old girl. Kneeling down to her purple eye level, he neatly dug his hand into one of his pockets until he brought out a spare W3. "Tell you what, miss Taliyra. Since you helped me out during Luinra's chaotic plunders, I should reward you in return for savin my life with your brave Nagariel. She's one hell of a dazzard dragon."

"She? How in the world is Nagariel classified a female!?" Zera spluttered out in recoiling remarks, his statement sounded like a dismayed king during court session.

"Rickers, think about it. My Nagariel is divine dragon at heart. With her thunderous breath attack, it has the ability to spin steal with an electryfying charge. Then again, how Nagariel relates to Naga? That is considered an adiquate mystery."

"ooooh..." Alex added in a spooky effect sound as if they were exchanging scary stories. Storm literally sighed in sympathetic dissatisfaction, his only actions were to babysit DracoLight and mother through his childish reactions.

Heavenous clouds parted beyond the skyrock roof of the store, a beam of light showering on the only spare W3 that has been presented to Falco as if it was a heavenous miracle gift from the divine dragon goddess herself, Naga.

Cradled in her unstable hands shuddering in explicit awe, Falco's heart beat in rapid respires greater than her lungs could hold in all of the air.

Her W3 came with a lime green colored atomic driver (the circlet ring colored purple), a lunar green Flare frame representing her admiration over swords, a Crystal disc to symbolize Naga's miracles, and finally a purple W3 layer with lunar green marks on the main wings instead of magenta.

Talonlclaw could not hold in her dramatic tears like a water bottle. She just had to slobber her water on helpless Stardust Dragonful.

"Oh Romain! Thanks so much for providing a spare! I cherished for this baby after I got news of it's scarce rarity throughout every store!"

"No problem, miss Taliyra! Just usin' up my old habit of refereeing my friend's concerns."

Rickers volunteered to hustle the group forwards with a notitioning gesture.

"So, Tenaki Tenzura room now? Because I really need to get an autograph from Morita san! And extract that silly gooey dragon out of my very best friend!"

Static churned in, the stone mounted flat screens briefly monitoring the group from the stable entrances of Joux de Club!

Seated in his lavish blizzard white and exotic lavender throne was a Luinor Marco Seidlitz, gunning his gruesome seductive gaze on his precious brownhead boy. Instinctively licking his lips, his pale but flashy fingers hovered over the LED buttons before one of the screens statically displayed the Evergrande G -tubers corroded and barricaded in a mysterious hall leading to 24 different tunnels.

"This is where my wonderful show begins at the very heart of Sel dr Grotto. It's such a believable and reliving moment to trap them into suspicion and misery . Just wait until they get past the first 12 of my army, Rickers sure should grow famished any moment." Seidlitz, effortlessly swirling a champagne glass of Galahad's Beispirit - a simple liquid wine compromising blood and glitter, idealy stood up and speculated at his goma. A gleaming shadow fell over Demon Luinra L5, it's iconic 6 red orbs radiated like an iron light as it sincerely growled under Marco's solitary tranquility, telepathically exchanging orders from the fell dragon. "Wait and see, dear Marco . I will avenge your friend and his team to smothering bits of flesh and blood . Innocence trapped under hard hitting guilt and burning affection."