Scene #8301: Mirror Sea Incursion

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Wisconsin	From the outside, the strange anomaly just appears to be a particularly thick fog bank just off the coast of New Prosper, in the Great Ocean. The port town itself is already locked down, with klaxons and warning alarms going off. Having a visiting delegation of ship girls suddenly vanish into the mists and not come out is troubling, to say the least, if not also for the slow trickle of Enemy Vessels that have been leaking from the edges of the fog bank. Already, there are several wrecked ships in the harbor, actual ships, not ship girls, though close inspection will find them to be... Printed? Stamped? Mass produced, at least. No crew, no captain, just entire ships acting on outside orders, ghost ships mindlessly swishing out of the fog to smash into New Prosper's defenses. It's more a worry than a major issue at this point, but whatever is causing this is clearly inside the fog.
Sleek Shimmer	Another call for help from across the Multiverse. Sleek Shimmer may know very little of what's going on here, but any opportunity to gain experience, do a few good deeds, and maybe earn some kind of reward is one worth taking. And so she emerges from a warp gate in her red fox form and dashes with impossible speed through the town and towards the docks, trying to maintain stealth until she can get an eye for the situation. This largely means staying behind cover like boulders, dunes, barrels, or rigging pylons, whatever's available. After determining that there's nothing more to learn by staying on the docks, what with the fog obscuring everything, the little vixen simply LEAPS off of the dock's edge and begins to SCAMPER ACROSS THE WATER'S SURFACE, leaping atop of and surfing down the back of any large waves in he way but otherwise dashing along as if the water is solid ground. And as she approaches the fog, Shimmer focuses on her spiritual senses, attempting to pinpoint life signatures and other anomalies to hone in on.
Ozhira	While all but the most stubborn of citizens have moved to safer places in response to this random-ass attack, there is an out-of-towner wandering about the harbor. The Beast stares out over the water at the rumbling of cannons and chattering machine guns, the odd burst of explosives-- transfixed. A sweeping arc of machine gun fire tears across the waterfront and right through them, splattering the wall behind them with crimson. The girl doesn't crumple, despite being hit multiple times. They in fact just stop, staring out to sea. After a few seconds, Ozhira tips forward off the pier and into the water with a splash, looking every bit as much like someone who just got Fucking Murdered. Only the sharp eye will see the body break apart under the water's surface, separating into a series of crimson wormlike shapes that shoot forward, skirting the mass produced ships. Silent as a ghost, save for the sudden and unmistakable bone-jarring rumble that rattles through steel decks when the Devourer echolocates.
Kukuru	The air around the shores of New Prosper distorts briefly as a cloud of swirling ominous appears out of nowhere. A familiar-ish face emerges from that cloud after several long moments, but Kukuru's expression is far more on the tired side than her usual friendly demeanor. She's been in a bit of a slump for the past week or two at least, and she looks a little ragged even if she's otherwise physically fine. She's not even wearing her usual white and green outfit, either, but instead wearing something a little more professional-esque in dark grays and purples. Spotting the encroaching ships coming to harass the defenses at the town of New Prosper, she lets out another weary sigh before sinking into the water, then drifting forward languidly towards those approaching ships. "No people... That's annoying. There's nobody to convince, then." She murmurs, more to herself than to anyone nearby who might actually hear her talking to herself in the water, not missing a beat as she moves right through another dark cloud that appears in front of her. Kukuru reappears above one of those offending ships, hands open wide so she can grab onto the deck and just start tearing her way straight through to the bottom with brute strength.
Wisconsin	All three ladies are busy trying to sort out these copied ships, the toys that still attempt to test the defenses of the port town. Well, the only bits of intelligence on the ships are in the guts of the damn things, which Kukuru is busy digging towards. Through foamed metal and stamped steel and shaped plastic, she'll find chunks of dark, warm gemstone. Unrefined, unpolished, just enough processing power to run the ships they're crafted around and nothing else. They ARE linked together, though, all still trying their hardest to attack the port, even while shattered and busted and sunk. ECHOLOCATION: SUCCESSFUL. Oh hey, there's some cloned/copied/printed U-Boats here too. sleek wedge-shaped things that lurk in the water, dead to the world save for sensors to detect large ships. Likely they'll wake up then and do their thing. FOX MAGIC POWERS: There's something much more intelligent and scheming inside that fog bank. If it's not inside the fog bank, it IS the fog bank? Hard to tell without going inside, a lot of the active senses are being bounced off the mist itself. Thick as pea soup.
Ozhira	Submarines lie in wait, and the beast does not hesitate. Those wormlike shapes squeeze together and warp their shape into-- a tuna. A perfectly ordinary yellowfin tuna. Like this, Ozhira attempts to slip past the blockade of submarines, on the assumption that they will pass as a nondescript organic lifeform on their way to the ominous fog bank. As the Perfectly Ordinary Yellowfin Tuna approaches, that bone-jarring rumble is let loose again, to try and get an idea of what lurks where vision is obstructed.
Sleek Shimmer	Sleek Shimmer comes to a halt on the water, somehow maintaining her balance although she keeps havinng to adjust her stance to account for the waves and flow. With her senses blocked and disoriented, the little beastie starts a low growl... then her whole body glows and rockets upwards, leaping and backflipping in place to land on bare human feet, the now human-like Shimmer tossing her head back dramatically to clear her hair from her face and straighten her newly-appeared combat attire. Her fluffy ears are twitching and swiveling every which way on high alert, and tails tensed to aid with balance standing on the water's surface... "Only one way to find out of this fog is what it feels like. I'll just have to piss it off!" Raising a hand and calling forth that hungry part of her soul, Shimmer's outstretched hand becomes a vortex. Winds rage and swirl inwards as she has targeted her absorbtion at the air itself. The air is ripped apart as it nears her hand, turned into glowing motes of purest energy that strike her body and are absorbed into it. This force will tear at the fog, too. Not just attempting to pull it in, but, if it is indeed more than it appears, it saps at whatever mystical force holds it together like a greedy vampire that's latched its fangs into it.
Kukuru	What strange rocks these ships are filled with! Without really understand what it is she's looking at, Kukuru just shoves some of those strange gemstones right into her pockets. It might not look like they'll fit since her pockets look like they're of the standard form-over-function variety, but fit they do against all semblance of logic! Of course, there's still a lot of ships to deal with, and tearing through them one at a time and then pocketing their strange stones would require far more energy than Kukuru's willing to put in at present. Instead of going through another portal just to dive on top of the next ship and the one after that, she instead approaches them from below, diving deep into the water and teleporting herself there so she can come up from beneath them. Luckily, one of Kukuru's strengths is her strength! Unless the ships have any kind of defensive systems beneath them, she starts appearing from beneath ships to lift one right out of the water, then hurls it towards the second. This process continues with her teleporting beneath a third, hurling it towards the second, and repeating as she tries to build a massive pileup of those ghost ships that can (ideally) be collected later without having to remember which ones were left where. If Ozhira or someone points her towards the submarines, meanwhile, she'll even try and collect some of those!
Wisconsin	Kukuru and Ozhira decide that they want to play Ship Jenga, and that's just fine. The wrecked ships start to be smashed into the ones that are emerging from the fog, and it's carnage, really. Or it would be if there were People involved and not just drones. But even if these are flimsy drones, this is a lot of raw mass being used here, just to test a seaport. Shimmer starts to knock on the edge of the fog, as it were. The mist peels away slipping away from the edge to reform around Shimmer as she sucks it in, tries to absorb it. It tastes magically of... timey wimey. Of illusions and paradoxes. This is a spell that warps reality. Though, all this ruckus is getting some attention, it would seem. And as the trio continue their harassment of the Fog Bank, something slips out and away from the top of it. A girl, seemingly in her teens, clad in a 1970's cut black swimsuit wearing... well. Those here have all seen the Kansen's ship rigging, and this girl has her own set, though it's certainly not styled after anything from the World Wars. This is all black, sleek and neon trimmed, with massive octopus tentacles wrapped all around it. "...Oh, it just goes to show that I CAN get a response here. How lovely! Hello there... I figured someone would come and see what happened to poor little Task Force Bravo~" While the girl is out here... all of the drone ships seemingly fall silent, waiting.
Ozhira	A stranger enters the battlefield from within the fog. Below the water, the Perfectly Ordinary Tuna splits in half and expands into a mass of grotesque crimson flesh. Part of the beast's body splits off from the main mass, shooting towards the surface beneath this dark-clad newcomer. By the time it breaks the surface, this aspect of Ozhira has resolved into an enormous mouth, lined with jagged teeth. Tendon-like cords stretch between the two jaws and, as they rise up on either side of the ominous girl, those tendons snap taut-- drawing the jaws together. The tendons remain, wrapped around the outside and binding the maw shut. It's sudden and has no real warning, but a fast enough reaction might successfully slip away. The second half of Ozhira's biomass surfaces in the shape of their normal human disguise. Standing on the water, perhaps knee-deep. Unseen below their body is the bloated biomass that keeps them afloat like this. In a somewhat disjointed voice, Ozhira mutters, "Have, we caught it?"
Sleek Shimmer	The foxy martial artist keeps up her efforts for about fifteen seconds before realizing the effort's not making much of a dent in the magic. Cutting off the vortex, she lowers her hand and spins about the moment she senses the strange newcomer's approach, dropping into a battle stance that looks a bit awkward when standing on the water, but certainly shows off the intent to be taken seriously. But nothing could have prepared her for the Observer's appearance. A small, slim girl with a WHOLE SEA MONSTER for a dress, that's what it looks like to her. Shimmer blinks a few times, taking this in. She's tense but not outright hostile. And, in the back of her mind, she's analyzing that strange power she just absorbed... Still. She stands straight and plants a hand on her hip, tails swishing about slowly as she narrows her gaze, trying to figure out what to make of this sea-monster girl. "Hello yourself. I am Sleek Shimmer. And you should really state your intentions before anything unfort--" Enter Ozhira. "... before Ozhira happens."
Wisconsin	But the stealthy Ozhira never quiiiiiite makes it into position to BITE WANT BITE the floating lady. Instead, as it passes through the surface of the fog... that sliver of the breast finds itself elsewhere. This is a lovely recreation of a section of the South China Sea. Ozhira finds herself alongside an ocean beach, near surprisingly similar remains of a sea battle. 40 or 50 of those cloned ships are foundered in shallow water, and one the beach are Wisconsin, Denver, and several escort Kansen that Ozhira doesn't recognize. Wisconsin waves forlornly at Ozhira. "....oh look, she caught you too. Hello, Ozzie."
Kukuru	An unfamiliar voice rings out, and Kukuru comes up from below the water again after tossing her last ship/submarine into the pile to take a moment and process all that. Her first instinct is to greet the strange girl in the bed of tentacles, but... The last time her first instinct was wrong, it ended up with a lot of dead people and even more hurt (that she actually cares about). When the girl speaks of the missing Task Force Bravo, that's enough to get Kukuru to step into another portal, reappear not far from where the girl is standing, then start wading towards her at a steady pace. "He-llo there. Do you know where they are?" Against her better judgment, she speaks. Kukuru's still not sure what her involvement with them is, after all, but she shows no signs of slowing down without getting some kind of answer first. Maybe. She might still keep approaching at a constant speed even after getting an answer, though, depending on what said answer is (especially in the context of Ozhira trying to bite right into the stranger). "Please answer quickly. We want to go home and take a break after all this, and it's been... Kind of a rough week." There's a barely friendly tone in there, mostly held back by just how tired she sounds.
Wisconsin	The young lady smiles at all three of the respondant to the alert, and then quirks her head as Ozhira's attempt at an ambush leads her to being ensnared as well. "Ah! Delightful. It DOES work on Multiversals. Just the sort of thing I was hoping to find out." She gets out a tablet and makes a note, before rolling over on her belly, resting on the tentacles in midair. "I suppose I should say hello. I'm Observer. Observer..." She pokes a finger at her cheek. "...We'll go with Alpha. Observer Alpha. And this is a Mirror Sea." She pats the top of the fog bank like it's a pet. "And I know exactly where TF Bravo are, they're in here, with uhhhh, well. Bits of you, I imagine." She looks at Ozhira, and then smiles at Kukuru. "Oh, yeah, I SAW that. Wisky looked all tore up. Like she got into a big fight and got thrashed. Did she? What was her response and reaction to losing like that? Gimme the details, if you could~" Alpha rolls around in the tentacles, smiling. This is clearly amusing and informative.
Ozhira	OUTER OZHIRA-- The beast seems perplexed by something, staring slightly past Observer with a slow-- almost laborious-- blink. Eventually, they let out a single syllable, a simple, "Ah." Going after her on her own territory didn't amount to much in the way of success. Their eyes shift towards Kukuru as she approaches Observer as well, then return their attention to the Siren proper. "We, do not know," is the creature's response. Leaning forward a bit, they insist, "Answer Kukuru. Before we hunt you." INNER OZHIRA-- The trap-jaw form of the Devourer snaps shut, unsatisfyingly, on nothing at all. It remains like that above the water, almost looking sheepish for missing so egregiously, for several moments. Eventually, the creature's form liquifies into something slimey and crimson. This slithers across the sea to the beach where it rises up into the familiar girl-shaped human disguise the Beast is so fond of. This one has a black tie. "We join," they state, "But we do not, understand." Head tilting back, Ozhira looks to the sky, "Prey was... Right above us. Now we are elsewhere?"
Kukuru	Noting (an) Ozhira's sudden disappearance and Observer Alpha's reaction seeming like she expected such a thing, Kukuru purses her lips slightly as she listens to her explanation patiently while still drifting forward. "The Mirror Sea... That's a pretty name, isn't it? Maybe we'll take a look around." She smiles politely, then straightens her tie out as she comes up face to face with the younger-looking lady. It's definitely not the usual friendly smile that Ozhira's seen before. "I'll let her explain once she's back. First things first, though..." Without further explanation, she reaches for Observer. Kukuru's fully expecting to get sent to wherever the first Ozhira went, but if she actually does manage to get a hold of her, she'll start squeezing down like an overtuned vice.
Wisconsin	INSIDE: The two Destroyer girls make way for Ozhira on the beach, as Wisky and Denver smile a bit. "Yeah, she's like that," says Denver, patting the sand. Wisky murmurs. "Welcome to the Mirror Sea, Ozzie. It's sort of... a pocket dimension. A warping of reality and time and space." She looks up at the sky... and now that you're looking for it, it's clear that the sky is just a pattern up above them, the clouds static and unmoving, the wind artificial, the sand slightly... not sandy enough. All of it is Slightly Off. "The Sirens use them to test us... test things, test everything. They like to test humanity and see we meet their lofty standards of... I don't know what, they're aliens." OUTSIDE: "Oh, this is just a testing area. A little happy space where the Sirens can do their work in peace and quiet and make sure that we're not bothered unless we want to be, and as you can see, I clearly Wanted to be bothered or e-lss-ggg." Kukuru's grip reaches Alpha, but just as her own grip is iron, so too are the tentacles of the Siren, Observer's many arms counter wrapping the 'Nice Lady'. But she's got a ways to go to fully match Kukuru's strength. "Hnnngf. I see you are slightly perturbed then, May I offer you a nice glass of pineapple whip to help you out? I-Ihnnng... The humans like to grow it on their islands. Very tasty, or so I've been told..." If she's at all concerned about dying here, she isn't showing it yet. Also Kukuru's managed not to cross the fogbank just yet.
Sleek Shimmer	"... A trial space." Shimmer concludes rather suddenly, a few moments after seeing Ozhira's part disappear somewhere in a strange surge of what feels very much like the power she just absorbed. "Power over space. An illusion barrier. That's what this fog is...!" The excalmation's matched with a sharp inhale as she suddenly bristles with a hint of hostility returned towards this Observer Alpha. Enter Kukuru! Though, unlike Kukuru, Shimmer doesn't go on the attack. "And who or what ARE you-- observing? You're messing with some people who really don't like to be screwed with, here..."
Kukuru	"So thaaaat's why you were out here... Thatmakes sense, mhm." Kukuru nods in complete/none understanding, pausing in her squeezing for an open-mouthed yawn. It's not actaully intentional, but doing so does reveal her sharklike teeth to both Observer and Shimmer alike! "Pineapple whip sounds alright... But after you bring Ozhi and everyone else in Bravo back, okay~?" Despite that upwards inflection on her voice, it doesn't really sound like a request so much as it's a demand. Kukuru doesn't seem too worried about those arms wrapping her up, either, as evidenced by her grip getting tighter and her expression getting noticeably more stiff even though she's just smiling politely the entire time. "If you wanted to test stuff, you should've just said so. Doing this kind of thing is bad, and it'll get you hurt if you're not careful.
Ozhira	OUTER OZHIRA-- The Beast lifts an arm while Kukuru puts the squeeze on Observer. A wad of--something--fires from her outstretched hand, trailing a fibrous cord. This sticks to the arm Kukuru is not currently using to squish the Siren. At the firing end, Ozhira's body is sort of...slurped into the cord, like jello through a straw. At the Kukuru end, the creature's body emerges once again, planting their feet in the water. Observer offers pineapple drinks, which goes right over Ozhira's head because they don't know what that is. What the Beast does, instead, is sort of... unzip their torso. From right shoulder to left hip, Ozhira's body just sort of splits open. Not enough to fully separate, but just enough for the gleam of too-many too-large teeth to be glimpsed. "What does it taste like?" comes the creature's ominous question, their eyes locked on the ensnared Observer. INNER OZHIRA-- The creature blinks slowly at the static, unchanging sky for a few moments, a little frown on their face. After a bit, they offer, "Research facility?" Their gaze turns downward, towards the Not-Sand Sand, "Then it is, time to break containment." From deep within their body comes that monstrous rumbling, rattling through the beach and across the waves; echolocating for anything out of place.
Wisconsin	OUTSIDE: "Oh, I observe EVERYTHING. All of it, Humanity, life, this world, plants animals, Kansen, all of it. That's my job, I'm a scientist~ leave it to my sisters to do all the DIRTY work of fighting..." A happy giggle at Shimmer. Alpha is now being squeezed and threatened by two monsters, and still she doesn't seem to treat this as a cause for concern. What's her problem? The slavering maw of Ozhira and the steel grip of Kukuru, both just elicit physical responses from the Siren, who twists the rest of herself as best she can. Those big cannons come around to point lazily at Ozhira's disjointed maw, and she casually fires... well. 'Casually' The girl is a battleship class creature, and it shows, as the main guns open fire, attempting to splatter Ozhira all over the ocean, even as she's being choked out by Kukuru. "Oh it's very sweet, syurpy sweet, all cold and st-stuff, you really ought to try it!" INSIDE: Wisky smiles at Ozhira, as the Monster starts to probe the Sea, and search for imperfections. "Oh, there's..." She points up at her drones, and then at bits of the sand. "...We're sitting on top of one of the exits, actually, but it's locked up tight until That Bitch lets us out. We tried to find..." The ecolocation starts up, and Wisky huffs. "Dammit, we should'a checked that. Hoel, remind me to bring one of the subs next time." The serious looking destroyer next to Ozhira rolls her eyes, and adjusts her wetsuit, shaking sand out of it as Ozhira kicks up the beach around herself. Wisky's right, there's imperfections in the... folds of whatever this is here, under the beach, right where Kansen would have trouble getting to it. But maybe not another sort of Monster.
Ozhira	OUTER OZHIRA-- The girl-shaped Beast is shot right in the...well, the mouth. The shell penetrates with a spray of crimson fluid, then bursts out the back in such a way that the creature's upper body blasts apart in all directions. Whatever reaction they might have had to Alpha's joke about flavoring is lost in the catastrophic eradication of Ozhira's upper torso. A secret held only by a pair of legs and countless quivering crimson chunks scattered across the water. The legs don't collapse, though. A tendril of crimson arcs up from the stump at their waist, swelling out, obtaining definition. The girl-like shape is starting to return. Each scattered giblet is-- doing the same thing. Stretching, expanding, standing up. Half-human, half-teeth Kronenbergian body horrors. As each one has recovered enough definition to become ambulatory, it leaps onto Observer Alpha-- still held in place by Kukuru's might-- and bites. All while the 'main body' regenerates. INNER OZHIRA-- "We have, broken containments before," the Beast explains to Wisconsin and her escorts. When the sand is kicked up and the imperfection is exposed, they circle around it a few times, observing it from all angles. After a moment, their form liquifies into scarlet sludge and sinks into the lock. They do not attempt to pass completely through, though. As it is folded over, their mass shoots off spines and then starts swelling, pushing against the mechanism to either destroy or even just expose it for the KAN-SEN's heavy weapons.
Kukuru	"A scientist, huh? That explains some things, but that still isn't giving them back to us." Kukuru explains with another weary noise, glancing at some of those tentacles still wrapped arund her other arm. Doing a bit of testing herself, she starts moving that arm in one direction while other holds Alpha out as far away from her as she can in the other direction, clearly a test of how much she might be able to stretch the Observer with... A normal person-length arm span. It's probably not a particularly great or even threatening test, all things considered. "I've had a lot of sweet food earlier today, but... Oh, dessert wouldn't be too bad after work, either. Speaking of..." Holding Alpha in place for Ozhira post-regeneration, she considers her options again before bringing her hands back together. "So where are the others, anyway? I don't like having to do this, but..." It takes her a little longer to actually show what she means as she stifles another yawn with her forearm, then places both hands on Alpha's shoulders (and away from Ozhira's mouth). Her fingers dig in, and then she starts casually pulling in opposite directions. "This would be a whole lot easier if you just told us where they were or what you wanted, you know?"
Sleek Shimmer	Ozhira becomes Ozgiblets in a nasty blast, and Shimmer... flinches. That was, in all honesty, one of the most disgusting things she's ever seen. It CONTINUES to be one of the most disgusting and nauseating things she's ever seen. Although she doesn't stagger or puke, watching Ozhira attempting to pull itself back together and continue to dogpile on Observer Alpha is certainly enough to make her LOOK like she very much wants to. A queasy shudder runs through her from top to bottom and she finally swallows hard and shakes her head to clear it. "Are you going to let those captives out any time soon or do I need to get creative with you? It's so rare that I run into anyone who's willing to TALK..."
Wisconsin	INSIDE: The 'lock' is a seam in cognition, the edge of one field of the Sea pressed too tightly against another, and while it is a metaphysical 'lock', it's still a weakness, and Ozhira is good at Weaknesses. The Monster wedges itself against the edges... and starts to push and pry and press itself into the gap, working it apart, exposing the sand over the top of it... Enough for Wisky to smile, and shift up to her feet. "Back up, girls. I got this." She shifts and manifests her rigging, still looking slightly singed and scorched from the other night. She's otherwise no worse for wear, at least. "Just hold it open and I'll get it!" She floats up and away... angles her guns forward, and starts opening fire on the weak point. This would hurt Ozhira, if Ozhira cared. INSIDE/OUTSIDE: Because the moment any of the actual fabric of the Mirror Sea is rent open, the whole thing unravels and pops like a waterskin. The fog dissipates, and the whole of TF Bravo and... well, bits of Ozhira fall into the waters off of New Prosper. The wrecked ships do not. The ship girls get upright and floating over the water... Only for Kukuru and Outside Ozhira to attempt to rip and bit and taste at Alpha. "Honestly, you three are getting really upset and it's not a very good vibe around here, an- Ah, really?" She wilts a bit, and any resistance she had to what Kukuru was up to just... wilts. And in an instant, she's torn asunder. Bits and bolts and tentacles and everything all go every which way, and Observer Alpha dies a messy, awful terrible de- oh wait those bits are all trying to digitize and evaporate, maybe not. The girl's disembodied voice huffs. "You are all quite a bit more resourceful than I thought, Though, I suppose underestimating Multiversals is how Wisky and Yorktown got so beat up, isn't it? Aooooohhhhh ho ho ho ho~" Of course she's got an Oujo-Laugh, wherever she is now.
Ozhira	INSIDE OZHIRA-- The Beast, exposing the Mirror Sea's weakness for Wisconsin's guns, is blasted into pieces. Reality resolves the discrepancy and chunks of the Devourer splatter in the water all about. Unlike when they were shot by Observer, though, these chunks just kind of...slither back together, producing the creature's pulsating biomass for a moment before this condenses and resolves itself into Ozhira's completed human disguise. Which puts them once again in the same dimensional plane as... OUTSIDE OZHIRA-- The creature's upper torso has fully recovered itself just in time for Alpha's body to be ripped apart by Kukuru. They blink slowly as wreckage scatters, then their eyes close and they offer a wide sharktoothed smile. It's not even the Disaster Smile that Ozhira is somewhat (in)famous for, but something earnest and genuine. The ambulatory, mutated chunks of their body dart about like rats, chomping on scattered Observer components until they disappear. Seemingly dejected, these parts of the Devourer start returning to the main body, where they sort of just... press into the human-shaped Ozhira's legs and disappear into the mass. While this happens, this Ozhira raises an arm to wave towards Whiskey, her escorts, and the returning duplicate of Ozhira-- who waves back. Each Ozhira turns to her right-- one towards Kukuru, the other towards Wisconsin. At the same time, they both ask, "What happens now? We think, she will appear again, sometime."
Kukuru	"They're family. Of course I'd be upset if you took them like that." Kukuru comments with an irritated throat noise, perking up only after the fog fades and she sees some familiar faces! Also, some familiar pieces. It doesn't distract her long enough to not tear Alpha in half, though, but she doesn't look all that worried about the Observer's physical state nor all the digitized bits. "... Oh, you can stay alive like that, too. That's useful, then." Kukuru replies to the oujo-laughing Observer with a slow nod towards thin air, nudging some of the fading pieces towards the Ozhira-bits while they're still trying to collect. Seeing all those digitizing pieces gives her a reason to check on the stuff she jammed into her pockets waaay before, too, just to see if they're still there or not. Either way, though, she floats on over to the Ozhira bits to help nudge them towards the main body, then rejoins them and Bravo with a relieved sigh and the first genuine smile any of them have probably seen from her today. "You're all okay, then? Didn't get too hurt or anything?" Just in case, she's going to pump some of those healing nanites into them anyway. "What's next... Um. I dunno. It sounded like she'd be coming back to do more research, mhm. Or her sisters, maybe." She replies with a weary noise, sinking into the water and just letting herself float on her back while staring at the sky. "How long have you all been fighting them, Wisky? Do they just do this sort of thing normally?"
Sleek Shimmer	Shimmer FEELS the Mirror Sea buckling a good few moments before it actually does, and the sensation has her crouching down ready to zoom off in any direction... though she doesn't, when it finally pops and people start reappearing in reality. She's quick to regain her composure and stand up straight again though, eyes mostly on the disipating Observer... who doesn't seem to be all that bothered at dissipating. "...Huh?" Not a darned thing happening out here today's making any sense AT ALL, from start to finish. It's only Alpha's disinterest in Ozhira despite the attempts to eat her alive that has kept Shimmer calm... but now things have gone far past strange. She ends up briefly staring at Kukuru. A 'do you have ANY idea what this is about' stare if ever there was one.
Wisconsin	The rock in Kukuru's pocket... is still there, as are the wrecked hulls of the copied ships in the bay. So not everything turned into digital dust. Ozhira manages to snag a few bites of Alpha on her way out. Though they are ephemeral and unsatisfying, like eating asbestos flavored cotton candy. Wisconsin and Hoel and Denver all sort of mill around a bit, until Wisky is called out. "This is what they do, yeah. Launch attacks on ports and make us fight them and then sometimes... that." She waves at the water. That sea was pretty flimsy though, and it feels like she woulda let us out if she got bored and no one came to rescue us." Denver and Hoel wave to Shimmer, before starting to police up the corpses of the ships, getting out tow ropes and moving them away from the entrance to the bay. Hoel peeks over at Ozhira-s though. "...did you need to eat one of these, after getting shot like that?"
Ozhira	Each microzhira who manages to bite what's left of Alpha eventually spits it out. The Beast craves flesh, blood, and bone. It has little appetite for things that taste so artificial. Eventually the creature has fully reconstituted with some urging by Kukuru amidst their constituent parts.. Hoel addresses the two Ozhiras as they approach one another. Right before her eyes, the twin Beasts just sort of...walk into one another, and there is now only one Ozhira with little more than a slight ripple over their shape. Only after this does the Beast glance Hoel's way, "No. We are, fine. Thank you." The destroyer gets a little nod as well for that. The Beast then swivels their head, taking in the surroundings. The destroyed MP ships being pulled slowly out of the way, the sad and professional Kukuru, and the bewildered Sleek Shimmer. Their head tilts somewhat, regarding the foxgirl, but they say nothing.
Kukuru	Shimmer gets a shake of Kukuru's head in response. It doest' even seem like Kukuru's completely there mentally, either, distracted as she is with fussing over the Bravo squad. "That sounds like a hassle... Why can't they just ask for good times to fight like good kids?" Kukuru asks with another weary noise, apparently having a somewhat strange view of what constitutes 'good' in this case. "Then nobody would've gotten upset in te first place. They'll have to learn eventually, I guess..." Almost as if sensing Ozhira's earlier disappointment, Kukuru fishes a take-out container from her pocket and pops it open, holding it out to the twin Ozhiras (that become a single soon after). "This is how Ozhi is. Don't worry, they're friendly." She reassures Hoel with a light smile even while waving them over to partake. It's bloody, it's chunky, and Kukuru can't resist snagging a piece for herself while it's there. Just the one, at least. The rock, meanwhile, will be left with Wisconsin and co. after making sure they're all back home safely. Kukuru's not going to know what to do with it, after all, so she'll leave it to those with the best odds of figuring it out!