Scene #5421: Transeliwhat?

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Rhapsody	When someone says to the universe that they're bored, rather often the universe works to make sure they won't be bored for much longer. Earlier in the week, the Izzet Guildmaster had uttered these words. The universe heard this, worked a little magic, and a week later, the alarm has gone out that something has gotten out of the Izzet Vaults and made it's way to a guildless sector in Upper Ravnica. When the report is brought to the head of the Explorers Division, Rhapsody pales a little, "Ah, blast it, that's not good.." Coat on, swords on, and out the door she goes, but not before hitting the button to send a call out to anyone that was interested in being a part of the Explorers Division. The message is simple: 'Calling all Explorers: Trouble in Upper Ravnica, Guildless Sector North-North-West. Arrive when capable!' Then a less automated message from Rhapsody, "Ah, Details? Right. A Mizzium Transeli.. Reliki.. ... A transforming Izzet Artifact is loose and needs to be taken care of. Intact if possible!" At the location, nothing seems out of the ordinary. Only that a strange, silvery, artifact is skittering around from time to time, as if it's trying to get somewhere but isn't sure where that where is. Just that it wants to be there. Without being seen. http://gatherer.wizards.com/Pages/Card/Details.aspx?multiverseid=107096
Iria	Trouble follows Iria like a last name... if she had a last name that is. Etiher way, she's always on the lookout for trouble and opportunities to battle those who are considered evil. So when Rhapsody sends out her distress signal, Iria is quick to make her way to the area. She arrives wearing her cape and with her weapons at the ready. A stern scowl also indicates she's not to be taken lightly right now. "What's going on?" She asks.
Corona Arclite	As luck may or may not have it, Corona was on her way into Ravnica already. Something about something she wanted to show the Guildmaster or Thianel, but like your typical semi-mad engineer wasn't going to spell specific details. Whatever it was, she had been driving into the city in her steam-engine work truck when the distress call comes up, if that has anything to do with it or not. "Welp, sounds like she wouldn't be 'round the towers anyhoo. Hang on." Hopalong barely gets out a clank of annoyance before Corona pulls hard on the wheel. You ever see a half-track drift a corner? Welp now several Ravnicans have as Corona pulls a quick unexpected turn to get on a path leading to the indicated sector. Stuff rattles around in the back of the truck when it turns sharp and starts going faster than it's usually driven, but there's a tarp over whatever Corona has got back there making noise.
Bahamut	Bahamut has been unable to visit Ravnica for a while now. So, a call for assistance from the guildmaster is a welcome change. The metal dragon appears through the nearest warpgate and quickly wings his way toward the aforementioned section of the guildless sector. He lands with a bit of a shaking of the ground near the guildmaster (if possible). He rumbles as he rises to his full height and crosses his arms over his chest while his wings fold against his back. "So, what is the danger of this machina? It seems a small thing for such a strong response." he says to the guildmaster as he watches it skittering about. He does not move in on it since for whatever reason Rhapsody seems so worried about it, but he does redirect any citizens that happen to go past him in that direction.
Miari	A puffy white cloud descends from the heavens at terrific speed, having dropped into a rollercoaster-y spiral pattern that brings it. The promises of studying an unknown artifact have gotten Miari practically squealing with joy! And so, clad in her decorative emerald-green kimono, same-colored hair whipping out behind her, she's kneeling on the cloud in a dignified, lady-like fashion... despite the tremendous speed. "No time to make preparations. Rats. I'll have to be a bit more serious than I wanted." Complains the Exalt, as she delicately grips a folded metal fan and draws it from her kimono's sash. She sets down on a building overlooking the meeting place, taking in the sights of the great city and forming a plan to join the hunt.
Staren	Staren beams down from his ship, armored and ready for... well, he's not sure. Do they have to fight what escaped? Capture it? Who knows. He appears near Rhapsody's location. "What are we dealing with? You say a transforming artifact... is it hostile? What does it transform /into/?"
Yuna Kagurazaka	It takes a little while for Yuna to show up, but she does get there as quickly as she can - in Flight Form, which speeds her navigation of the city quite a bit. Elner is with her, of course, but the rest of the Matrix of Light doesn't seem to be in evidence. Yuna's particularly trying to locate Rhapsody for the purposes of linking up and organizing, but she waves to Bahamut and Staren as she spots the dragon and the mad* scientist. Also Iria and Corona, as she spots and recognizes them. "So, what exactly are we after?" Yuna wonders. "And where was it spotted, or is that part of the problem?" (* - No offense meant, but even Yuna wonders about Staren now and then ...)
Theurgus	Well... a call for help has been put out. It's about time Diamond Soul repaid some of her building debt to the Multiverse for all the assistance she's gotten with the System Tower, and other things. However, until she arrives at the scene, she's not going to transform into her HDD mode. No. Instead, a blue haired woman in white coatdress with a large black hat decorated with various gears and sprockets walks into the meeting area, blue eyes surveying the area before settling on the artefact as it skitters to and fro. "Ah. A Transreliquat. Facinating."
Rhapsody	With people coming in from across town, and across worlds, people in the district realize something's going on. When Rhapsody arrives, well outside the Izzet Sector, some people just get goin' because if the Izzet are around, they expect something crazy will probably happen. Most likely it will also involve explosions and more people from off-world! At Bahamut's insistence, a few more start to move along. "This area is under Izzet Quarantine until further notice! Please vacate to ensure nothing happens to you!" Rhapsody calls, standing atop a lone corner stand. That convinces the few people that are still wandering about. Hushed voices groan about possible property damage and other things that they think are now inveitible with the Izzet moving into the area. "It's good to see everyone. I was hoping the first Explorers Division call could be doing, you know, exploring, but since we act as Ravnican problem solvers, this is the other half of the job." She holds up the crystal she uses as a radio, taps a specific spot, and an image of a strange device appears for everyone to look at. "This is what we're looking for. It's possible you've already seen it skittering around. It is far more dangerous than it appears. It can change shape into any kind of artifact it has previously touched. Considering it got out of the Nivix Spire, you can imagine what it can -already- transform into.." The image fades, and then the guildmaster looks to the group. "I would -very much prefer- we try to capture it in one piece since my father helped create it. Turning to Staren, "It... generally isn't hostile, but that may change. It usually is inert unless it takes another shape, but someone activated it in different way. I'm not sure what the Transel.. kit... I don't know what it wants to do." At the current moment, a flash of silvery metal can be seen rushing -away- from the group. Very quickly.
Corona Arclite	Corona Arclite leans out of the cab of her steam-truck for a moment. "Well then all we gotta do is keep it away fro--" Then Rhapsody mentions it can turn into anything it's already touched, rather than now, "--Okay, that's bit more of a problem." Steam hisses out the sides of the vehicle as Corona locks the brakes, then climbs out of the cab. Only to disappear under the tarp over the back. "Y'all try and find it. Ah might have just the thin' for corallin' it in." Though after a moment she does stick her head out again. "Hey Guildmaster! How'd y'all keep it contained in the first place?!"
Yuna Kagurazaka	Yuna nods to Rhapsody while still airborne, blanching just a bit at the idea of what the artifact MIGHT have copied. "So, no use looking for vital signs but motion trackers might help us narrow it down?" She glances over at Staren, then back at Rhapsody. "How close does this thing need to get to an artifact to mimic it? If it copies my gear or Staren's armor, we're going to have a tough fight on our hands." Elner picks up that flash better than Yuna does - but Yuna's question is enough to make the robo-faerie stay right where it's hovering next to Yuna, simply tracking the movement from a distance.
Iria	Nodding to the Guildmaster, Iria says, "So it can turn into anything it's already touched. This may not be easy, but we're gonna find it!" She narrows her eyes a little. "I don't know how, but we will!"
Bahamut	Once it seems the area is secure against civilians, Bahamut spreads his wings again and takes to the sky once more. "Hmm...perhaps I should keep my distance. I am not fully mechanical but much of my body is what could be considered robotic. I will try to Slow it." he says, closing the distance quickly thanks to his high flight speed. And apparently Slow was not just a tactic. He holds out a hand as he matches pace with the construct and a set or runes appears around his wrist, much like the numbers of a clock and with a turning set of clock hands to boot. He fires a bolt of magic, attempting to literally slow how time passes for the machine. If it is successful, it's speed should be cut down by at least a noticable amount.
Miari	Despite being atop the building, Miari seems to have no trouble parsing what's being said down below. "Hmm." Cracking a mischievous smile, she gestures with the fan and flicks it open. She simply sweeps the implement a few inches opposite the direction the silvery flicker's moving... ... and the streets suffer a small but VICIOUS gale wind. As though some giant swept its hand through the air at terrific speed. Miari's using telekinesis to try and bowl over and perhaps stun it, though on the surface it's indistinguishable from a gust of wind.
Theurgus	Theurgus positively /beams/ as she hears the artefact's abilities. "Yes, a challenge worthy of The Mad Magician! Only The Organization could have triggered it into action. Let us not waste time!" She does spot the flash of silver, and moves to give chase, summoning her staff with a surge of light and code sequences. "If it is immune to magic, perhaps ambience effects from magic use will work!" She aims the head of her staff towards the fleeing artefact, then a bit further ahead. "Cocytus!" The marble cycles through to blue-white, then projects a freezing fog, that attempts to turn the road into a slippery mess, and begin to build a barricade from ice. And then she gets bowled over by Miari's wind gust, and sent sprawling.
Staren	"Explorers Division?" Staren echoes. He may have missed a memo somewhere. He makes a wing-assisted hop over to Rhapsody to look at the image. He groans when Rhapsody says it can turn into any number of things from Nivix. And then he catches sight of it skittering away. "Hey!" But, uh, huh, if it's not hostile... After a few seconds' hesitation, he pulls a submachinegun out of his bag. Those who've seen him use it before may know about the underbarrel freezing foam missile launcher. He doesn't fire yet, though, instead giving chase, trying to get closer for a clear shot.
Ainsley	"Sorry I'm late!" Ainsley calls over the others as she floats in for a landing and promptly slips on the icy, slippery road that Theurgus is responsible for. She doesn't fall over, but it isn't the most elegant landing. She doesn't just fly to save herself, since it requires a lot of energy to fly that would be wasted here. Once she has regained her footing and her dignity, she begins to contribute. "Right." Sniff. "Are you even technically thinking or are you an automaton..." she muses, and she speaks a word meaning thought, creating a magical 'lensing' effect on her eyes. Her eyes widen as she tries to divine if the thing has any sort of mental capacity at all. If it's magic resistant she will have a lot of problems doing anything here, since, well, she's a wizard and not a magitech tinkerer.
Rhapsody	The thoughtful look on the Guildmaster's face makes it pretty obvious that this thing could be a problem. Especially with the possiblity that magic may not even work on it very well. With Corona showing up, the brimsteel native probably would have some good ideas! Not to discredit the others, though. "Aye, spread out if you need to, everyone!" Rhaps calls before hopping down from the store stall. "Motion trackers would work pretty well! Also, Mizzium is a pretty unique substance, so if you read a metal you don't recognize? Good likelyhood it's what you're looking for. As for copying? Touch is required, about a full second or two, though. If it does latch on, just be quick about it. I would rather it not get off-world ideas into it.." A smile is given Iria's enthusiasm before she glances up at the much bigger dragon in the room. "You'll be fine, Bahamut! You're still more dragon than dragon-engine! I really doubt it could copy you!" Oh hey, an Ainsley draws near. As she tries to figure out the inner-workings of the artifact, she's only going to get one word over and over again. Run. Skittering along, the little machine darts a storm drain. Bahamut's bolt of magic crashes into the device and for a moment or two it does seem to start to slow, an amber glow overtaking it's silvery form. However, a few moments later, the glow seems to be sucked into the front of it, and it resumes at regular pace. Miari's gale wind keeps it from ducking down into the drain. Instead, it starts to rush down the sidewalk. That's when Theurgus' icy mist causes the machine's skittering to become a slide involving a lot of distraught skidding and even flailing. When it realizes it can't really travel well, it makes a very pecuiliar sound before it sounds like about a dozen gears start grinding against one another. It's transformed! Into... http://www.cardkingdom.com/images/magic-the-gathering/9th-edition/ornithopter-16062-medium.jpg An Ornithopter. There is no plane that doesn't have those things. It is now trying to -fly- away.
Yuna Kagurazaka	Yuna glances briefly at Elner as Rhapsody mentions Mizzium. 'Pretty unique' is the right word for it - but unlike most of the non-Ravnicans here, they would recognize it pretty well, particularly Elner. After all, that's what Yuna's kite shield, Shugoseiheki, is lined with - Niv-Mizzet did the work himself, after all. Anyway, flying artifact of mechanical mimicry. Elner had a direction already, and Yuna knows where Bahamut was going. With that knowledge in mind, plus the report that the thingamabobble has turned into an Ornithopter, Yuna's next move is simple: she just goes up. "So if it has to touch something to record it ... Elner, I want you following its movements!" she calls out to the robo-faerie. "Don't get too close and don't let it pounce at you, but keep visual on it!" There's a gleam of light off Elner, like the light reflected off a large drop of sweat ... which is ridiculous, robots don't perspire. But the robo-faerie goes flitting off to help join the chase, and to keep Yuna updated on relative positions. It's necessary info - Because a moment later, Yuna tries to dive down at the Mizzium Transithopterthingy, firing a few bursts from her pulse blasters; she's specifically launching a bracketing salvo, trying to force the artifact to stop moving - and maybe trying to wing it hard enough to make it return to the ground.
Staren	Staren's blown aside by wind! He manages to avoid crashing, at least, and looks around for the source. Eh, was probably an ally trying to stop it from escaping. Okay. As it takes to the sky, Staren follows it, firing one of his missiles to see how the transrelithopter reacts. Just before impact, the missile explodes into a glob of expanding and then hardening foam, trying to gum up the works of this thing!
Iria	Meanwhile, Iria's summoned her Depadon and is using that to follow along. She switches from sitting mode to glider mode, giving her more speed and agility. She steadies her rifle and fires a single shot, wanting to be more accurate than with rapid fire.
Ainsley	Ainsley watches the skittering artifact-what-can-be-other-artifacts try to escape, as the magic glow fades from her eyes. She watches its attempt to escape with interest, flinching at some of the use of firearms happening around her. She lets out a soft sigh, muttering something like 'too many cooks' to herself, and reaches up both of her hands. She weaves a spell made of thought by speaking a few strange, ancient words, and then she directs a force of magic at the Transreliquat. The spell aims to 'disrupt' the artifact's mental processing temporarily, which she hopes might jam its ability to transform. Unfortunately, it may also do any number of things, as her fine control is ... non-existent with this spell.
Miari	Seeing too many people getting nearly blown over by her efforts bring a frown to Miari's face... but it's quickly purged by a flood of GLEE as the Transreliquat demonstrates its ability to transform! "SPECTACULAR! I MUST learn how it does that!" The young woman hops onto her conjured cloud and points her fan out before her! "Onwards! After it!" WHOOOOSH!! Off the cloud goes, with Miari kneeling upon it. Of course she COULD try to use Mind-Hands to directly restrain the thing, but now she's intrigued to see more of what it can do and there are a number of other people also chasing the thing. In the interest of not revealing more than she must, Miari refrains from doing anything but trying to manuever her way out in front of it. All the while she opens her spiritual senses and focuses them upon the contraption...
Corona Arclite	Beneath the tarp Corona climbs onto some piece of machinery and slips into it. There's a metallic clank as panels lock into place after her and as the fox plops down she grabs onto a lever. "Ah was lookin' for a private showin' for Rhaps or Thianel... But Ah reckon we's goin' right to public demonstration!" With a grin that's maybe a little too manic she squeezes the clutch and pulls the lever back. Outside the tarped truck the panels clanking can be heard, followed by a passing of silence, which is promptly broken by the rumbling grumble of anachronistic machinery lurching to life. The click-clanking of spinning gears chorused with thumps of pistons and puffs of piping fumes. The technical humming becomes more audible as a large mechanical hand reachs out from under the tarp, grabs said tarp, and whips it away. The machine hand is connected to an arm with sprockets and turbins visible spinning beneath the heavy metal plates, then a smaller upper arm of hydrolics that disappears into the machinery beneath a air-cooling duct. In comparison the body chassis is squat and bulky, arm actuations protected by a pair of pauldrons that appear to be made out of the fenders of some large heavy machinery, while the other arm sports some kind of steam-powered weapon instead of a hand. Steam exhaust blares out of the dual stacks rising behind the cockpit where Corona stands working the lever controls, a rollbar cage partially protecting it. Spinning gears and thruming actuators make up most of it's legs as it rises up from the truckbed, stabilized by some broad reinforced feet. It's a bit of an eyesore to be honest, clearly constructed out of different pieces of machinery. Most of the undercarriage is greys and black, but the exterior plating is either 'construction yellow' or a bright green that looks like it belongs on certain alien robot construction vehicles. But as it stands a gleam of flight flashes across the front of the machine, glittering along the emblem of a fox head tampgraphed on the front panels. ( https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B-upRyQ8WcGqOVlDdHl3R3BXQms/view ) It's out from under the covering just in time for Corona to catch a glimps of the contraption transforming and trying to take off into the air. Something can be heard unspooling as Corona raises the manipulator arm, grabbing a length of heavy duty chain draping out of some back compartment. Though the end of the chain is looped.. and sure enough, the steampunk machine spins it over its head like a lariet as Corona takes aim. "Come back here, ya li'l varmit!" The chainlink lasso is fling high and hard at the thing-we-can't-pronounce.
Bahamut	Above the windstorm, Bahamut sees the relic transform and take to the skies. This is more his domain and he closes in rapidly now. "Fine. We will do this the fun way then!" he says with a grin. He extends his claws as he flies toward the Ornithopter and slashes at it as he passes, then spirals and fires a burst of Fira at it as he puts some distance between them again. The fire spell explodes like a small bomb against whatever it hits, which should be the Ornithopter. He has pretty good aim, after all. He does have to make sure he doesn't get tangled in Corona's thrown lasso, but that shouldn't be hard. The big metal dragon then starts to bank around, coming in for another pass, his wings leaving twin contrails with how hard he is trying to turn and the speed he is travelling. "...are we concerned with recovering this thing mostly intact?" he asks, perhaps a bit late. He also takes a moment to take in Corona's machine. It has the look of an Al Bhed machina with how it is put together, and he grins as he watches it move.
Theurgus	Theurgus gets back up, and doesn't even seem fazed by being bowled over by an ally's attack. She probably didn't even realize it was Miari. She watches as the Transreliquat transform, then pulls a silvery 'spike' from her Inventory, twirling it between her fingers, before throwing it down to the ground. It stabs into it, then unfurls a kind of 'dish' that then lets off a 'pulse' of light into the sky, before a thin beam returns. "Grimoire! Begin Upload!" Theurgus is then engulfed in a pillar of light, emerging a moment later as Diamond Soul, her cloak billowing as her Processors engage, the clock-punk style armour appearing on her hips, feet, shoulders, back and atop her head, the little gems set into them gleaming blue-white. She floats up an inch or two from the ground, then gathers up and takes flight in pursuit of the escaping 'thoptor'.
Rhapsody	Ornithopters can fly. They don't fly especially well, fluttering about, but they make do! The Transelicrazy is trying to get distance between itself and all the things that are coming after it, but it's not doing so very well. The coralling assault from Yuna seems to be working. It goes one way, flinches at bullets, heads another, flinches again, and so on. Entrapping it, however, sets up perfect shots for everyone else and makes it easy for Miari and Theurgus to soar ahead of the machine. With it stuck, Iria catches a wing with her shot, Bahamut catches the other with his claws, burning the sails away with his fiery blast, and then Theo's missile.. goes sailing by because the machine is plummeting toward the ground. The machine that emerges from Corona's truck may not be a looker, but Rhapsody can respect it and gives a cheer for the off-world tinkerer. The net, as launched, doesn't do a lot thanks to the attacks from everyone else. It does wrap around what's left, though. Rhapsody, turning back, sees the damaged state of the machine. She does not look happy, "I SAID INTACT!! What are you all doing?!" she roars out, frustrated. As Ainsley reaches out to try and disrupt what it's thinking. This works, but it causes it to change it's mind. Instead of 'Run, run, run, run, run..' it lets out a cry somehow, and starts to transform once again. As it slams into the ground, everyone can get a good look at it. A large oval with energy traces flow toward the center where an image of the Transrelithing can be seen. Then? Another Transikit hops out.. and another.. and another... and another... all thinking the same thing. 'Defend, defend, defend, defend, defend...' http://cardshop-serra.com/upload/save_image/L/SOM/Prototype%20Portal.full_L.jpg +
Corona Arclite	"It ain't makin' 'intact' very easy," Corona replies calmly despite the dragoness' yell. You'd get the impression she's use to there being shouting when things aren't quite in the same state of affairs as intended. "Ah mean Ah understand the attatchment to somethin' of yer father's, but we don't need it overrunnin the ci--" Cute the transmorphothinger turning into a portal, and summoning more transmorphadoos out of it. "--That." There's a short sigh as the fox sits back, making sure her goggles are in place. They're not her usual goggles, as these appear to have a targeting sight scribed into the lenses. "Looks like we gotta do this t'hard way." Hers burst of steam and churning pistols leap the steam-mech off the back of the truck, landing with an audible thud. Then starts to tromp in the direction of the portal. "Ah got an idea, but gonna have to get closer. In t'meantime." Corona turns the machine to raise its other arm forward, the weapon on the end thrumming softly as steam hisses out of some side vents, and an audible clunk as a shell loads from the magazine slide jutting out of the time. There's a growing whistle as pressure builds in the cannon, followed by an THMP as it finally fires. Rhapsody can relax, it's not explosive. At least not the violently fiery short. The shell bursts in a splattering of some gunky tar-like substance in an attempt to stick down the newly summoned versions.
Yuna Kagurazaka	Trying to force an autonomous artifact to land is not as easy as Yuna hoped it would be - and even when the Transrelidoohickey DOES go down, forcefully, that STILL doesn't stop it. In fact, arguably, it just makes things worse by turning into a portal that starts spitting out even more of the original wandering Transreliquary or whatever it's called. For a moment or so, Yuna just hovers, looking down at the portal, wondering if there's a way to force it out of portal form - and what'll happen to the replicas it's summoning if the portal is damaged or destroyed. On the plus side, if they remain in existence independent of the original, it means they'll just need to corral one or more of the TransreliReplicas and they'll be good .... maybe ... right? .... nah, they can't be THAT lucky. Yuna settles for conjuring the Matrix Divider and firing a single bolt down at the 'machinery' around the portal. She's not even sure what part to aim at - she just picks a spot, aims as carefully as she can, and pulls the trigger. It's not even that powerful of a shot, more like she went down and kicked at it with merely human strength, compared to some of the firepower she could unleash.
Miari	Miari, FASCINATED by this turn of events, still has little desire to see the thing halted JUST yet. But her glee quivers a bit at the thought of an endless supply of these things running around and taking up their space. So she leaps free of the Cirrus Skiff as it nears the ground. Nearing the ground her descent slows to a featherfall, and the moment she touches down... she plants both hands on the ground. The holy mark of a half-filled golden sun shimmers from her forehead as she summons forth a tremendous supply spiritual energy and shunts it through the ground. But although she begins to glow like the sky at sunset, THE GROUND... ... Spiderweb cracks race and criss-cross their way around the glowing portal. Green flames bubble forth from the ground in their wake. The light is nauseating and... unkind, at the very least. Sensibilities will appreciate that it's thankfully short-lived. Miari gestures upwards... and the very ground PIMPLES UPWARDS, uneven walls sprouting from a rising mound of tarnished bronze and obsidian and quickly trying to seal the thing into a kind of volcanic sarcophagus of gothic architecture.
Bahamut	Control spells aren't working, and Bahamut doesn't want to just smash it if it is precious to Rhapsody. But, non-destructive solutions are not his strong point. Still, he is smart. And a dragon. "I think I have an idea. Something that I encountered on my world. It will take a few seconds." Bahamut flies down close to the Transwhateverthing and lands. He then casts a spell, but not on the machine. A bright rainbow of colors flows over Bahamut before solidifying into a glowing field of energy. "Reflect!" he calls out, apparently part of the casting. He then faces the Portal and starts preparing another spell. "Try to keep the spawned constructs busy!" Bahamut is a pretty big target, so he's sure to draw lots of attention just by landing.
Iria	So many Transikits, so little time. Fortunately, Iria's got an idea. She decides to open fire upon them from her Deppandai, swooping around laughing. "This is almost like one of those video games Fujikuro likes to play!" She chuckles.
Ainsley	Ainsley doesn't have a lot to do here. When she hits the Transreliquat with her spell, she realizes suddenly that this did not have the desired effect. It immediately transmogrifies -- she squeaks in reptilian frustration and shock when this happens -- and then MORE of the damn things start skittering loose. She singles one of them out as it tries to escape from the proximity of the portal, and she hisses a few words of thought again. And when she does, she instantly copies a BRICK of knowledge to the Transreliquat, complete with the context of her presence here and her apparent desire to minimize damage and help keep it contained. The effect is like jamming a century of knowledge into a 90s personal computer, but this is magic and the effects may be weird and chaotic. "Keep the others contained!" she tries to tell it after this!
Staren	"Hey! I'm not trying to blow it up!" Staren shouts back. Unfortunately, his shot went wide. Now flying over the transreliquat, he prepares to contain... um... a portal, spitting out more of them? He quickly checks which one Rhapsody wants. Alright then... For the moment, he opens fire on the copies with his beam cannons (and if that doesn't make short work of them, he has heavier weapons...) This might not be a tenable strategy if it keeps popping them out, but Staren's waiting to see what it will do.
Rhapsody	With so many tiny skittering metal claws scurrying about, it's probably a lot to keep track of! About a dozen have popped out of the portal, but when Yuna takes a shot at it directly, another mechanical cry sounds out before it starts to transform -again-. This time, however, it just turns into a tiny pendant made of a much darker material than just mizzium. Another one of the Relitwins picks it up and starts to scurry around with it. Corona's shot of tar manages to clamp down a few. Transformations? Nope. The gunk seems to get them all to stay put and not be able to escape. The walls Miari starts to construct may not end up creating a cage for the first Transeliquin, but at least it's making the ground chaotic enough that many of the replicants are getting confused and changing direction, a lot. It sets up well for Iria who starts to fire down on all of them, damaging a few. As the tall dragon casts reflect on himself, a lot of the artifacts don't realize what he's done. Too simple minded. Such a big target, they move toward him, casting little sparks and bolts, only to find the blasts redirected into themselves, getting them to twitch irregularly. That lets Staren stike a few with his beam weapons, sending them sailing. Some land in the tar Corona set down, some land on their backs, but they aren't doing a lot. The few that ARE still running around are transforming into ... Ornithopters. Again. Looks like they may be reverting to 'run'. One is headed for a storm drain, again! As for the one getting a download of knowledge, it freezes. It stays this way for a long, long moment, trying to process what it was given. After a long moment, it regards Ainsley and makes a strange trilling noise at her, but it sounds friendly, at the very least. The transelikipper with the pendant has bounced between a lot of these situations, and seems to have the few that transformed into Ornithopters headed for it. It actually hops onto the back of one. Deja Vu?
Ainsley	When trilled at... Ainsley promptly trills back at the Transreliquat. She uses a language already built into the info she gave, and she turns with a dramatic point toward the Pendant!Transreliquat. "<We need to contain that one, and all the others,>" she speaks to it in a strange mechanoid language that she really shouldn't be able to do with such ease, and she looks back to the one she uploaded the knowledge to. She gives it a little determined fistpump. "<Do what you can.>" She smiles at the little artifact, and hopes it can figure something out. It's intelligent now, maybe it's got some creativity in there.
Theurgus	And they're flying again. This lets Diamond Soul an easier time at tracking them, instead of trying to trace them all on the ground. She moves to intercept the flying Ornithoptors, and the pendant. "It seems to be some kind of small pendant..." she transmits over the comm, before she attempts to freeze the joints of the flying constructs with another wash of icey fog.
Miari	A new slew of transformations has Miari unsure what to make of this. Especially their target turning into an inanimate object to be cartred off by another automaton. That suggests these things coordinate somehow without signals of any sort... "Hopefully the spawn are diminished in power somehow. It would not do if they can also produce more." She murmurs. Having already poured so much energy into this one endeavor, she cannot break it off now without it being an untold waste. So she raises up to her feet, seeming to conduct the magic with sweeping gestures suggesting a sloping roof to try and close around all the freezing winds and trap as many clones as possible!
Staren	He didn't actually destroy /any/ of them! These things are pretty tough in their native form... And now it's getting away again! And then someone says the magic words: The pendant is now indestructible. He flies after the ornithopter. One of the missiles launches from his back, approaching the ornithopter and airbursting in a superheated fireball! If the pendant doesn't change form again, he follows up with the beam cannons to try and finish off the copies carrying it.
Corona Arclite	Okay, that's less of the newbies running rampant. Hopefully the other folks can keep coralling them. Corona has got another problem to try and solve. The steam-mech turns around, tracking where the pendant-transwhatever is going as it's carried off by one of the other ones. "Tarnation these things move a lot!" As the mech turns and moves in the other direction Corona hunchs down in the cockpit, briefly disappearing out of view except for her tail flicking about. It.. sounds like she's tinkering around with something inside of the machine. On the fly while it's moving? Daring or crazy or both, take your pick. The tar cannon must be made of the same automatronics as her work drones because it click-clacks and partially disassembles itself to rearrange into a different configuration. Then Corona stands back up in the cockpit. "Welp, Ah may not be no mage. But as far as my science is concerned, mana is just another form o' energy. Energy can't be destroyed very easily, but it can be changed and moved 'round." She puts a boot up on the edge of the cockpit and grabs onto the rollcage with one hand to steady herself. The other hand goes digging in a pouch of her toolbelt until she finally pulls out a blue-green crystal. A slap of the controls with her tail and the mech raises it's cannon arm up towards the cockpit. Corona opens the compartment and shoves the glowing crystal into it, then slaps it shut again and steps back into the cockpit proper. "Now most folks know that pulsarium is good fer generatin' energy." She flicks a few adjustment settings, then takes the cannon-arm controls again. "But most don't realize it gets it's charge from absorbin' it from other things, 'specially when it's been heavily ionized." The steam-mech plants one of it's feet to brace itself, and raises the cannon-arm towards the fleeing transthingings, especially the ones with the pendant. "Time t'do some SCIENCE!" Corona yips gleefully as she 'fires' the weapon. That instead of shooting any sort of visible beam out the anti-energy cannon works more like a metaphysical vacuum, trying to suck the mana energy -into- the pulsarium crystal it's been fitted with.
Iria	Meanwhile, Iria continues to fly after her targets, stopping only to reload before continuing. "It's a hard job, but someone's gotta do it!" She comments to nobody in particular, making this look simple. "Good thing Kei's not here. I appreciate her support but she sometimes goes a little too far."
Maya	Maya asking how much she could cut lose? Might set off a few alarm bells to some of the older elites like Rhaps, Staren or Ainsley. Maya does not cut lose often but today is such a say she's going to have to. Maya's dress isn't much to speak off the only really notable thing about her is the long mane of blue hair she sport sand she's leaping off part of a roof top and she opens the flood gates there's a massive surge of magic from Maya. She's drawing card and Miaria who Maya has notice might see her about to cust lose strange card are rpaidly pulled out and gloat above her head glowing bright blue, and green as a blue fire burns into them and she lest a spell lose. many of the clone creatus would fins that Maya's just unleahing a massive spell a powerful curse to weaken the hostile enties and hopefully make them easier for everyone else to deal with, yet she's just getting warmed up. It's been far too long since Maya cut lose like this.
Yuna Kagurazaka	Maybe, thinks Yuna, that wasn't as good an idea as she thought. After all, she's a singer, not a scientist; she doesn't understand how all these magical artifacts work, or how they're supposed to work when they aren't working right; she leaves THAT kind of knowledge to Rhapsody, Yunomi, and the other magewrights who actually DO specialize in the field. Also Staren, who may not use magic but is smarter than Yuna herself. It's not like the idol singer turned interstellar protector is curling up in a ball of self-perceived fail, though; if she can't tell how to deal with the source of the problem, she CAN at least help try and keep the duplicates from running all over. With Elner helping her track them, Yuna flies about to try and establish a perimeter - using the robo-faerie's sensors and her own aerial speed and mobility to chase down strays while her allies are focusing on the main bulk of the problem.
Bahamut	Looks like the thing is trying a different...well, the same...strategy. But, it doesn't change Bahamut's plan. He is still building energy as the spawned constructs plink hits against his magic shield and get hit with their own shots for their trouble. When the original takes to the sky he spreads his wings again and starts to take flight again. He can't let them get away! "Here we go...Blizzaga!" The unmistakable blue glow of cold magic forms around Bahamut, but just when it seems it will be unleashed against him the magic shield pulses and the glow flies off toward the trio of constructs. When it impacts, there is a very audible explosion of ice and snow, leaving what could best be described as a gigantic snowflake frozen around the targets. A snowflake of thick, spiked ice pillars. Perhaps that will slow them down!
Rhapsody	With pendant in tow, the Ornithopterquats are trying to make for the sky, however, with so many folks working against them, the chance they have for actual escape is quickly becoming zero. A massive blast of ice, snow, and general frigidness comes from Theurgus and Bahamut, slowing them, if not outright causing them to start to fall from the sky. The one carrying the pendant is trying -really hard- to keep going, but Staren's missile makes sure it starts to fall just the same. Some of the slowed Transelithopters fall into Miari's massive trap, likely they can be heard bumping against the walls or ceiling, but they don't seem to be getting out -or- transforming. Maybe they were tapped out. (HAHAHA don't kill me.) The ones still managing to slowly flutter about are finding themselves drained of energy. Looks like Corona Arclight just invented a Brimsteel Variant of a Mana Battery, red and blue hues being drained into the slowly filling crystal she loaded into the FoxTrotter. The ones not close enough to Corona's machine find themselves falling for another reason. Maya's potent spell seems to be some sort of effect. While they are fairly resistant to magic, the curse seems potent enough that with the actions of everyone else, is managing to bring the stragglers down. And what of Friendreliquat? Well, when Ainsley told it to help it obliged. As it turned to dash off toward the others, it skipped right past everything. The pendant, the original one, seems to have reliQuit as it is just falling. The friendly transforms into a tiny dragon engine, snatches the pendant out of the air, and circles back around with the pendant in it's muzzle. It lands and drops it at her feet. Close up... it looks a lot like a really small Thianel. Thanks to Yuna's perimiter work, not a single one has managed to run down a street or escape through the sky! Well done! Rhapsody, for her part, has a ball of red mana hovering over one hand, radiating a fair bit of warmth for herself and Ainsley so that all the ice spells being flung about don't set them shivering too much.
Corona Arclite	There's a loud CHNCH as the now mana-filled crystal is ejected out of the cannon, which Corona catchs with her gloved hands. "Hehe. And Bucky says Ah'm obsessive for holdin' on to the empty ones. Turned out to be useful!" She tucks the energized crystal away, then pulls out the battered old idea journal she carries around. "Gonna write that one down, might be useful to make somethin' less on-the-fly." As she sits back she puts up a foot to push one of the levers, activating some sort of automated 'return to base' setting that has the FoxTrotter turn and lumber its way back to her truck while she's writing.
Ainsley	Ainsley reaches down to pick up the pendant and carefully examines it. She calmly just says, "Now don't run off again," as if expecting it to infer her intent from her tone. She then looks down at the mini-Thianel and stares at it, even as one of her eyes close in reflexive comfort thanks to the warmth of Rhapsody's red mana. She considers the artifact shapeshifter awkwardly, frowning slightly, but then she crouches down, and reaches out and places her hand atop its head, and smiles at it. "Good work," she tells it. Then she stands and looks around, carefully checking to see if any of them had managed to run off in the chaos. As far as she can tell, all of them have stopped. "... You should probably name it," she suggests to Rhapsody, looking aside to her and pointing down at the intelligent artifact-dragon at her feet. "My spell wasn't temporary."
Rhapsody	The guildmaster grins, then shakes her head, "No, I think that's for you to decide. You befriended it, and actually saved it from a fate similar to all of it's ..." Pause. Peers at the 'prision' .. "Siblings. I tell you what, I'll see that it keeps the Underlibrary organized for you, but you get to name it," she offers.
Yuna Kagurazaka	Yuna flies around the ersatz perimeter one more time with Elner, making SURE there's no additional motion that can't be accounted for as 'something that isn't a transreliquack'. "We gotta ask Niv-Mizzet to name those things something more pronounceable," Yuna observes under her breath as she flies back to where the others are clustered. "- oh, hey Maya!" the blonde calls out, waving to the Junker and gliding down to rejoin the others. "Think that's everything ... we've accounted for all of them, right? Elner didn't pick up anything else that looked like one of those artifacts."
Iria	Once all is taken care of and Iria has taken a good look around, she comes back down and greets the others with a smile. "Good job everyone!" She says with a thumbs up. "Looks like we really showed them what we can do!"
Ainsley	"I think 'Transreliquat' is quite accurate. I don't understand the issue," Ainsley remarks to Yuna, because she has never had a problem pronouncing it and it hasn't occurred to her that there's a good reason for changing their name. She looks down at the one she's responsible for uplifting, and so she crouches down and considers it with silent curiosity. "I'll call you..." ... "Thalia. Do you like that?" she asks 'Thalia,' the sapient transreliquat.
Staren	Staren sees the pendant fall, and get snapped up by another construct! As he takes aim, though, it's... bringing it to Ainsley? He lands nearby. "Decided to get your own kickotron, huh?"
Miari	Miari claps her hands together, beaming a sweetly radiant smile of triumph at the zigzaggy bizarrchitecture volcanic rock sarcophagus enclosing quite a collection of the replicated Transreliquats. She's still blazing bright as the sunset, the Solar mark unmistakable on her forehead, but she doesn't seem too concerned about this. Ravnica has no reason to start screaming 'Anathema!' after all. On the other hand, IT IS NOT GOING DOWN. The holy radiance may make casual conversation a bit awkward. "Well done, everyone! We have them trapped." Her tone is light and flows smoothly as silk, now that she's actually HAPPY about something. "I simply MUST study how that contraption functions!" Now that the 'house' has ceased forming, the last fleckers of green flame that had been leaking from cracks in the ground die down.
Rhapsody	"Thalia it is. Librarian to the Underlibary, hmm?" She gives a smile to Ainsley before starting to look to everyone else. "Indeed, job well done! Great first run for the division, thank you, everyone, for everything you all did!" Truly, Miari is the brightest of lights right now though. Luckily, the dragon produces shades from her coat. Why not? Deal with it. "They are... confusing at best. It's probably ideal that we get them back into confinment," she muses, recalling something from earlier. Taking a look around, she notes Corona's walking her new construct back to the truck, so she'll probably just answer over the radio.
Bahamut	With the situation apparently handled, Bahamut makes a slow spiral toward the ground. He looks around at the others after he has landed, then chuckles lightly. "It seems in this world I am merely a twinkle rather than a shining star. Good work, all of you." he says, standing in his usual heroic pose, one foot somewhat behind the other with his arms crossed over his chest. "Is everything secure? Did any escape?" he asks, looking around.
Staren	Staren's visor tints a bit whenever he looks towards Miari. He approaches the rest of the group to talk further.
Ainsley	"No one can replace Kickotron," Ainsley tells Staren firmly, "Thalia is her own person." She looks around, one hand lifted on reflex so Miari's glow doesn't blind her. "Looks like we got them all, Bahamut," she confirms.
Corona Arclite	Once the FoxTrotter is back on the truck and hunched down in the back Corona powers it down. As the clicking and hissing tapers off from the systems shutting off, the rollcage unlatchs from behind the cockpit. The shoulders angle back a bit to keep the pauldrons clear as two small catch panels unclick from the sides of the front of the chassis. It allows the whole front end to swing forwards and down to open the cockpit, the rollcage now serving as a sort of ladder to climb up. Or down in this case. Corona ambles over in Rhaposdy's direction. And keeps her goggles on for the moment, so she doesn't get blinded by Miari's glow. "Y'all gonna need a hand in packin' those critters away again?" Or maybe she just wants to see this 'null-cage' that was mentioned.
Miari	Spotting several people accounting for her glowiness, Miari purses her lips a bit sheepishly. "Apologies. Nothing I can do about it. This will take an hour or two to dissipate. That's why I was hoping someone else had a way to disable the Transreliquat."
Rhapsody	The guildmaster's gaze slips uuuupward to Bahamut, "Yep! I think we are all good and everything's accounted for. Ryxinel will send some magewrights down to deal with the aftermath and all the relicants that are still moving around and such. Shouldn't be a major issue, thanks to everyone. I'm sure he wouldn't be opposed to help, if you wanted to stay, Corona." To Miari, "Eh, you'd be surprised the things you'll find in Ravnica. Someone glowing like a sun? Not common, but not really surprising either."
Corona Arclite	There's a chittering clickclick as Hopalong pokes out of the truck cab, but Corona shakes her head in return. "Ya better stay here boy. Last thing we need is one of those learnin' to turn into you." The mecha-jackalope snorts some steam, and slinks back into the cab in a sulking fashion. "Oh don't be like that. Yer part magitech, Ah don't wanna take no chances."
Maya	Maya sees her magic is working and she didn't want to blow up the areaq, she really could cut lose but that would be one hell o a mess and not good for anyone. She will keep moving though and she muses about Mairi someone she's only heard over the radio before. She catches her cards before they fall to the ground. She looks about t make sure there' snothign left to worry about and she grins to Yuna for a moment. "Well that was almost nice to stretch my legs like that but it would be bad ... to cut lose with anything more than this." She looks to the Solar for a moment and nods a bit. "Heh the guild will likely welcome you. They tend to be pretty accepting."