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Leland Owlsley	It was once again time for the Annual Confectioner's Convention in NYC. This event is a mecca for candy makers all over the globe and every year they send their brightest and boldest to this virtual land of candy-coated fun and board room back stabbing. This year marked the 20th anniversary of the event, and the amount of companies that showed up reflected that. In every corner there was a stall with representatives from different companies there handing out samples, when they weren't holding conferences at the main hall of course. However, it's not all tinker toys and lemon pies today. The NYPD has been an uneasy presence at the Convention Hall today due to certain rumors that plagued the Center. In the weeks leading up to the event rumors of men clad in pink boiler suits being sighting in the hall started to leak alongside rumors of a threatening note left at the door of one Randall Moll, CEO of Battalion Candy. As a result there was a increase of security, and word of a possible incident spread in the grape vine. But nothing could prepare the city for what was about to happen. Today was the day Battalion Candy hit the conference hall. The company, which was bought out by a investment group weeks ago, was in the middle of a big rebranding, which involved getting rid of their long-standing mascot and spokesperson, Colonel Montgomery Gumm, a burly moustachioed fellow played by TV show host and actual food scientist Waylon Gump. The firing came as a shock, considering the Colonel hosted a very popular kids show, but the company insisted it was to modernize the brand, ehich would be explained more in the conference. However, this never came to pass. Shortly after the Conference began those in the main convention hall would suddenly notice that the cofrence hall fell silent ten minutes into the meeting, only for the silence to be cut off by blood-curdling shrieks, screams, and yells. At the same time thousands of pieces of chocolate began to fall from the ceiling and onto the floor . Seconds later, the doors to the cofrence room flew open and the attendees came swarming out, their faces smeared with chocolate and eyes bloodshot. In their hands were various weapons, which they held tightly as they charged in a ravenous mob towards the convention goers
Franklin Richards	Franklin stood by his stall, attempting to explain the versatility of his clothing to a person who only showed mild interest. However, he couldn't help but feel overshadowed by the popularity of the candy being sold nearby. With a sigh, he persisted in his explanation, demonstrating how a slight electric shock could transform the clothes into three different types. He applied a shock, causing the clothes to change shape before his eyes. "For the low, low price of four thousand dollars, you too could wear... Sir, are you paying attention?" Franklin paused as the person he was talking to became distracted, looking toward the commotion near the entrance. As a surge of people came charging in, Franklin's one customer hastily made an escape. He let out another sigh, gazing up at the sky. "Really... All I ask for is one day," he muttered before shifting his focus downward. Observing the chaotic scene, Franklin noticed that the individuals seemed more aggressive than the typical New Yorkers, although they appeared to be ordinary people. The danger was genuine, with people getting hurt, but Franklin's emotional reaction was limited. Rubbing his chin thoughtfully, he pondered, "Hmm... they all seem to have some brown stuff on their face," as the crowd approached closer. Eventually, Franklin sighed again and shrugged, turning his attention to his now trampled display. He calmly reached down and picked up a cylindrical device resembling a scepter with a small blue ball on top-the very item he had been using to administer electric shocks. "That cost me a lot of money... How rude," he mumbled, using the device to taze anyone who attempted to get close. Despite his bored expression, Franklin chose not to engage the approaching individuals, opting instead to hold his ground. He carefully defended himself, mindful of the unfolding situation and determined to understand why this was happening. Franklin's demeanor remained composed and cautious. While he wasn't actively seeking confrontation, he took defensive measures, ensuring his safety while contemplating the cause of the unusual behavior
Matt Murdock	Matt Murdock had heard about the threats to the convention. And he had tried quite hard to talk Karen Page out of going. But she had a friend who loved a candy that was tough to get, and the company was going to be there and likely giving away samples. So it was that the blond was in attendance. While up in a vent above, Daredevil kept a close watch - er, listen - to what was going on. The sound of the rampaging people was caught moments before they burst into the convention hall. Daredevil let out a groan that would be the non-verbal equivalent of 'I told you so'. He kicks the vent cover open and dexterously slides out, dropping to the floor below. "Everyone make for the exits," he calls to the convention goers as he moves towards the onrushing hoard of chocohaulics. Daredevil raises a hand towards them, calling out, "Stop, I don't know what's gotten into you but you're under the influence of something!" He grabs one of his metal batons in a hand, but is hoping some might listen to reason before they reach him!
Nick Drago	Let's be honest. In Mike's busy schedule of recordings, reshoots, performances, practices, and dream travel. He was not paying attention to any NYPD based rumors. And why would he? He's more of a 'help out when in the area or when asked' type. Not a 'seek and destroy crime' type. But even though he was not privy to the rumors. He does live in the area. And- heaven help him of all the times for Wade to ask him to do a favor and go out to pick up lunch. What should he happen upon but a somewhat visible police presence and- Whelp. One can't say that Mike is not a curious sort. Popping in for a peek Mike ends up getting more of an earful of something going on down the hallway leading to the conference hall. Daredevil's warning doesn't quite reach Mike's ears as he ends up gravitating towards the source of the panic. As he catches glimpse of some convention goers holding items that door security should have honestly caught onto, The musician gives a grumble, facepalming as a scar seemingly fades from the forearm. Although the likelihood of someone catching that at this point is probably slim to none. Not seemingly all that more different, the phantasmed Mike wades through the crowd to get to where the largest cluster of troublemakers are.
Saeko	There were many things to like about the mortal world, even if it had changed more dramatically in the last couple centuries of her life than even the Tenko of Inari had expected. One of the best however? Was the food! A kitsune of Inari was meant to be a protector and offer blessings to craftsmen among others and for Saeko? Today these were some of her favorites. Of course, she wasn't walking around in all her foxy glory, instead simple transformation to hide her more 'vixen-y' traits had left her looking like a normal (if not still shockingly beautiful) human being dressed in a simple red sundress. Divine knowledge be damned, she was currently in the midst of gleefully enjoying a sample of some sort of strawberry delight when the noises came as a panic that broke her happy indulgence. How dare? She turned, eyes narrowing at the imputance of someone trying to ruin this little 'work holiday'.
Leland Owlsley	As the surge of crazed candy fans approached the main convention area panic quickly set in as the main body of convention goers began to flee, their screams mixing in with the shrieks and nonsensical babblings of the maniacs quickly approaching from all angles. As they got closer the carnage begain in earnest. Stands were smashed, citizens and responding cops were violently attacked, and it appeared that the maniacs were fighting each other in what quickly turned into a violent free-for-all. As Matt made his stand he was, of course, ignored as the rioters surged towards him. However, a couple of them suddenly dropped to the ground, not to surrender, but to eat at the candy that scattered all over the ground when the attack began. They were quickly joined by a whole group of the maniacs, crushing, clawing, and piling on top of each other in a attempt to get at the chocolate below them. However, before Matt could ponder this, a older business man weilding an ax and a fat tourist wearing a Hawaiian shirt and clutching a lead pipe charged at him in a feral frenzy. Meanwhile, Franklin would notice similar behavior at his end of the convention hall, the rioters going after the candy that seemingly fell from the sky, and how agressive they were towards people that tried to get in their way. As the tazed men and women fell to the ground they would convulse in pain and shriek in agony, like animals caught in traps. Whatever was in the candy they were was affecting their brains in some way as even Mike would realize as he converged on the biggest gathering of the rioters, who were crushing and clawing each other in attempts to get handfuls of the tainted sweets. As Saeko turned towards the carnage before her she would notice a disterbing sight. A lone janitor clad in a blue boilersuit came stumbling out of the mantience room, his face contorted in agony as dribbles of melted chocolate dribbled from his mouth and onto his clothes. He let out one more scream of agony before turning towards Saeko with an agressive snarl and charging her, his bloodshot eyes and chocolate stained mouth and clothes making him look like something out of a horror movie. As the carnage continued a cartoony version of a military candace began to blare over all the speakers as all the TV's and screens suddenly tuned onto the opening of a very familiar kid's program, "Colonel Gumm's Fort."
Matt Murdock	Daredevil lets out another groan. "What is this, Gotham?" he says aloud as the the crowd of manic people surge forward. The first few that comes near, Daredevil grabs and throws back into the throng, using the first wave to knock others down and give the convention goers more time to escape. Across the way he sees Karen Page swing her purse and whack a guy in the head, then turn to run. Before he can move towards her though, the two armed maniacs rush at him. Daredevil flips backwards, the axe swinging so close that he can feel the air of its passage. There's a loud metallic clang as he blocks the pipe with one of his batons, then kicks the lead pipe wielder in the stomach. The man with the axe takes advantage of Daredevil being occupied though, swinging it and the hero dodging back in the nick of time, though not quick enough to avoid taking a slash to his arm!
Franklin Richards	As the people continued to attack, Franklin let out a sigh and calmly sat down, crossing his legs at his spot. A simple plan crossed his mind, and with his eyes closed, he focused his powers. He lifted a hand, and a single piece of candy flew from the table towards him stopping before him though Franklin dared not even touch it as he worried this might be what started it. A light blue shimmer surrounded him, rendering it invisible as if he were just sitting there. The attacking individuals slammed into the forcefield surrounding him, causing it to flicker at times. As more people piled around him, a mound formed, making him increasingly difficult to see. Buried within his protective shell, Franklin remained focused on using his powers to handle the situation rather than engaging in direct combat. He recognized the importance of changing the dynamics of the conflict. Drawing upon his understanding of thermodynamics, Franklin subtly manipulated the heat distribution within the room. The temperature began to rise as he altered the rules, causing the heat to gather rather than disperse as it should. Inside his protective dome, Franklin lifted a hand, emitting blue energy that subtly altered the reality of the room. The space wobbled momentarily as the temperature continued to increase rapidly. Franklin knew that chocolate typically melts at temperatures ranging from 85 to 90 degrees. By raising the room's temperature, any remaining candy would inevitably melt. Additionally, if the attackers were affected by the heightened heat, it might help them sweat out any potential toxins, although Franklin was mindful of making it uncomfortably hot for those outside the dome. He planned to stop the temperature at around the mid-nineties, providing enough discomfort without causing harm. For now, Franklin remained silent, buried within the mound of attackers and unable to see anyone other than the crazed individuals attempting to breach his forcefield. Though he could hear and sense their presence, he kept his contribution somewhat hidden, not wanting to interfere with the efforts of the heroes. While inside his bubble Franklin would just look at the candy analysing it with several different special visions so he could see the molecular make up, and perhaps find out what exactly is going on.
Nick Drago	Oh for ch- Undeterred from the crushing crowd, Mike shoves his way forward, vanishing from view as he gets swallowed by the mass of humanity. Well. That happened. Let us have a moment to remember the poor rockstar known as- A panicky woman suddenly emerges from the crowd, seemingly passing through other people as a shadowy hand covers her eyes while the other is quickly steering her out of the crowd. Once free of the dog pile she is released. "GO." The shadowy figure growls before shifting back to dive back into the crowd.
Saeko	Well. This was unexpected....but entirely still unwelcome. As the first maniac charges her way Saeko isn't quite pulling a reveal just yet, but she wasn't going to be letting herself be tackled to the ground either. flick of her fingertips and scattered candy seemed to roll and spread -just- right to trip and stumble the raving chocolate rage zombie, intent on sending him crashing to the floor where she could deliver a swift kick to the face. There was an upside to such madness around them, it was the perfect place for a little kitsune magic to go completely unnoticed as foes headed for her seemed to trip or stands seemed to topple onto them. Finishing her mouthful Saeko stretches, frowning a little as the place seemed to be heating up. Unlike most? The theme was probably unknown to the Tenko who had spent the last few decades on another plane of existance till recent years.
Leland Owlsley	As the building heated up the chocolate so craved by the maniacs began to melt and the maniacs began swetting, but they still went after the chocolate, some even licking the melted remains off the floor as they did. As the heat continued some of the maniacs began to fall onto the ground, unconcious. It would appear that whatever was causing this insanity was starting to leave their bodies. But, it seem to come slowly. As the pipe maniac slumped to the floor unconcious the axe one snarled at Matt and swung again. To make matters worse, the man Karen hit snarled in fury and began to chase her, followed closely by a middle aged balding executive and an elderly man clad in plaid and blue jeans. As Franklin analyzed the candy he would find a frightening sight. There was something in the candy, something really bad. It appeared to be a combination of Jonathan Crane's fear toxin and some sort of mew chem, a very addictive chem that appeared to cause heightened agression, whoever did this wanted carnage, and he got it. As Saeko and Mike continued their efforts the TV Screens suddenly cut to a cartoony looking military base, and a goofy-looking figure appeared on the screen. He was a tall, stocky individual dressed in a pink military commander outfit, complete with fake medals. His brown, curly hair was receding, leaving him half bald, but his handlebar moustache more than made up for that. The man chuckled darkly and said in a gruff, gravley voice, "Good evening my little recruits! My name is Colonel Montgomery Gumm, and I am glad to see you all enjoying my latest sweet treat. It really does this military man proud!" Colonel Monygomery Gumm was the alias of Waylon Gump, a food scientist. This was all beginning to make sense.
Matt Murdock	Daredevil gives ground to the man with the axe as the sharp weapon is swung with a level of strength the man likely never achieved under normal circumstances. Baiting him, the Hell's Kitchen vigilante steps forward, knocking the axe up wards. When the man then swings it back down at him, Daredevil dodges aside, the axe burying itself in the hardwood floor. Before he can free it, Daredevil delivers the tip of a baton to his midsection to take the man's breath from him, then a hit to the side of the head to fell him, hopefully without hurting him to seriously. Turning, the vigilante sees Karen being pursued. He stomps on the axe handle just below the head, breaking it and then grabbing it and throwing it between the legs of one of her pursuers. The red-costumed man darts forward, vaulting a table like a free runner, and grabbing a chair and hurling it at Karen's remaining attacker. As the man stumbles, Daredevil closes in and knocks him out. "Maybe you should stick to legal matters, Miss Page," he tells her as Karen gasps and moves to hug him. Matt lets her hug him for just a moment before stepping free. "Get out of here, it looks like they might be winding down, but best not to take any chances," he tells her. Karen nods and heads for the door again as the hero covers her.
Nick Drago	No. Just no. There might be more details. But does anything these guy do truly make sense? Being that Mike is a bit more focused on getting the non affected out of the way of the affected, he does not stop to look over to the screens. Another person is soon shuffled out of the dog pile. "Follow her out of here!" The shadow barks once more. A glance is given to the man in red. "...Have you ever seen anything like this before?"
Franklin Richards	Using his telekinesis, Franklin gently manipulated the candy floating in front of him, examining it with interest. As he analyzed the different components, he recognized the combinations and their potential effects. While unfamiliar with Fear toxin due to not being a Gothamite, his knowledge of chemicals and molecular science allowed him to deduce its likely purpose. However, creating a counter-toxin would be a challenging task, requiring extensive resources like a large computer in a cave full of bats. Franklin chuckled at the thought, acknowledging the difficulty. Looking up, Franklin noticed that the beating on his forcefield had slowed down. Some attackers were passing out, while others shifted their attention to other matters. The heat emanating from the mound of unconscious bodies was even more intense than the surrounding temperature. Gradually, the bubble in which Franklin was floating started to ascend, gently tossing off the unconscious individuals. Only one person remained, balanced precariously on top, as the bubble slowly ascended toward the ceiling. From this vantage point, Franklin observed Daredevil valiantly fighting to save others, eliciting a small smile of appreciation. Seeing the hero in action reassured Franklin that he didn't need to take direct action at the moment. However, Franklin decided to lend a helping hand by subduing the remaining attackers who were trying to lick the chocolate off the floor like it was some bizarre Hasselhoff video. He smirked and pointed the scepter toward the pools of melted candy. A small bolt of electricity arced out, knocking out the person on top of the shield as it fell past Franklin, causing him to drop the shield. Now that the candy had turned into puddles, it became a conductive liquid that could effectively incapacitate multiple attackers at once. Taking a moment to look around, Franklin nodded appreciatively at Daredevil, silently conveying his gratitude for the hero's efforts. He then noticed Saeko and gave her a friendly wave, putting a finger to his lips, indicating their prior encounter should remain confidential. Franklin preferred to avoid unnecessary complications and messes, especially if their conversation were to become public knowledge.
Saeko	The licking of the chocolate is likely...below them. Gross even. Enough Saeko actually gives a little noise of disgust. She might look like a civillian, yet any who ran towards her comes to find themselves tumbling, crashing or otherwise tripping, but as the heat rose and the chaos continued Saeko's form seemed to shimmer. Her clothing shifted, than sundress beccoming the slightly immodest figure-flattering yukata while her tails fanned out behind her, complimented by the 'whisker' marks on her cheeks and the furred points of the ears atop her head. "A general who drives followers mad?" she muses aloud while her steps drew her nearer to the battles of the phantom, the devil and the Franklin, a little flick of her hand bringing a rippling flick of air sending some of the crazed people scattering like bowling pins.
Leland Owlsley	As the last of the manaics either pass out, are koed, or are otherwise taken out, Colonel Gumm continues his spiel," As you know Boys and Girls, my lovely show and my once illustrious career was ended by the ungrateful sad-sacks at Battalion Candy. They called me old and dated and that my format was too old fashioned. They cited complaints from those blasted mother's group calling the cartoon's I aired violent. Well, as I stood alone in the cold I thought to myself, ""If they thought old cartoons were violent, i'd give them real violence." Gumm cackled evilly as he continued, "My newest treat was slipped into the Samples tonight and it worked like a dream!"
Matt Murdock	Matt Murdock moves over to join the others who took part in fighting off the crazed convention goers. He turns his head towards the TV as if watching it, though in truth he's listening. Listening for any background sounds that might help give a clue as to his location. He turns back to the others then. "Whoever made the chocolate all melt, nice job. There were so many people it was going to be tough to stop them without a lot of innocent people getting hurt," he says.
Nick Drago	With there no longer being people to pull out from being trampled and the agressors now taking naps, the shadowy figure has a moment to finally look at the screen and to listen in to the explanation to the why. The phantasm sighs, "That guy really needs therapy." Another thought comes to mind. "...I wonder if anyone's recording this."
Franklin Richards	Franklin listened attentively to the others, including Matt, and floated back down to stand on the floor. Letting out a sigh, he started walking forward slowly, addressing the individual who had wrecked his project. His tone was serious and flat as he spoke maybe just to himself. "Look, normally I don't interact with criminals, as it really isn't my thing," Franklin began, glancing at the others. "But you had to come here, and you had to ruin my project. So here's what I'm going to do." Franklin turned and started to leave.. Maintaining his serious tone, he looked at the screen, "You will never see the Earth again." He quietly pulled out an old-looking pocket watch, giving the man a knowing smile to the screen. "Tick tock..." as he started heading out hands in pockets as he tosses the septer he was using in the trash before he leaves Franklin had grown tired of playing games with this individual. When it came to meting out punishment, he had a more old-fashioned approach. He pondered the myriad of alien planets and realms he could potentially send the man to. He had plenty of time as it would take some to find him, abd it would not end well, as there were very few people on Earth who could prevent Franklin from snapping his fingers and banishing the man to wherever he desired.
Saeko	Power was one thing, potent or otherwise, what made it most useful? Creativity. A kitsune wielded magic as easily as breathing, but a Tenko's power is more that just sheer amounts, it's experience that makes them more powerful. Even so, Saeko was not an overtly offensive being, she was an 'Emissary' after all, not a warrior by nature. Taking the cackling comment in, there's a little twitch from the fox as she actually smirks, drawing her finger over her lips only to consider. There was a flare of blue, a flicker of magics before things started to twist and realign. He'd just admitted to the sweets being the source, that was easy enough. Sugar to salt, syrup to water...a little realigning for the universe that was probably going to make a lot of people violently ill...but it was also going to be a heck of a detox.