A Miniscule Amount of Tomfoolery (CONQUEST)

"Jubial jumping jollywacks it's cold-!" It was then that Flamel tumbled to the icy stone of Kuriza City rather unceremoniously, face-first. Teleporting across the galaxy instantaneously was still a feat that Flamel was getting used to. Kowlin, bless his wicked heart, could do it at will as a Shinjin, but Flamel's own ability to do so was rather lacking. Turns out replicating godly abilities was harder than he had first anticipated! "Well we're here now I suppose. Time to get to work, yes?" Sighging dramatically the Terran righted himself, looking around at the grandiose architecture and bewildered faces of a few passerby Arcosians. The civilians and housing were not what they came here for - Flamel had a desire for targeted chaos rather than indiscriminate slaughter. This opportunity was all thanks to that silly little King marching an army on the Tuffle Capital.

It was hard to NOT notice the constant military presence of Arcosians hanging around the planet, and while Flamel had not met him directly, the alchemist had a STRONG guess that he'd get himself involved. Or maybe that absurdly strong power was a different Arcosian and the Emperor was here. That'd be very very unpleasant, but nobody got anywhere in life by playing it safe! "Let's see... I say the first bout of destruction should go to that place there!" The building was corporate-looking, emblazoned with the official governmental symbol upon it with many armored Arcosians filtering in and out of it. With a single outstretched hand, Flamel unleashed an orange shattering PULSE of energy, blowing out the building's windows and causing the strange stone to creak dangerously.

"If you fancy your lives, I recommend evacuating that... whatever it is and leaving my partner and I to our mission!"