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guitarosecutorAct I.
To the sound of a mournful metal guitar solo, the young lady magician walked up to the gates of the Castle of Chords, her cape clutched tightly around her to ward off the bitter cold wind that blew across the land.
On seeing her approach, the great statue that stood before the gate shuddered to life. Snow spilled off it in clouds and waves as it shifted its posture, its eyes blazing a sickly yellow as its neckless head ground against its shoulders to turn and face her. "None may enter the Castle of Chords," it intoned in a voice like granite dragging over gravel. "None may see the Tyrant of Song."
Trucy threw back her cape and squared her shoulders, facing the statue with her hands on her hips. "Get out of my way, Guardian Golem! I will free Princess Minerva Melodia and see the Tyrant of Song vanquished -- whether you stand in my way or not!"
The golem shifted back slightly, then slammed its two stone fists together. A howling of distorted guitar strings signaled the beginning of 'Heartbreak Behind Bars', and drums and bass erupted as the statue took a step forward. A fist descended at Trucy as the music reached a crescendo, but the girl dodged nimbly back. "So be it, Guardian!" When its next punch descended, Trucy spun out of the way, flinging her cape out towards the golem in the same motion.
The cape doubled and doubled again in size as it spun through the air, till it fell on the golem and draped over it like a great shroud. Trucy grabbed the nearest edge of it. "Sorry, Mr. Golem, but I did warn you," she said, as she gave it a shake -- and as the ripple passed through the cape, it collapsed to the ground in a massive puddle, showing no sign of the statue it had covered. In one smooth motion, Trucy twirled the cape back onto her shoulders, as a rabbit scrambled off from beneath it.
With a satisfied nod, the magician stepped through the gate, the faint hum of a final chord of music fading into the distance.
Act II.
Down the stairs crept Trucy, every one in a while raising her voice to call out, "Princess? Princess Melodia?"
Sobs met her call, and Trucy abandoned all subtlety, hurrying down the steps to reach the dungeon below. Ignoring the torture implements scattered around the room, she quickly crossed over to the cell where the princess sat, her white dress tattered and bedraggled but and her brilliant red hair strewn every which way. "Princess!" she said, clutching at the bars. "I'm here to rescue you!"
The princess looked up, then scrambled to her feet to face Trucy. "You! You must be the magician the Tyrant of Metal talks about -- the one here to challenge his reign! Please, let me out -- if you can. The door is locked and I fear he threw away the key!"
"Fortunately, I run a lost and found." With a flourish, Trucy produced her massive panties from within her cloak. "A wave of my hand, and your freedom is here!" she said, as a key spilled out of the waistband into her palm. One quick motion and the door opened, with the Princess all but falling out of the cell to catch the magician in a hug.
"Oh thank you! But I must warn you. The Tyrant is certain he has you trapped here and will finish you off -- but there's a secret passage to his very quarters, hidden through that box!" The Princess pointed a finger emphatically at a person-sized box against the dungeon wall, the door of which gaped open invitingly.
"Perfect!" Trucy exclaimed, hurrying over to the open box. Behind her, the Princess smiled wickedly and crept after her, her hands outstretched. Trucy never noticed as the Princess grew closer, her attention all focused on the alleged secret passage. "I don't see--"
The heavy thump of drums signaled the beginning of 'Unfaithfully Sequestered' as the Princess gave Trucy a mighty shove. With a yelp of surprise, she flew into the box, and the Princess slammed the door shut. "Fool!" she cackled, pulling a wicked-looking torture blade off the wall rack nearby. "Who do you think let the Tyrant in to begin with? When we are wed, Melodia will know peace and prosperity under our iron fist! And that means no meddlers can disrupt my plan!" With a shriek and a wail of a guitar, she thrust the blade through a gap in the box, then seized another and yet another and drove each into convenient holes. By the time she finished, the box was a pincushion of weapons and jagged implements of pain, and the panting Princess regarded it with fiendish satisfaction.
"Peace and prosperity never came from a rule of cruelty," Trucy said somberly as she stepped out of an iron maiden on the other side of the dungeon, her hat and cloak missing but appearing otherwise none the worse for wear. "Your people depended on you, Princess. How could you do this?"
The Princess almost tripped as she stumbled backwards in surprise. "But you -- but how -- but WHO!?" To answer this last question, she flung the door of the box open, desperate to see who in fact she had impaled. The moment she did, the caped and behatted figure of Mr. Hat lunged out, wrapping the Princess in his wooden arms and bearing her to the ground. Struggle though she might, Princess Melodia couldn't escape his iron grasp.
Trucy walked over to her, shaking her head. "It's a shame, Princess," she said, as she reclaimed her hat and tipped it back onto her head, then drew her cape back on once more. "But it looks like I'll be overthrowing you, too."
Leaving the Princess to her fate, the magician girl drew one of the weapons out of the box, then turned to walk back up the stairs.
Act III.
In the throne room of the Castle of Chords, the Tyrant of Song stood before his throne, his fingers on the strings of his guitar as he coaxed the familiar sound of 'Guilty Love' out of the instrument. Across the room, the doors banged open and Trucy stormed in, raising her blade to point it at the Tyrant. "Your villainy ends here, evildoer."
The Tyrant seemed to pay her no mind at first, passing through the bridge of the song before he lifted his head to regard her from beneath his bangs. "The little magician girl, ja? Thinking you can come in here and take me down?"
"Surrender now and no harm will come to you." Trucy advanced on the despot -- only for him to meet her halfway, leaning over her with a warm smile.
"You bested my bride-to-be," he said, still slowly advancing on her as Trucy took a step beck for every one he took forward. "Perhaps instead you'd rather take her place? A lovely magician would make a lovely queen..."
"I," Trucy stammered, turning rapidly red. Her back hit the glass of the large stained-glass window that let light into the throne room and she could retreat no more, as the Tyrant leaned in. "I couldn't--"
"You'd have all the resources of the kingdom to master your magic with. And you could help me make it a better place. And there might be other benefits..." The Tyrant leaned closer, as Trucy squeezed her eyes shut. For a horrible moment it looked like she might give in...
But she planted her hands on his shoulders, and tried to shove him away with all of her strength. "No! No, Tyrant! I'll bring peace and order back to this land, and that means you have to go!"
"Too bad," the Tyrant said, and shoved her through the window.
As glass rained down and shattered in cacophonous glory, the Tyrant turned away from the window, a smirk on his lips as the cold wind tugged at his coat and long hair. Behind him, Trucy slowly rose into view with nothing supporting her, her cloak billowing as well and the sword clutched in her hand. "Nice try!" she taunted, as she dropped back into the throne room.
"How?" the Tyrant cried, spinning to raise his guitar -- but her sword pierced through it, and she cast it aside with a quick motion that sent the broken instrument spinning away. Trucy turned in place with a swirl of her cloak, a spray of playing cards erupting from beneath it to flicker around the Tyrant and throw off his perception... and then she lunged, her weapon piercing his body clean through the heart.
The Tyrant faced her in horror, slowly slumping to the ground. "The music... will never die, you know," he gasped, as he at last toppled forward.
"Neither will the magic, Tyrant," Trucy said, bowing her head as she let the sword fall from her hand.
At that, the curtain descended.
To the sound of a mournful metal guitar solo, the young lady magician walked up to the gates of the Castle of Chords, her cape clutched tightly around her to ward off the bitter cold wind that blew across the land.
On seeing her approach, the great statue that stood before the gate shuddered to life. Snow spilled off it in clouds and waves as it shifted its posture, its eyes blazing a sickly yellow as its neckless head ground against its shoulders to turn and face her. "None may enter the Castle of Chords," it intoned in a voice like granite dragging over gravel. "None may see the Tyrant of Song."
Trucy threw back her cape and squared her shoulders, facing the statue with her hands on her hips. "Get out of my way, Guardian Golem! I will free Princess Minerva Melodia and see the Tyrant of Song vanquished -- whether you stand in my way or not!"
The golem shifted back slightly, then slammed its two stone fists together. A howling of distorted guitar strings signaled the beginning of 'Heartbreak Behind Bars', and drums and bass erupted as the statue took a step forward. A fist descended at Trucy as the music reached a crescendo, but the girl dodged nimbly back. "So be it, Guardian!" When its next punch descended, Trucy spun out of the way, flinging her cape out towards the golem in the same motion.
The cape doubled and doubled again in size as it spun through the air, till it fell on the golem and draped over it like a great shroud. Trucy grabbed the nearest edge of it. "Sorry, Mr. Golem, but I did warn you," she said, as she gave it a shake -- and as the ripple passed through the cape, it collapsed to the ground in a massive puddle, showing no sign of the statue it had covered. In one smooth motion, Trucy twirled the cape back onto her shoulders, as a rabbit scrambled off from beneath it.
With a satisfied nod, the magician stepped through the gate, the faint hum of a final chord of music fading into the distance.
Act II.
Down the stairs crept Trucy, every one in a while raising her voice to call out, "Princess? Princess Melodia?"
Sobs met her call, and Trucy abandoned all subtlety, hurrying down the steps to reach the dungeon below. Ignoring the torture implements scattered around the room, she quickly crossed over to the cell where the princess sat, her white dress tattered and bedraggled but and her brilliant red hair strewn every which way. "Princess!" she said, clutching at the bars. "I'm here to rescue you!"
The princess looked up, then scrambled to her feet to face Trucy. "You! You must be the magician the Tyrant of Metal talks about -- the one here to challenge his reign! Please, let me out -- if you can. The door is locked and I fear he threw away the key!"
"Fortunately, I run a lost and found." With a flourish, Trucy produced her massive panties from within her cloak. "A wave of my hand, and your freedom is here!" she said, as a key spilled out of the waistband into her palm. One quick motion and the door opened, with the Princess all but falling out of the cell to catch the magician in a hug.
"Oh thank you! But I must warn you. The Tyrant is certain he has you trapped here and will finish you off -- but there's a secret passage to his very quarters, hidden through that box!" The Princess pointed a finger emphatically at a person-sized box against the dungeon wall, the door of which gaped open invitingly.
"Perfect!" Trucy exclaimed, hurrying over to the open box. Behind her, the Princess smiled wickedly and crept after her, her hands outstretched. Trucy never noticed as the Princess grew closer, her attention all focused on the alleged secret passage. "I don't see--"
The heavy thump of drums signaled the beginning of 'Unfaithfully Sequestered' as the Princess gave Trucy a mighty shove. With a yelp of surprise, she flew into the box, and the Princess slammed the door shut. "Fool!" she cackled, pulling a wicked-looking torture blade off the wall rack nearby. "Who do you think let the Tyrant in to begin with? When we are wed, Melodia will know peace and prosperity under our iron fist! And that means no meddlers can disrupt my plan!" With a shriek and a wail of a guitar, she thrust the blade through a gap in the box, then seized another and yet another and drove each into convenient holes. By the time she finished, the box was a pincushion of weapons and jagged implements of pain, and the panting Princess regarded it with fiendish satisfaction.
"Peace and prosperity never came from a rule of cruelty," Trucy said somberly as she stepped out of an iron maiden on the other side of the dungeon, her hat and cloak missing but appearing otherwise none the worse for wear. "Your people depended on you, Princess. How could you do this?"
The Princess almost tripped as she stumbled backwards in surprise. "But you -- but how -- but WHO!?" To answer this last question, she flung the door of the box open, desperate to see who in fact she had impaled. The moment she did, the caped and behatted figure of Mr. Hat lunged out, wrapping the Princess in his wooden arms and bearing her to the ground. Struggle though she might, Princess Melodia couldn't escape his iron grasp.
Trucy walked over to her, shaking her head. "It's a shame, Princess," she said, as she reclaimed her hat and tipped it back onto her head, then drew her cape back on once more. "But it looks like I'll be overthrowing you, too."
Leaving the Princess to her fate, the magician girl drew one of the weapons out of the box, then turned to walk back up the stairs.
Act III.
In the throne room of the Castle of Chords, the Tyrant of Song stood before his throne, his fingers on the strings of his guitar as he coaxed the familiar sound of 'Guilty Love' out of the instrument. Across the room, the doors banged open and Trucy stormed in, raising her blade to point it at the Tyrant. "Your villainy ends here, evildoer."
The Tyrant seemed to pay her no mind at first, passing through the bridge of the song before he lifted his head to regard her from beneath his bangs. "The little magician girl, ja? Thinking you can come in here and take me down?"
"Surrender now and no harm will come to you." Trucy advanced on the despot -- only for him to meet her halfway, leaning over her with a warm smile.
"You bested my bride-to-be," he said, still slowly advancing on her as Trucy took a step beck for every one he took forward. "Perhaps instead you'd rather take her place? A lovely magician would make a lovely queen..."
"I," Trucy stammered, turning rapidly red. Her back hit the glass of the large stained-glass window that let light into the throne room and she could retreat no more, as the Tyrant leaned in. "I couldn't--"
"You'd have all the resources of the kingdom to master your magic with. And you could help me make it a better place. And there might be other benefits..." The Tyrant leaned closer, as Trucy squeezed her eyes shut. For a horrible moment it looked like she might give in...
But she planted her hands on his shoulders, and tried to shove him away with all of her strength. "No! No, Tyrant! I'll bring peace and order back to this land, and that means you have to go!"
"Too bad," the Tyrant said, and shoved her through the window.
As glass rained down and shattered in cacophonous glory, the Tyrant turned away from the window, a smirk on his lips as the cold wind tugged at his coat and long hair. Behind him, Trucy slowly rose into view with nothing supporting her, her cloak billowing as well and the sword clutched in her hand. "Nice try!" she taunted, as she dropped back into the throne room.
"How?" the Tyrant cried, spinning to raise his guitar -- but her sword pierced through it, and she cast it aside with a quick motion that sent the broken instrument spinning away. Trucy turned in place with a swirl of her cloak, a spray of playing cards erupting from beneath it to flicker around the Tyrant and throw off his perception... and then she lunged, her weapon piercing his body clean through the heart.
The Tyrant faced her in horror, slowly slumping to the ground. "The music... will never die, you know," he gasped, as he at last toppled forward.
"Neither will the magic, Tyrant," Trucy said, bowing her head as she let the sword fall from her hand.
At that, the curtain descended.
