<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Interference</span></span><br/><br/><br/>"Coming?"<br/><br/>The Dayman's royal brow would have ruffled in confusion, but lines upon a royal face are one of the top five offenses to the kingdom, however he managed to convey the emotion anyway.<br/><br/>"He's coming? How dare he come! And before me! Royalty. The Incredibly Handsome and Much Much Better Than You Prince Ali-Hammurabi-dappapa-pastathopoulos-giannis-maleza-demetreus-qui-gon-jinn-julius of The Secluded and Tropical Nation of Koosalagoopagoopakuzbekistanahamas, the 4th, Esquire, Jr. always comes first! Besides, how do I know I can trust you?"<br/><br/>He stared at Sailor Solar, eyes filled with purpose, and somehow felt comforted. Solar's hands were still gripping his codpiece...a feat that no one, save his dearest wife Diane, were allowed to do. However, it didn't feel strange. Alien. His heart welled with comfort. The touch seemed oddly familiar.<br/><br/>He reached down and took Sailor Solar's hands, and brought them up to his proud face. His eyes fell upon the crests of his knuckles, the spirals entrenched into his fingertips, the tender lineless palms of a prince. The Dayman careful loosened his grip and slid his fingers up Solar's arm, to his broad shoulders, and pulled back the collar of his sailor outfit.<br/><br/>"That birthmark. It's...the codpiece shaped birthmark that was given to me by my father. The royal branding process cannot be faked. Not by anyone. It is a secret that has been passed down through the royal centuries."<br/><br/>The Dayman found his own reflection radiating from the vast ocean that was Solar's irises, and he knew.<br/><br/>"You really are..me? Aren't you? So.."<br/><br/>His eyes squinted inquisitively as his fingers fell upon Solar's weathered cheek.<br/><br/>"I really can...trust you. Who is this man and what am I supposed to stop him from...wa...no..."<br/><br/>The Dayman's gaze fell upon his futureganger's royal lineage. It was bare. Cold. Unprotected. He reached out in hopes to give Solar the same sensation of contentment that he was receiving at the still grasping hands of his royal double, but The Dayman's royal grip was betrayed, for there was nothing there. He was soon filled with a sudden emptiness, that didn't radiate from his stomach, nor his soul, but rather from his own codpiece...which mourned its lost brethren.<br/><br/>Royal tears began to trickle down his face as his hopeful advances searched for a codpiece to fill the void of his paramount loneliness. His hands found nothing but the hems of a tattered skirt, a stomach too far past its prime to be redeemed, and a area of royal depression that seemed to radiate outward from reckless abandon of an uncovered royal pair.<br/><br/>"Your codpiece...w...what happened?"<br/><br/>The Dayman sunk in closer, his gaze close enough for Solar to feel his concern. His body melted against the ambiguously royal form in front of him.<br/><br/>"Without the codpiece, you have begun to regress through the social classes. The areas closest to where your royal pride used to protect your lineage seems to be affected the most.<br/><br/>He embraced Solar, royal, perfected arms wrapped around the unworthy form before him, with little regard for the growing socio-economic distance between them. Arms full of purpose, a purpose higher than their social status...a purpose for a quest of something lost, and yet something newly found. A quest to set things right again. A quest of royal love.<br/><br/>The Dayman ruffled the back of Solar's mangy hair and let it fill the spaces between his dazzling fingers, and revealed an ear for his tender words to fall upon.<br/><br/>"What must I do, to retrieve your perfection? How do I begin to right the wrongs I have yet to betray myself with?"<br/><br/>He fell upon the shoulders of the self he wished to leave buried in time, and wept.<br/><br/>"Tell me what to do....Solar-chan."<br/><br/>His tear stained face now hovered immediately before his future self, lips pursed with intent.<br/><br/>"What do I do, so that senpai can finally see how perfect you are."<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Stratus, more somber than usual, his boisterous and self righteous form seemed to be quieted by the presentation before him. He wandered over to the two princes, and placed a hand on either shoulder. With a heavy...heavy sigh he lowered his head, and then pushed away suddenly and vibrantly. He placed his hands around his mouth and yelled.<br/><br/>"Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!!!!!!!"<br/><br/><span style="text-decoration: underline"><span style="font-weight: bold">Villains</span></span><br/><br/>The Channel Twelve Live Action Literally Right Now Usurped Newscopter Race Report found itself hovering above the checkpoint. The reporter had broken into tears.<br/><br/>" *sniff* I am literally...breaking character right now. I apologize folks." He wiped his eyes and cleared his throat. "But I feel as if we have all just shared a life altering moment together. Truly, this is  literally inspiration at its finest. "<br/><br/>The Nightman scoffed and placed his head in his palms and addressed Siri with a defeated sigh.<br/><br/>"Despite this....scene...The Dayman is quite important to our plans. When the race closes, we are to take the codpiece from The Dayman and allow me to control my robot clone army in order to begin to take over all the lands east of here, extending all the way to the Project Midnight hideout. Perhaps Pullio's first task could be to retrieve it for me during the ambush. "