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Tango walked, a little stiffly, out of his frozen dungeon onto the front landing. Waiting for him there was a gold-colored, circular sigil, painted on the ground. If Tango didn't know better, he would think someone had been trying to summon a demon on his front porch.
In reality, though, it was the demon himself who had made this circle of magic - and at Tango's request, too. Tango grinned. "Here we go," he murmured. "Right here, just like Impulse said."
Tango had been struggling a little with the climate of his chosen base recently; his redstone mind was processing much faster than his mechanical body could move in the often freezing temperatures. On top of that, his circuits and joints got warm enough to sometimes melt the ice he was trying to work with.
Plus, Tango was the dungeon master here, and simply wanted a badass new look to make him match the build a little better.
Hence, asking Impulse about a frosty demon spell that he had mentioned before, but apparently never used. And Impulse had delivered, telling Tango how to use the circle magic, and even giving him a specific phrase to say, without which the spell wouldn't activate. To prevent anyone from happening by while both Impulse and Tango were busy, of course.
Tango squared his shoulders and moved his head side to side, wincing a little at the creaking sound his neck made. This would either be really awesome or maybe kill him - if it killed him, though, he could always get Impulse back for it later.
He stepped into the center of the golden sigil and double-checked the communicator panel in his arm for the starter phrase Impulse had sent him. "Faciem me- meam, olet malus?"
Somewhere, Tango could have sworn he heard Impulse snicker. But any suspicion was quickly pushed away by the activation of the spell around him.
The lines of the sigil started glowing; quickly, the glow faded from yellow to purple as stormy clouds roiled up out of them. The light from the circle turned into purple lightning crackling in the clouds, making Tango a little nervous.
An arc of energy struck Tango in the leg. He flinched, but instead of activating pain receptors or any other circuits it shouldn't, it just dispersed, as if it were always meant to be there. The spot where it struck felt... colder.
Tango laughed a little and held out his arms, letting the magic strike again, again, again! The heat from his redstone lessened, lessened, vanished, and yet his movement wasn't hindered by the cold at all.
The clouds and lightning coalesced into a final, explosive burst. A glamour swept across him, turning his hair to ice and his clothes into an intricate, hooded cloak.
Tango turned, looking himself over with a pleased air. His body still creaked with every motion, but this wasn't the stiff grinding of frozen metal - it was the crackling of ice, sliding against itself throughout his body to smooth his movements as if he weren't cold at all.
He wiggled his fingers, chuckling at the sound. Gradually, the chuckle turned into a much more maniacal cackle. Tango's blue eyes glowed with excitement under the dark hood of his cloak. Oh, yes, this would do nicely, wouldn't it?
He turned dramatically on his heel, the cloak sweeping around him, and easily pushed open the doors to Decked Out. The Dungeon Master was home at last.