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5286/Adventures In Cooking

2017-06-01T21:04:11Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2017/06/01
|Location=The Great Ocean
|Synopsis=Cooking with Katze.
|Cast of Characters=782, 930
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     There was a brief stay in a detention center after barging through the portal. Naturally. They called it a 'debriefing', but it wasn't particulary nice. It was only for a few hours though.     Later, they've been released, though confined to the military quarters. Ashley and Golden have found their way to the mess hall of course, with the veemon saying he smells barbecue from that direction. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden and Katze were left with Ashley, likely she claimed to be taking care of the gabumon too, while Katze keeps recording everything and at a point, threatened to post it online... that only lasted a few moments thankfully.      The pair is allowed to return to the detention center and roam after a bit, wanting to catch up with the other two, and they meet at the mess hall entrance. "Ashley!, Golden!" the gabumon yips, hugging them. 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     Ashly oofs as she gets hug-tackled by the Gabumon. "You're a bit heavier than you look, Alden!" The gabumon probably smells it too. The faint smell of barbecued meat. But the mess hall is empty now, and no evidence of the meals that were served. There's a TV mounted on a wall, tuned to a cooking channel. The show is talking about making salads.     Golden snorts. "Salads? That's not a salad. There's not enough sliced hamsteak or ribs in it." Apparently Golden's idea of a salad involves just meat. He grumps and stalks off to the adjoining kitchen. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden chuckles, "Sorry." he offers, slurping Ashley's chin, while Katze giggled, calling him a puppy. The digimon calms down and follows the pair to the kitchen, sniffling loudly and blinking, "Trust me Golden, humans and other people like weird stuff... some never eat meat at all." he says, shuddering at the thought. 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     Golden makes a racket in the kitchen, pulling things out from the refridgerator. "We'll cook our own food!"     Ashley looks really uncertain about this. "You exploded a grill last time you tried that." She quietly ushers Katze and Alden into the kitchen to try and stop Golden's attempt at cooking, wiping her face clean of gabumon slobber.     "I didn't know you weren't supposed to put the whole bottle of lighter fluid in." Golden retorts, eying a package of bacon. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' The gabumon is quick to enter the kitchen, and join the would-be chef, "Do you know how to use these things?, my tamer did teach me a bit, but the kitchen did not look like this one." he muses, rubbing his chin and moving to inspect the stoves, sniffing the air for the scent of food, "Are you sure it's ok if we make our own food?" 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     Ashley uhs... "Isn't it weird there's like... nobody around, Golden?" Echoing Alden's own thoughts. She's putting some of the food away, as Golden has scattered it about.     Golden tries to reassure Alden. "It's fine, Ashley knows how to use this stuff! She's a human right?"     Ashley ughs. "My mom and me were homeless, Golden. We didn't /have/ things like this to cook with. It was campfires." Oooh, candybar. Ashley pockets that one. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden moves to the stove, and tries to search for something to light the fire, somehow managing to light the burners, "I got this to work!" he says in triumph, Katze moves closer and begins barking... mewing? instructions, "I know all of this! I saw a lot of cooking shows... and learned how to do kitchen stuff too." she proclaims, asking for food, ingredients, and doing random comments on the progress with some fake british accent. 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     Ashley looks at Katze with a curious or slightly confused expression. Where did the little robot learn all that kind of language? She busies herself by helping Alden and Golden reach things that the shorter digimon can't, listening to Katze's instructions. She didn't know how to cook in a kitchen either, so... new experiences! New things learned! Adventures in /cooking/. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden just blinks as well, he never heard Katze talk like that, tilting his head, while she makes some comment about the way poor Golden was handling some bacon on the pan. It was almost silly, especially with the thick accent she tried to put on, something about pigs and messes. Alden just focuses on preparing things to be cooked, figuring it might be easier!. Yet, after clumsily cutting some things to mix, the littlest chef pads closer, criticizing the sloppy work. "If you are so good, why are you just talking instead of helping?" he asks, smiling. Katze just huffs, "Because I am the chef, I suppervise!." comes the answer. At least Ashley's work seems safe. 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     Ashley laughs. "Wow, total personality switch, huh Alden?" She's talking about Katze of course, carefully cutting some steak as instructed. Not too used to using a cutting board and knife, so the young woman is being careful to not add pieces of her fingers to the steak.     Golden grumbles at Katze's rude comments. "This would be easy if I was using a campfire!" And then when Katze's back is turned, an uncooked piece of bacon is flung at the shinki. If Katze turns around, Golden tries his best to look innocent. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Unfortunately or Golden, shinkies are combat robots! (of a sort) and she had good hearing!, so the shinki manages to duck from the errant piece of meat, glaring at Golden, and trying to pick up a tomato!. The piece of cold meat does hit something unfortunately, poor Ashley, who was focused on cutting the meat!. Alden just begins to chuckle loudly. 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     The tomato ends up stuck on Golden's nose horn, making him look ridiculous. He glares at Katze as he removes it, not breaking eye-contact as he takes a huge bite from the fruit and chews it slowly.     Ashley acks, fortunately not hurting herself with the knife. "Why are we throwing food?" She asks with a quiet anger. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' The gabumon laughs loudly, forgetting he was handling some spicy things with his naked hands. That won't be pretty. Katze meanwhile tries to play innocent, pointing at poor Golden, "He did it!" she begins, "He as bad at throwing bacon as he is cooking it!" she says, before giggling loudly, moving closer to the poor Veemon, "Sorry... I did not mena to make you mad." she finalyl says, eyes closing. Aaand, cute a scream from a gabumon about his eyes burning, trying to wash them with anything on hand. 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     Ashley uuuuuuhs at Alden, and hoists the gabumon up with a grunt into the large basin of the kitchen sink, turning on the cool water over the gabumon. "You rubbed paprika in your eyes, didn't you?" She says as she helps the digimon wash the spice out.     Golden looks dumbfounded at poor Alden, and moves over to sniff what Alden was working with. Which is also a mistake. "AAAAH! It's in my nose! It burns! AAAHHH!" 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Teh digimon whimpers, flailing cutely as he is helped into the kitchen sink, letting out a sigh of relief from the cold water, trying to rub the spice out, "It was some red long thingy!, Katze said it was spicy." he explains. Poor, poor Golden ends up with some spicy things lodged in his snout, while Katze gets a brilliant idea, grabbing a cup of milk, "Here! dip your nose in this!" she offers, well, she did hear milk helps with burns like that!. 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     With a powerful sneeze, Golden dislodges the diced pepper from his snout, and blows the cup of milk and bits of pepper all over poor Katze, who is trying to help.     Ashley sighs and looks around at the mess. She squints as if trying to remember something. "What were we making anyway, Katze?" 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Katze falls over, now stuck with bits of pepper, and now milk all over, growling cutely, "Feel better at least?" she mumbles to poor Golden, while Alden slowly sits up, seeming a bit relieved now, "Thank you, Ashley." he mumbles, soaked to the bone. The question from the human, "Just beef with pepper!, for empanads or fajitas!" she explains happily. 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     Golden sneezes a few more times, aiming /away/ from Katze this time. It takes a little bit for the irritation to go away. Afterwards he rubs his nose with a paper towel. "Yeah, thanks Katze."     Ashley ahs at Katze, trying Alden off as best as she can with a dish towel. "You're welcome Alden." Then to Katze. "Should we try again before the adults come back and see the mess we've made?" 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Katze looks around, wriggling herself, "That, or we pick who to blame!" she says, "I choose alden, since he is stuck in the sink." she says with a giggle. Before Alden can protest she shakes her head, "We should try again,a nd clean afterwards." 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     When Alden is as dry as Ashley can manage, she does her best to hoist the digimon back onto the kitchen floor. "Yeah, that sounds good. I'm getting kind of hungry from the smell of all the bacon cooking."     Golden uhs. "Maybe I should leave the cooking to you guys. I can start cleaning?" He suggests. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden pats Ashley's side, deciding a hug is a bad idea, and moves to finish chopping out stuff for the mixture!. Katze does help for a change, helping combine the meat around in a bowl with the spices and oil and other stuff, "I think it's ready for the pan!" 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     Ashley puts the stuff Alden chopped into the pan along with the sliced steak, smiling as the smell of the cooking meat and vegetables fills the kitchen. "Wow, that smells /good/, Katze." She pats the shinki and pets Alden as well. Golden peers over the edge of the counter at the steaming pan, practically drooling at how good it smells. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden wags his wet tail happily, moving to stand next to Golden, "Are you ok?" he asks wiht a bit of concern, peering to the pan as well, licking his lips. Katze seems pleased with the praise, purring in delight, and moving to help prepare the rest of the needed things, "Glad you like it!" 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     Ashley listens to Katze's instructions on how long to cook, sticking her tongue out in concentration. When the shinki gives the say so, Ashley removes it from the heat and puts it into some bowls for the digimon and herself. "Oh... do you eat, Katze?" She asks as she hands bowls to Alden and Golden. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Katze smiles and shakes her head, producing some odd can of jelly, "Nah, I don't, but it still like the smell!" the kitty shinki says, purring and moving closer, producing a can of... something, "I like these instead." she says, "Don't think they are safe for anything else to eat them tho." she says. Alden seems very eager, almost snatching the bowl away, "Thank you." 
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5275/Through The Breach

2017-05-25T20:00:51Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2017/05/25
|Location=The Great Ocean
|Synopsis=Golden, Alden, and companions enter the mysterious portal that opened in Newport 1800.
|Cast of Characters=782, 930
|pretty=yes
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     The hole between worlds remained stable in Newport 1800, and the Japanese government has begun building a great quarantine area around it, construction crews working around the clock to complete the no-man's land. The beginnings of guard towers and fortress walls, all aimed at keeping whatever emerges from the portal to the digital world from escaping. Around the breach itself, a sort of staging area has been built, likely in preparation for expeditions into whatever lies beyond. Security is heavy, and that Tyrannomon has been enlisted to help keep the city safe. Outside experts have been called too.     Including other digimon, from a variety of digital worlds. While there is distrust on the part of the Defense force, given the destruction wrought by the feral Coredramon, it's clear to the government that digimon are as varied as people.     Golden and Ashley are walking around with a tour group comprised of humans and a hanful of digimon. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden was not quite an 'expert' but given his position as ambassador of his own digital realm... and curiosity about what might happen with the newly formed portal, meant he and Katze visited often!. He was fond of the big dinosaur, honestly, and Even Katze had to admit the Tyranomon was cool. That Golden and his tamer were around was a huge bonus!.      The pair were taking another one of their rounds in the area, just to check how everything was going, the gabumon on his fluffy, quadruped shape, padding around with a cat eared Shinki on his head, being silly and trying to make him do tricks, whenever they stopped. 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     Ashley and Golden part ways with the tour group after spotting Katze and Alden, loitering around their friends. Ashley can't resist petting the floofy digimon, wearing a broad grin on her face. "Hey Alden! Hey Katze! How've you guys been?"     Golden makes a silly face at Alden, just behind Ashley. "What's new, guys?" 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' The garurumon is indeed fluffy, despite the somewhat scary looks, and he lets his tongue hang out whenever someone rubs his chin or pets him just the righ way, leaning into Ashley's touch with a wag of that long, fuzzy, ropey tail of his, momentarily lost on the petting. Katze meantime giggles at the reaction, "Alden went to save people on a ship the other day!" she says cheerfully. Poor Alden seems to react at the silly face, blushing a bit and shaking his had, "I... we have been ok!, just relaxing, except for one or two things, just checking to see how everything was going!" 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     The veemon flops down next to Alden and Katze, and pulls sandwiches out of the small insulated backpack he's been wearing, offering one to Alden. "Ham, turkey, and bacon, with cheese!" He explains. Looks like the sandwich may be a bit heavy on the bacon.     Ashley takes a seat on the paved walkway too, looking at the swirling portal. "I wonder what's in there. Is it one of the Digital Worlds that digimon are from?" 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden makes sure to slurp Golden's cheek (and face) in revenge fo the silly faces, before delicately snagging a sandwich, quickly devouring it, "It's good!" he says after he swallows, certainly not minding the extra meat in it. The big fluffy wolf beast settles next to Ashley, while Katze takes a spot on the tamer's lap, "Well, I figure it must be one, I saw the Tyranomon adn the other one come from it." he says. 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:''' F    Golden made the sandwiches how he likes them, and digimon like eating meat and meat products. So it isn't too surprising that another digimon doesn't mind the extra bacon.     Ashley hmmmmms... "We should hop in and see what it's like!" She plucks Katze off her lap and gives the Maochao a spot on her shoulder before dashing off towards where the staging area is. TGolden stops mid-chewing as his tamer takes off, internally debating whether or not to run after her or finish his sandwich. He opts for... both. He stuffs the mostly intact sandwich in his mouth, barely chewing, and gulping down the whole thing. Then he grabs the backpack and takes off after Ashley. "Woah, hey! Wait up! I've only got these stubby legs!" 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' The bigger digimon chuckles as Ashley takes off with Katze on tow, the Maochao just mewling and purring happily, cheering her! The wolf moves next to Golden, lowering his head, "Climb on, it'll be faster." he says with a grin, before chasing the eager human. 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     The guards aren't quite sure what to do. Civilians aren't exactly allowed to visit the portal staging area. They stop the young woman and the shinki, naturally. Not /aggressively/ so, as it's a kid. "Ma'am, you're not allowed past."     Ashley hadn't thought this through. "Uh.... I just wanted to see the portal up close?"     "Ma'am, we don't know how dangerous it is, so only authorized personnell are allowed closer."     Golden whoos and hops onto Alden's back, glad to have the help. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden does not mind carrying his friend at all!, wagging his tail and happily bounding to catch up with Ashley. He tries to smile to the guards, "It's ok, we are with them, we will keep them safe." he tries to reassure them... of course, smiling might be a bit scary, with all those sharp ends. 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     The guards aren't budging on this. But one of them does call their CO on the radio.     Golden uhs. "We should think about this, Ashley. I mean... if we do go through, how do we get back?" Golden is trying to make a point about hopping through unknown portals.     Ashley seems to think about this. "We can figure that out once we're there, right?" Talk about the tamer and digimon having similar personalities. Ashley is more impulsive than Golden is, but maybe that's due to age and experiences?     Ashley ducks under the reach of the guards and makes a break for the breach.     Golden just curses and urges Alden to follow their partners. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' The garurumon is not a horse!, buuut, he likes Golden and is content to do as told, muttering a quick apology to the poor guards and jumping around any barriers to keep up with the eager Ashley, "Hey, wait for us!, do not go alone!" he barks. 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     Alarms sound as the soldiers spot the young woman running towards the portal. Nobody's really talked about protocol for this sort of thing; they'd always assumed that things would be trying to break /out/ of the breach.     Ashley gives a quick pause and a glance backwards to make sure that Alden and Golden are following, before diving through the breach. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' The wolf tries to keep up of course, almost bumping into Ashley as he charges through, shouting apologies as he bypasses the guards. 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     Through the breache the quartet go then...     This new digital world is both familiar and alien to the digimon. There is the impression of incomprehensible vastness, a tree atop an infinite mountain, whose branches grow ever outward. Whose leaves are the many landmasses and locals of this digital world. The portal they've emerged from is wreathed by branches from this world tree.     Ashley is just on the other side, standing awestruck by the vista before her. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Skids to a stop, claws dragging on the ground as he just remains silent, watching the wonderful view around him, certainly new to him!, yet he does look back to the 'portal' if only to see if the portal seemed open from their side, "It's... amazing." 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     Golden takes in the view too, awestruck. "... It's a Yggdrasil, I think? A World Tree right?"     Ashley just says "It's so beautiful." 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden looks back at Golden like he is speaking in chinese or something, "World... tree?" he asks, tilting his head, "What is that?" he muses, looking over his shoulder at the Veemon. Katze just takes pictures of the area, and everyone else's awestruck faces. 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     The apparent time is sunset, judging from the rosy golden haze permeating the horizon. One can see the distant lights of other leaf-continents starting to show, much like stars would be in the sky.     "Er... in my world, Yggdrasil was the supercomputer responsible for managing the digital world. Here... it seems to just keep everything together." Golden explains, hopping down from Alden.     The familiar parts of this particular leaf-continent are the meat trees and meat plants, and the digimon glimpsed in the distance. However, other near leaf-continents do not have digimon on them, but instead harbor other orphaned digital realms that have emerged as the multiverse natives have reconnected their local information networks to the larger multiverse network.     Ashley finally shakes off the dumbstruck awe that seeing the network of realms in a physical form has inspired. "Look!" She points at some more distant 'branches' that look like they're harboring seeds of some sort. "I wonder if they contain places like the leaves?" She wonders aloud. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' The wolf sits on his haunches, straining to see in the distance, "Ah, I see!" he says, "I don't recall ever hearing about that thing back home." he muses, one paw trying to rub his chin, looks... silly. He wags his tail, and moves to examine one of the nearby meat plants, while Katze complains about him trying to eat. "Just checking!" he protests. The question about further branches gets him to look back at her, "Well, i can carry you all and fly around a bit, but this feels like a more serious expedition." 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     Ashley pouts. "But it's so beautiful!"     Golden says quickly. "We only brought sandwiches, Ashley. We'd need water and other things if we wanted to come back." He's trying to get his tamer to see reason. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' The big wolf nods, offering a lick on Ashley's cheek, "Maybe we can prepare for next time?, water... just in case, some food, sleeping bags, everything!" 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     Ashley considers it. "Welll... I definitely want my baseball bat if we're going exploring... so I guess we should go back."     Golden breathes a sigh of relief. "I hope they don't shoot us when we go back..." 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' The big wolf noses Ashley's cheek at that, before glancing to Golden, "Want me to go first?" he asks, "Or maybe Ashley should go first..." 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     Golden uhs. "I... don't know? Maybe we should go in at the same time?"     Ashley grins. "We're off to see the Wizard?" 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Katze laughs, catching the reference, but Alden just tilts his head... and scratches it. "Well, all together at once it is!" he says, nuzzling both Golden and Ashley, "Want me to carry you?" 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     Golden shakes his head. "I'm fine, thanks Alden."     And they walk through the portal to see... lots of armed soldiers pointing guns at them. "Oh, it's just that girl and her friends who ran through." There's a moment where the soldiers don't put the guns down. Possibly waiting to see if anything follows the four of them through. But after that tense handful of seconds, the soldiers relax. "You're all in some trouble you know." says one of the guards they'd rushed past. 
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5208/Easter Eggs

2017-04-17T18:22:47Z

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|Location=Spring
|Synopsis=Digieggs appear mysteriously in a rural community.
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     It was the day after Easter in the idyllic community of Scarborough Fair. Downtown consisted of the post office, a nicely kept town square, a few stores run by local families, and cobblestones. The city wakes to find that it has an egg problem. They're about six inches in length, colorfully decorated. They've largely turned up around the colorful Easter display in the town square, and has attracted a crowd this early as people are wondering what's happened.     Ashley and Golden had wandered into town, and are curious about the gathering. "Wonder what's going on over there, Golden?" 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden and Katze decided to hang out with Golden, after all, he is the gabumon's friend, and he always likes excuses to just roam around, be lazy, and perhaps ignore his responsibilities!. He even brought some snacks for the other digimon, a nice bundle of bacon strips, chewing on his own.      Alden looks around at the question, noticing the gathering, "Is this related to that Easter thing?" he muses, seems to be a colorful display near the group after all. 

:'''{{#var:968|Nicky (968)}} has posed:''' Easter was a crap day, just like any other day was a crap day, because people just were crap at home. Which was part of the reason Nicky had left there. Still, this fluffy plush place was nice..... or rather...TOO nice. Which was why she brought a rifle in .308 Winchester. Not the most fancy one, but it worked well, especially for small game. But then...     Egg problem?! Who the hell egged an entire town? But then she spotted two known faces in the crowd. Grabbing the Winchester Model 70 lightly and resting its barrel on the shoulder she closed in on the trio of Quartet, a dry smile on the face. "If this is easter, the bunny was late." 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     The townsfolk are a bit... on edge. Things like this just don't happen in Scarborough Fair. The old man in the crowd said so. There's a reason there's hardly any teenagers in the crowd; nothing ever happens here, and they move on to bigger cities with sights and excitement. Parents are holding their childrens' hands to keep them safe from the unknown eggs. A pall of fear and uncertainty has settled in.     When the strange quintet starts speaking, a few people at the back of the crowd look back at the two humans, two weird monsters, and the tiny robot, looking more confused. "Maybe the strangers know what's going on!" shouts one, pointing squarely at the newcomers. This raises a bit of an alarm as the bewildered mob starts closing in and deluging them with questions.     "Did you do this?"     "You're monsters!"     "What kind of devil puppet is that?""     "Protect the girls from the creatures!" There's attempts to pull Ashley and Nicky away from the little group, and threatening motions are made at Alden, Golden, and Katze.     Ashley protests as a middle-aged man grabs her by the arm in a misguided attempt to protect the young woman. "Hey! Let go! Golden!"     The veemon starts after Ashley but is rebuffed by the mob that's rapidly becoming ugly. "Let go of my friend!" He shouts as he's man-handled. "You'll regret it if you don't!" 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' The Gabumon is a bit unerved when the crowd suddenly turned on him, having flashbacks to the reaction of humasn back home, at least at first, "We are not dangerous!... well, at least, not me or Golden, can't speak for her." he says, playfully pointing to Nicky, before shaking his head. He lets out a growl once he sees them trying to grab Ashley, moving for her, while Katze hissed, "I'm not a devil puppet!." she protests, "Even if that sounds cool." 

:'''{{#var:968|Nicky (968)}} has posed:''' Nicky responds to the tries to pull her away the way anyone with a gun on the shoulder should do: use the butt of the rifle to 'gently' tap onto the first hand, then spin around. "Fingers off! I know well enough how to deal with 'em, and yes, I wouldn't call it particularly safe to mess with somebody having a damned rifle in the hand you hillibillies!" she leashes out to the townfolk, roughly aiming the gun at one. "Now, we have an understanding?! Comeon, let's go egg Whacking." 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     The sudden brandishing of a gun gives the mob serious pause, looking at Nicky with a variety of expressions. Some with shock, others a scowl, and still more that seem to be coming out of a daze at realizing what they'd been about to do. They stop pushing, shoving, and being belligerent. Apologies get mumbled towards the new people in town. Ashley gets let go, and asked if she's alright.     So distracted by the newcomers they were that they did not notice the children, now unattended, had swarmed the strange eggs. They're curious, and examining them. "Are they Easter eggs?" 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden is a bit on edge, and appreciates Nicky's help resolving it, even if... it might have been a bit violent. The digimon moves to check on poor Ashley, and offers what he hopes is just a friendly smile to the people, "No harm done." he tells the people apologizing, sniffing the air again adn looking around, "Maybe we should check those eggs." he quickly suggests, moving around to get closer. Katze beats him to it, jumping and weaving through the people, looking back at the children, "Hey, careful!, we are not sure what they are!" the small, toy sized cat girl says. 

:'''{{#var:968|Nicky (968)}} has posed:''' "My Guess? Raptor eggs you mad lot. Can't you see that? You'll deserve to be eaten by them for poking them. My suggestion: smacking 'em." Nicky responds, clearly angry, aiming the gun upwards. 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     Golden finally gets a look at the eggs. "No, those are digitama- er... digimon eggs. They're pretty harmless."     The mob is still a bit confused and more than a few of them wonder where the eggs came from though. 

:'''{{#var:968|Nicky (968)}} has posed:''' Nicky snorts and eyes Golden, then the crowd, then the eggs again. "So, what to do? Want to bag 'em? Or whack 'em?" 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     To the surprise of everybody present, the eggs start hatching, releasing adorable baby digimon that draw the happy smiles of the children. The adults are a bit dubious about it.     Golden has to explain that they're baby digimon and that they'll be just fine as long as they're taken care of.     To Nicky's question. "Uh, yeah, I guess we ought to round them up and take them to the digimon villages I know about." He explains. "They're sitting ducks here." Meanwhile, Ashley is feeding the little adorable things some of the beef jerky in her pocket. One of the clever buggers figures out it's in the pocket of her hoody and climbs inside to devour the entire bag- including the bag. 
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5170/Mini-Kaiju Rumble

2017-04-02T18:59:21Z

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|Date of Scene=2017/03/30
|Location=The Great Ocean
|Synopsis=Digimon emerge in a busy metropolis and cause problems!
|Cast of Characters=782, 930
|pretty=yes
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{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     Newport 8100 is actually a Japanese city, built on an artificial island and representing a technophiliac near-future world with towering skyscrapers and multilevel streets. Communications technology is integrated deeply into every aspect of life, making Newport City a powerful nexus of the real world and digital world. At present the city is in chaos due to the widespread disruption of communication services. The eBillboards on the sides of buildings, buses and other things are flickering omniously in the stark darkness of the city's twilight.     With a burst of light and digital glyphs, two digimon materialize, barreling out together in combat. They're massive things about the size of two city buses. One is a reddish orange with black stripes and green back spikes, resembly a tyrannosaurus rex. The other is a deep blue with white markings and wings, much more draconic in appearance. The more dragon-like one rises first, taking to the air. With a terrifying roar, the Tyrannomon belches a series of fiery blasts at the airborn Coredramon. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden was grateful for the coordinates, he was still makign sense of all the changes from the huge... thing months ago!. He takes no chances, bringing Katze, his cards and his D-Ark, he even arrives already in his Garurumon x form, the large, fluffy, fierce looking thing running full tilt to the source of the disturbance!.      He growls as he recognizes at least one of the digimon species, "Why it wouldn't be a Monzaemon, or a Marine angemon... or a Cutemon." he mumbles outloud. He helps Katze out, and approaches the land creature first, "Hey!, stop that! you will hurt innocent people!" he tries first. 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     The people of Newport 8100 are trying to get to safety, but it is proving difficult just because of how intermittant the lighting situation is right now. The portal that the two adult digimon emerged from has not closed either, threatening more emergences and continued disruption of the city's digital networks. The Tyrannomon's fire blasts punch twisted melted holes in the side of a skyscraper as the Coredramon flies upwards to escape the hot flaming pain.     The Tyrannomon snaps around to stare at Alden, unfamiliar with the X species, and lumbers towards the Garurumon X, looking more curious than hostile at the moment. "... What?" 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden tries his best to hide the surprise to see the 'friendly/not inmediatly try to nuke the enemy' approach work that well, instead sitting down and trying his darndest to look friendly. He does not look too much like a garurumon, no stripes, different fur colors... fluffy, so not surprised a digimon might be confused!.      The fluffy wolf nods a few times, "Hi!, did not mean to order you around, but... you are in the middle of a city now, you might hurt a lot of people if you keep fighting here." he tries. Meanwhile, Katze watches from aside, a bit dissapointed that the fire breathing dinosaur is engaged in conversation. "If this was some anime, they'd be blasting at eachother on sight." she comments to a poor, panicked bystander. 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     The Tyranomon sticks its big red snout almost touching Alden and sniffs a few times, trying to figure out what this weird Garurumon is. "... You're not a Garurumon?"     And then with panicked screams from the bystanders, who are pointing upwards, the Coredramon reappears, diving straight for the Tyranomon, mouth wreathed with blue fire. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden does not mind the curiosity!, he is curious about the dinosaur too, sniffing back, "I'm kinda one!" he says, "You are a Tyranomon, right?" he says, wagging his tail. Welp, if this situation ended like this, he would be a happy...      Cue the strike of the other digimon, "Watch out!" he calls, growling back at the diving Coredramon, and actually runing to try to get in between the two, which might involve the poor, leaning Tyranomon finding himself with a wolf on his back. His own snout glows with blue flames, "Stop the fight!" he snarls outloud, "Or at least, let's finish this elsewhere!" he tries. 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     So the Tyranomon has a Garurumon X on his back suddenly. He arcs his neck back as much as he can to see what Alden is talking about.     The Coredramon bellows a defiant roar and unleashes a laser-like beam of eye-watering brightness at both Alden and the Tyranomon. The heat of this attack is pretty intense. The Tyranomon barks out just one word before the attack strikes. "Feral!" 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' The Garurumon snarls at the beam, "Katze!" he manages to growl, before doing something kind of dumb, brave!, selfless!, but dumb. He actually charges up against the beam. There is a flash of light covering his frame, and thankfully, he manages to evolve to his perfect (or ultimate, if in the states) shape, metal covered hands in front of him in a blocking motion. Stage differences or not, it was not a good idea, the attack sending Alden to the ground, snarling about his paws being on fire. 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     The Coredramon lands with a dull thump a bit away from Alden. By now, most of the city's denizens have managed to get away. Only the foolhardy remain, hoping their smart phones will work just long enough to take a photo of the battle. There's a gleam in the red eye of the Coredramon as it regards the Weregarurumon X, tail flicking dangerously. It rears its head back to prepare to unleash a gout of blue flame at Alden.     There's a rapid set of thuds as the Tyranomon gets his feet under him and starts charging towards the feral Coredramon. "Watch out!" The reddish digimon is returning Alden's favor, it seems.     What happens next is uncertain; the Coredramon's blue flare breath can flay the textures right off a digimon, the Tyranomon's wild buster could knock the Coreframon off-target. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' For better or worse, it seems Alden is unharmed, beyond feeling like he dunked his paws in hot water, growling at the 'feral' digimon in front of him. Katze is likely right next to them, adding commentary to their recordings, and offering to send them a copy if they share their emails!.      The Weregarurumon growls loudly as the two go at it again, appreciating the help!, but realizing that flames was still dangerous. "Katze!, shield!" he barks, rushing ahead, wanting to avoid causing more collateral damage. "Digi modify! Gallantmon... Aegis!" The shield is quite large, and seems good enough to block the flames!, at least with the Tyranomon forcing the attack to be halted, textures were torn from most of the front, before it fades. He wastes no time moving ahead to help his new friend subdue the 'feral', already starting to get worn out by the effort. There is a spot on his shoulder that looks... not too great either, but it's not his concern right now. 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     The Tyranomon knocks the Coredramon to the ground, halting the blue breath attack before it can do too much damage to his newfound ally. But before he can really come to grips with his opponent, the large tail of the beast slaps him hard, knocking him off. He's slammed through several cars on the road and through a statue in front of a building. It'll take a few moments for the Tyranomon to gather his wits, unfortunately.     Which leaves the Coredramon and Alden. The Coredramon spends precious seconds getting to its feet to try and get its bearings, which should allow Alden an opening. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' The wolf digimon wastes no time, growling loudly as the seemingly friendly Tyranomon is knocked away, and instead, he charges at the larger digimon, gathering his power for a well aimed attack, "Engetsuregi!" he exclaims, energy collecting in one of his legs as he delivers a powerful kick right at the jaws of the Coredramon, hard enough to at the veryleast toss it back down to the ground. 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     The Coredramon is, for lack of a better word, grounded by the energized kick, slamming back to the ground with billowing cloud of dust as the street cracks from the impact. There's heartbeats between the impact and when the dragon digimon opens its eyes and blinks a few tims to clear its double vision. There's a slight angling of the head to glance at Alden before the tail whips itself at Alden's legs. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' The wolf growls, he does not want to destroy this thing, but it's leaving him little options!. The tail whip sends the wolf down easily, given the size difference, and the fact the WereGarurumon was a bit too confident on his victory, landing awkwardly on his rump and growling to the winged digimon. "If you don't give up, I will have to stop you." he growls softly, giving Katze a quick signal, and inwardly, hoping that the fight won't prolong for too much further!.      There is a new flash of light, brighter than before, the digimon not giving comentary on the card used, even if Katze screams it, back in the sidelines!. "Say itttt!". The bipedal, worn wolf is replaced by a taller, robotic, heavily armed version, a minigun for one arm, a rocket launcher on one shoulder, and what might be a beam gun on the other, the minigun starting to spin up. 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     The lights go out for several blocks with Alden's latest digivolution, leaving the glowing red eyes of the Coredramon and the subtle blue glow of its toothy maw. The only light being the dim glow of any lingering flames from the fiery attacks that the Tyranomon and Coredramon used early on. The feral digimon doesn't understand Alden's missive, picking itself up in spite of its wounds. It then unleashes a heat beam from its mouth, the continuous attack tracking Alden as best as the Coredramon can. But the truth is that Alden is far more agile than the Coredramon precisely because of the difference in size. The collateral damage though... 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden is not going to dodge the attack, it is one chance to look badass (if only because of the obvious power difference, even if the size seems to hint otherwise!) and to avoid more damage to the city, and any crazed bystander!.      He puts pretty much all he has in this attack, "Garuru burst!" he screams, his eyes flashing, targetting the dazed digimon's form as his weaponry comes alive, a group of missiles, gatling gun fire, shoulder beams, and especially, a blast of his strongest attack, his Cocytus breath, the bright blue beam coliding with the heat beam, at the very least cancelling it on impact, while the rest of the projectiles chipped away at the already weakened Coredramon. He... might have gone overboard, a couple projectiles causing a bit of explosive damage around, but nothing too big, thankfully. 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     The Coredramon rages as the myriad projectiles strike and tear through it, pixels bleeding off it as its data is obliterated. The collateral damage from the projectiles doesn't damage anything that wasn't wrecked by earlier stages of the conflict, fortunately. Some cars are more pulverized than they were, rubble is made into smaller rubble; that sort of thing. The Coredramon's form glows as pixels bleed off it, shrinking and shrinking until nothing remains of the beast except for a digiegg.     By this point, the Tyranomon has gotten to his feet again, shaking himself to wakefulness once again. He's just in time to see Alden take down the Coredramon, lumbering over afterwards to give the other digimon an awkward hug. "Thanks!" 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:'''      The metallic grumbles quietly as the Coredragom begins to dissapear, and reluctanctly takes a pose, mumbling something to a rather insistent Katze. The hug is more than welcome, chuckling a bit, and hugging the huge dinosaur, "Any time." he says, smiling and letting out a sigh as he suddenly shrinks in the Tyranomon's grasp!, back to gabumon!, "Oops." he mumbles, "Glad you are ok, thanks for helping me." 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     The Tyranomon just looks at the small Gabumon X. "You helped me though?" A bit confused about who helped who here.     The city still has a problem, however. The emergence point has not closed, and it continues to disrupt the local digital networks and power regulating systems for a few blocks in any direction. At this bizarre portal, the Tyranomon turns his gaze. "Never seen one before." He points with a claw. "What is it?" 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' The Gabumon X settles, if still being held, his tail wagging slowly as he glances back at the odd Portal, "I am not sure!, I mean, clearly it's a portal of some sort, did you do something unusual... or that other digimon?" he asks. 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     The Tyranomon shakes his huge head. "No...? I was protecting my home and we fell into a deep dark well. Then we were here." He gestures to the cityscape of Newport 8100. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' The gabumon holds onto one of the dinosaur's claws, apparently just happy to be held up for a change, then rubbing his chin, "That's rather odd." he muses, "I am tempted to say, try to go through and see if we can find out what is causing it, but I worry about returning afterwards." 
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5126/Dinner AND A Show

2017-03-11T05:24:47Z

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|Date of Scene=2017/03/10
|Location=Spring
|Synopsis=At the Danger Zone Brawl and Grill, there's always a floor show to be had.
|Cast of Characters=782, 1100, 765, 930
|pretty=yes
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{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     The Danger Zone Brawl and Grill is a largish building, made of brick and mortar in the style of a 1900s meat-processing plant; large and industrial looking. The Danger Zone's food is so-so; meat, potatoes, burgers, fries, all that sort of thing. They basically serve comfort food from various major Multiversal cultures that, while better than average, is not terribly memorable.     What the Danger Zone Brawl and Grill is known for is their shows, consisting of live brawls between various combatants. Everything is safe though, as it utilizes sophisticated simulation room technology to ensure the safety of the participants and the audiences. Today's card includes a multi-way brawl between four beings! Their companions get a free meal out of the deal, so it can't be all bad, right? 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne Mace (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne Mace cruises up to the Danger Zone on one of her personal bikes. It's an odd machine, clearly designed for carrying a heavy weight a long distance across variable terrain. From the sounds it's making, the machine is powered by some kind of gas turbine, and those who are observant will note it's got space to mount a large cannon on each side, though the guns aren't fitted right now. The machine is deep red and black, with black-and-white chequered detailing, and quite heavily armoured, for a motorcycle. After parking the vehicle, the mouse pulls off her helmet and spends a few moments adjusting her beret and pulling her hair out of its bun, before turning to the bar and striding boldly through the door. Cracking her forehead on the top of the frame on the way through. 

:'''{{#var:765|Gaonoir (765)}} has posed:''' Bikes, trucks, hovercars... is that an -electric scooter- parked outside even? It certainly was, due to a certain someone that still hasn't been able to get an actual driver's liscense because she's too easily distracted. Food is for energy and helping recover after a battle. Gaonoir could never quite understand why humans have such an obsession with how elaborate something tastes. Not that he doesn't enjoy the better quality meals, he just doesn't see why it's such a big deal. Oh well. This place could be good for Tamers to practice being Tamers without getting in middle of a real battle. "Hopefully this ain't one of those places that just throws a bunch of chumps at you for a cheap thrill." Erika rolls her eyes a bit at the objection. "Let's not get carried away from the start." 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden enjoyed exploring the multiverse, meeting new people, and well, seeing interesting places!. When he heard of this 'Danger Zone' place, it seemed perfect!, and made sure to get Katze to come around as well, perhaps she can record anything interesting to rewatch later!. He lacks a proper vehicle, but he does not mind, simply going around by foot, or by paw, depending on the person. He actually was in his larger, quadrupedal for for most of the journey, never hurts to stretch his legs a bit!.      He seems to come in time to see a massive rodent park a bike, and head inside, a very familiar one!. He was about to greet, when he sees the... incident, whimpering, while Katze lets out a soft snort. "Now, that's not funny." the digimon tells the Shinki, approaching his fuzzy friend while wagging his tail. "Tiny!" he tries. He does not notice the scooter yet, for better or worse. 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     Ashley had expressed the desire to see the wider Multiverse outside of the world of Remnant, and given how long Golden has been knocking around the place... He figured wandering around (as usual for him) would be a good way to get used to this Digimon tamer thing. The Danger Zone was offering a free meal along with a modest pay for being a brawler, which the penniless Tamer and Digimon would happily 'work' for. So Ashley gets to enjoy a hot meal, while Golden gets to practice being a Veemon in battle again. They'd walked here, naturally.     Meanwhile, the wait staff is taking sign-ups from the diners for brawl participants, both at the front door and in the dining area proper. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne Mace (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne Mace looks aroun and grins as she hears Alden, giving him a happy wave. She doesn't appear bothered by the forehead/doorframe moment, save re-adjusting her beret. She heads to the bar and gets herself a drink, then she wanders over to ne of the staff to sign-up. As it's going to be simulated, she's got the specifications of her usual armour saved on disc ready for them to upload into their computers for however they're gonna run this thing. Once she's signed up, she wanders over to Alden, sipping on her drink. "Sup." 

:'''{{#var:765|Gaonoir (765)}} has posed:''' "They want a show, I want a challenge. Don't have to 'get carried away' for that," Gaonoir replies as he hands back one of the signup sheets. And probably leaving the attendant wondering how he can even write with those boxing gloves on. "Besides, free food out of the deal. A change of pace from the galley food at the base at least." "I suppose." Erika pauses as her digivice beeps at picking up more digimon signals, and after pulling it out to see where it's indicating turns to wave. "Hi Alden!" Pause. "... That's a really big mouse." Glances down at the screen. "And it's not showing up as a digimon..." Gaonoir rolls his eyes. "Just because something looks weird doesn't mean it's a digimon. Stop gawking before someone thinks you're being rude." 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' The digimon is happy to greet Tiny, and while he does not offer a hug, he happily shakes hands, if that's ok, even getting a bit of soda to drink, before deciding to join the 'brawl', hoping Katze will be fine as part of the audience!. He simply takes his D-Ark and cards with him!. He smiles to the mouse, "Going to try things as well?" he asks, before hearing the familiar voice call at him from the side.      Alden rushes to give Erika a hug, had been a while!, and even offers a hand to shake to Gaonoir, "Glad to see you two again." he says, tail wagging furiously behind him. 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     Four-way brawls are the order of the day. Backstage (as it were), the organizers check the photos and brief bios written by the entrants, weeding out the less interesting volunteers. Then they all go into a hat and four are drawn. Golden. Gaonoir. Alden. 'Tiny'. For the purposes of showmanship, there isn't just a quiet announcement of this. No...     "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN. BOYS AND GIRLS OF ALL AGES. FIGHT FANS." The master of ceremonies announces, with a chin that could kill. He's in the middle of the arena area, spotlights shining on his sharp tuxedo. "FOR OUR FIRST SHOW OF THE DAY, I'M PLEASED TO ANNOUNCE THE FOLLOWING FOUR BRAWLERS."     "'GOLDEN' GOROUBEI, COME ON DOWN." Golden looks a bit surprised that his name was called, but does dutifully make his way down to the arena area. 

:'''{{#var:765|Gaonoir (765)}} has posed:''' Erika takes the hug and ruffles Alden's head in return, but the moment is short lived as they start calling out the competators. "Golden is here too?!" Well that's interesting, haven't seen him since he got that new form with his new Tamer. "This will be interesting!" Well at least he didn't try to call him puppy or some such. Gaonoir shakes hand briefly, "Try not to get beat up too quickly," he half-jokes before heading for the arena. "And next, GA--" Pause. "Gae.. Gah-oh?.. Guh.." The MC has a little trouble with the mixmash of cultural words that make up the name. At least until Erika yells sounding it out. "GA-OH-NOIR!" "Yes, thank you." Ahem. "GAONOIR!" The shadow dog just rolls his eyes a bit as he hops into the ring, and folds his arms as usual. Hmph. It's not -that- hard of a name. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne Mace (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne Mace is half-way through her drink, looking at the others being called out as they're called. "All digimon so far, that's int'resting..." Tiny comments to Alden. "And Leyanne 'Tiny' Mace... wait, they called /her/ Tiny?" THe mouse laughs, waving as she walks to the arena area, her tail swishing behind her happily. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' The gabumon seems as surprised as Erika at the name, "Huh, haven't seen him since he got his tamer, hope he is adapting." he muses, tail still wagging, somehow, even faster after the ruffling!, he is too friendly sometimes!.      The name calling gets his attention tho, when it brings Gaonoir into the list, trying not to chuckle at the mishap with the name. "Our next fighter is... Aiden!". He arghs, "Alden!" he waits a few moments, to see if someone answers the call, before he growls, "It's ALDEN, it's an L!" he mumbles.      He smiles to Tiny, "Wish me l..." he is interrupted when they mention the name of the big mouse, cue a gulp from the fuzzy short guy. "W-well... this will be interesting.". He smiles and heads to the arena as well, nodding to his other friends. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne Mace (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne Mace grin as she steps up to the arena. Her simulated armour appears around her, though it appears at the moment she's going to stick in the melee. SHe takes her spot in the arena, and waits for the others. 

:'''{{#var:765|Gaonoir (765)}} has posed:''' Gaonoir tilts his head a bit, in the same way a normal dog would do when trying to sniff something. "Definatelly not a digimon. Don't smell like one." He takes a couple of steps back and settles into a boxer's stance, clenched gloved paws held up and ready in front of him. "I'd ask what you are, but there is much more interesting ways to find out about someone." More importantly, what someone can do. All they need is the signal to go.... 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden is... a bit concerned, wondering if he should have cheated and pick a better form, he is not the best at close range fights like this!. Still, he tries to calm down, offering a polite bow, smiling to Tiny and Gao, looking cautiously at the others, growling a bit, trying to raise his left hand, the one covered by the 'arm' section of his pelt. He also waits for a sign, unsure how the mouse fights, but knowing Gao can and will punch him away.      He decides to just... go for it, and oddly, charges towards Gao, blue flames igniting on his... right hand? odd. He tries a rather clumsy fire punch at the pugilist dog. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne Mace (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne Mace smirks, calling out to Gaonoir. "Fourth rock from the sun." She calls out... and then when the signal is given she launches hersel at Gao, too. Her incoming punch, while not wrapepd with flame or anything fancy, does have a spinning metal and plastic fist as its impact point. Of course, she's left herself wide open to a counter from both of them. 

:'''{{#var:765|Gaonoir (765)}} has posed:''' The hint doesn't really mean much to Gaonoir, but it gets Erika's eyes to light up. "Ooooh, she's a martian!" Which then goes to a look of confusion. Not that aliens being real is a strange thing in the Multiverse, but Martians just hold that one classical spot to many humans. Which is why she flips her device through some digital files. "Would of never expected martians to be rodent like..." Gaonoir ducks out of the way of Alden's awkward punch. "At least you're trying a new trick or two--oof!" But that just gets him broadsided by Leyanne, and that mechanical arm has enough punch to knock him backwards. "Oh, so that's how it's gonna be..." And he's smiling. Uh oh. Gaonoir darts back into the fight, jumping to kick at Alden, and then use that to push off and launch towards the martian mouse with a mean hook punch of his own. Don't let the stout, somewhat cartoonish size difference fool you, Gaonoir packs enough literal punch to floor digimon several times his size. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden was not expecting to do much, so he is not too surprised, "Thanks, learned that when I turned into this..." he says, smiling for a moment, before seeing that huge arm slam into his friend, wincing a bit. "I should have digivolved for this." he mumbles softly, barely able to raise his arms to try to block the kick, but still easily pushed back by the hit, grunting and falling back!.      He picks himself, and keeps his distance a moment, watching the two more likely to be ood at close range fighting, waiting for a moment to strike. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne Mace (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne Mace 's species does have a database entry. She takes the roundhouse to the jaw, slammed back - but not down. She grins, looking at Gao with a smirk. "Nice hit." SHe admits, moving in again to strike. This time she's aiming for a roundhouse kick, the heavyweight mouse attempting to return the favour. 

:'''{{#var:765|Gaonoir (765)}} has posed:''' Gaonoir lands on the mat after the punch. Loosens and clenches the paw he used to punch her a few times. "And you have a hard head." It's his usual snarkiness, though it doesn't sound as if meant to insult by tone. Then cants his head a little to look at Alden. "Did they say you can't digivolve? It's a 'natural' ability for most of us after all." This time he's expecting Leyanne to keep coming after him though, and lunges under the kick. Which leads into him somersaulting into a rolling movement that does a bit of physics defying (this is normal for Digimon) to launch himself for the martian's midsection while she's still off-balance from the kick. "ROLLING COUNTER!" 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden grins at the question, "Dunno, but it feels a bit unfair when I am not sure how strong the others are!, might be weird to go to a stronger form mid combat." he muses, "What do you think?" he asks casually, even as he approaches the pair. As soon as Gao launches that familiar attack, he charges at the dog boxer!, He tries a different, but somewhat similar move this time, jumping at his friend, horn (blunt thankfully) first, engulfed in flames!, should be quite a hit, adding his weight. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne Mace (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne Mace takes the hit to her gut, folding neatly in half and being knocked back. She lands and rolls, coughing a little before she picks herself back up... OK, so that's how it is. She waits for Gao to be distracted by Alden's attack. Then she moves in, attempting to grab Alden by the tail... and hit Gao with him. Hopefully flaming horn first. 

:'''{{#var:765|Gaonoir (765)}} has posed:''' Gaonoir recoils off the impact with the larger 'Tiny', only to get plowed into by Alden before he can fully recover. Then she decides to go grabbing from the wolf-lizard and use him like a living bludgeon. Gaonoir makes a quick adjustment to his tactics and backs off a bit, hotfooting about to try and stay out of the martian+digimon reach. "Martians have a strange concept of teamwork!" 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' There is a short lived happiness in the gabumon, when he lands the hit!. Then he is grabbed painfully by the tail and flailed around. The fire is gone since the attack was over, the poor digimon flailing, "Hey!" he growls, frantically reaching for his D-Ark, "That's my tail, it kinda huuuurts." he manages, he is not the best flail/weapon. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne Mace (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne Mace smirks "Teamwork my ass, this is a three-way fight, right? Use what's at your disposal." She giggles, letting go of the smaller digimon before dancing back, looking between the two and waiting to see who goes for her first... 

:'''{{#var:765|Gaonoir (765)}} has posed:''' "If that's what you really want..." Gaonoir crouchs a bit, clenchings his gloved paws. Tail twitchs a few times, arms and legs flex as if ready to lunge... Which turns out to be a bit of a misdirection, as instead he opens up his mouth and lets loose an electrified sonic blast instead! "Static HOOOOOOOOOOOWL!" The disruptive effect of his ability might not be very pleasant to sensative senses or cybernetics, either. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' The Gabumon lands on his belly once he was released. "Ok... guess it's all out then." he mumbles, getting up, reaching for his cards, and grabbing one. Of course he is not going ALL out, he can seriously damage the arena, and everyone in it!, but he is taking things up a notch regardless!. He grabs his D-Ark and slides the card!. "Digi modify! Super Evolution Plug-In S." He tries to strike a little pose, but even if he manages, it's quite short lived!.      There is a bright flash of light, his form bursting into glowing voxels, before reforming into a much larger... scarier, quadruped form!, the fluffy looking wolf growling at Tiny, "Swing me by the tail now.... Augh!" he whines, covering his ears and closing his eyes a second or two from the disruptive attack, so much for trying to look intimidating. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne Mace (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne Mace is diving aside in response to the tailtwitch. But the wider roar... well, that's a problem. The electrical element of the attack clearly hurts the mouse a lot more than one would expect, the rodent yelping as the induced current causes malfunctions in a few of her systems. She's kicked sideways, crumpling to the floor with a soft "...ow..." she mutters, hauling herself back to her feet. She looks up at the bigger quadruped, smirking. "Is that a serious challenge?" 

:'''{{#var:765|Gaonoir (765)}} has posed:''' "Be careful what you ask for," Gaonoir replies. He does briefly give Alden a sympathetic glance, but hey, it's still a free-for-all match. Friendly fire happens. Though he doesn't go for digivolving himself yet. Right after the other digimon did would be too predictable. What else can he do? He actually steps closer to Alden... And then disappears?! Well it only seems so. He's actually using his shadowplay abilities to step into the larger digimon's shadow, and then step over to Leyanne's. Which he jumps out of, for lack of a better explaination, and swings both paws in a axeblow at her backside hopefully before she realizes what he actually did. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' The Garurumon, high enough to reach the shoulders of most average sized adults, blinks when the mouse just seems amused and makes that challenge. He growls, unable to help a bit of a smirk, knowing it's just a friendly fight, long, fluffy tail twitching, "Be warned I bite." he says, before perking his ears and jumping back when Gao swings at the mouse!. He growls loudly, "Fox fire!" he calls, a stream of bright blue flames shooting at the pair!... it seems aimed right in front of them tho, perhaps some minor splash damage. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne Mace (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne Mace narrows her eyes as she spots Gao slip into the shadow. She begins to try and dodge a split second before Gao re-appears, moving herself a little bit out of the line of attack. Not enough to get out of the way entirely, but enough that the impact is diverted onto one of her thick thigh-plates. She's thrown through the flames of Alden's attack, landing on her side and sliding. She leaps to her feet after a moment. "That must've looked awesome..." she mutters with a giggle, needing to get back on the attack. She looks between the pair thoughtfully. This.... might be a shade unfair. 

:'''{{#var:765|Gaonoir (765)}} has posed:''' The dodge is also just enough to throw off Gaonoir when he hits but neither as hard or at the angle he expected. So instead of a graceful landing he hits the floor in a rough tumble. Then gets flambed by the blue flames from the wolfbeast. ".. Nice evasive move..", he murmurs afterwards, puffing out a bit of smoke from his mouth as he rolles around to put out any stray flames. Not that you can tell he's burned with how dark his fur already is. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' The big wolf beast twitched a bit, long tail lashing behind him, "Are you ok?" he asks, a bit concerned about burning the mouse!, he is not sure how fireproof non digimon are!. He crouches down and wriggles on his paws, waiting for Tiny to recover, before he moved ahead, focusing on the mouse this time!. He does not use fire this time, just a good, old fashioned tackle. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne Mace (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne Macechukles, nodding. "Yeah I'm good." She comments as she stands. As he charges her the mouse steps back, aiming to uppercut him in the jaw before he can hit her. She's got no chance at range - she's not sure if she can use her gun in the simulated arena. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden is a gentleman!... and also, not particularly smart about tactics it seems, charging ahead quickly, growling as he prepares to headbutt the tall mouse!. He gets quite in range for an uppercut. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne Mace (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne Mace grins and lets fly with that wicked uppercut, a hiss of air from her elbow joint. If it connects cleanly, the punch would be enough to throw ALden back and away from her. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' There is a satisfyingly loud noise as the big fist hits the charging wolf, forcing him to basically flip in mid air mid jump, the charge versus the hit means the wolf does not fly too much, even if he turns midair and lands on his back with a loud thump, twitching on the ground a few moments, before slowly getting up, shaking his head, "Where is the truck that slammed against me.". 

:'''{{#var:765|Gaonoir (765)}} has posed:''' "Heh. Almost as much fun just watching you two smack each other around." Once he wasn't on fire Gaonoir had rolled off to the side and just been observing the other two go at it for a bit. "Truck? You looked more like you ran headlong into a locomotive." 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne Mace (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne Mace grins "Not a truck. A Mace." She laughs, looking down at her scorched armour. "Next?" 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden tries to play it cool, shaking his head, and licking his sore jaw, sitting on his haunches until the room stops spinning, "I... will let you two fight toghether a bit." he mumbles. 

:'''{{#var:765|Gaonoir (765)}} has posed:''' Gaonoir ehs, shrugging his shoulders. "If she still wants rough it up a bit, fine with me. You two look like you've been smacked around pretty good already." Granted, he's not exactly top form right now either, but its that self-confidence showing more than any injury. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne Mace (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne Mace is clearly up for more... even with her 'ware beat up and a few bare panels showing, and her simulated armour cracked and fractured. She gris, shrugging. "I'm jus' warming up." She comments with a grin. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' The digital wolf thinks he should have let figured out a way to do card things when he lacks hands, is not sure he can ask any of them to help!. He wobbles a little, growling between the two, huffing flames a bit, crouching. 

:'''{{#var:765|Gaonoir (765)}} has posed:''' Gaonoir smirks. "She's got spirit, at least." Holds out an arm and makes as much of a 'bring it' gesture as he can with a boxing glove on. "Then come over here and see what you can still dish out." 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne Mace (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne Mace nods guietly as she listens to Gaonoir. She's not got any flashy techniques like the Digimon; she can't throw fire, she can't step into shadows or go invisible. What she does is hit like a train. She moves in towarsd Gaonoir, mirroring his boxing stance. As she gets closer she attempts to land a rapid series of jabs. 

:'''{{#var:765|Gaonoir (765)}} has posed:''' Gaonoir smirks as Leyanne gets into a stance and moves towards him. There's a surge of energy around him not unlike when Alden digivolved, though in darker shades of purple and black. Doesn't stop Leyanne from punching at him within, but then a much larger mechanical hand reaches out of the dark corona to grab one of her final jabs. The rest of the energy fades away to reveal a more humanoid canine that's a few inches taller than her. Though also a bit less overall bulky. "You're not the only one with metal limbs." Which he demonstrates by trying to punch her with the other clenched into a large metal fist. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' The wolf is familiar enough with Gaonoir to see where things are going the moment he sees that odd rush of energy, and he can be seen clumsily trying to grab a card, and slide it through the D-Ark card reader, big paws are not the best at careful handling of things!. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne Mace (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne Mace tries to bring her arm up to block but... well... there's a loud clang of metal on metal, as fist meets skull. She's slammed sideways and... with one of her antennae flattened by the blow. From the way she goes down, she's out of the fight. 

:'''{{#var:765|Gaonoir (765)}} has posed:''' Gaonoir shakes his metal clad hand a few times afterwards. "She -still- has a hard head." Though not hard enough to avoid being knocked for a loop this time by the looks of it. "Maybe going all the way to Perfect was a bit overkill...." 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden seems to be struggling to grab a card steady and push it through the reader, "Stupid paws..." he mumbles a bit, before blinking as the duel between the two is over, "I am sure she will be fine... she hits hard." he mumbles. "Sorry for taking so long... it's kinda hard without hands." he muses in embarassment.      He seems to get the card in his paw properly after a bit longer, and slides it!. The transformation is not unlike before, another bipedal, metal clad wolf standing in front of Gaonoir, quite a tall wolf too!. "There we go... hope my Perfect form will be enough... you are strong." he says, wagging his tail and striking a combat pose, his metal gauntlets look sharp!. 

:'''{{#var:765|Gaonoir (765)}} has posed:''' Gaonoir raises a brow far enough for it to show behind his visor. "The X-Antibody has had quite an effect on your evolutions. But the extra armor is probably good for the sorts of fighting our kind tend to end up in." He rolls a shoulder, and as he can't really use his jet boosters indoors here, just charges towards Alden and heaves a hard swing with one of his massive guantlets. "One way to find out!" 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' The big, scary wolf wags faster at what he assumes is praise, smiling, crouching a bit to prepare for the attack!. "I hope so!" he replies, trying his best not to look intimidated as the other digimon charges ahead!. He seems to prepare an attack of his own, pulling his armored hand back and curling it into a fist, "Baldy Blow!", trying to meet the incoming swing with one of his punches. 

:'''{{#var:765|Gaonoir (765)}} has posed:''' That's one impressive sounding impact as metal fist slams into metal fist. ".... Please tell me that name is some sort of mistranslation." 'Baldy Blow' is rediculous even by Digimon standards of nonsensical names. "Oh, whatever!" Gaonoir yanks his fist back, only to spin into a rising roundhouse kick with one of his bionic legs instead. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden is almost sure that he is the one getting the worst part, if how his hand stings is any sign, before letting out a chuckle, "That's... don't ask me I don't make up the names." he mumbles, before pulling back, almost mirroring the kick!. "Engetsuregi!" he calls, his lower leg and footpaw glowing with power as he tries a roundhouse kick of his own, the movement causing a crescent energy blade to form in the air!.      The attack is interrupted as his leg meets with Gao's, causing the half formed blade to abort. It is at that time he realizes that while his paw was exposed (armor only covers up to ankle), Gaonoir's whole lower leg was... robotic. 

:'''{{#var:765|Gaonoir (765)}} has posed:''' Why where they cybernetic? Supposedly the design was to prevent the effect of blood draining down the body during high-g flight maneuvers. If Digimon even have blood. Or anything similar. Probably just some high science concept that got replicated when the original MachGaogamon first came into being. That they make good weapons is just a sweet bonus. It doesn't help Alden's case that Gaonoir has actual practice in kickboxing styles. The two kicks cancel each other out, but Gaonoir quickly adapts and with lightning reflexes he twists to actually hook his leg around Alden's ankle and yank it down, entrapping it for a moment. Just long enough to swing another massive right hook at Alden as his gauntlet starts to glow with his dark energy. "KNUCKLE CRUSHER!" 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' The Weregarurumon's paw was unprotected, slamming into the cybernetic leg... that was painful, letting out a loud whine, and stunning him with more than enough time to be pinned nad held by that leg. He tries to do something, mumbling as he starts to inhale, "Gla..." of course, he does not get to finish that sentence, he had already taken a hard strong hit to his jaw.      He was no 'tank', the hit on his chest forcing his jaws close, mumbling as blue mist escaping between his fangs, the hit causing him to be sent flying back!. He tries to look cool about it, slowly getting up, wobbling on his feet as he tries to raise his hands up, before his form shimmers, and explodes, returning back to his Gabumon form, which promptly falls down on his face. "Oww...". 

:'''{{#var:765|Gaonoir (765)}} has posed:''' Gaonoir waves away some of the frosty mist that escaped Alden's lips as he was slugged. "Heh. Not too bad. Just need more practice to get familiar with that form. But you'll ge--ack!" He's interrupted by Erika running into the arena to hug him. Uses one hand to very gently try to push her away again. "Gah, not in public!" 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden is not getting up soon, sore hand, sore leg, and his chest hurts a lot. The fact that the one person rushing to help him seems to be a tiny catgirl that simply stomps next to him and nudges his face with a foot, does not help his image, "Oh come on, was just a punch!" she says, "You can take a punch!, you are making me look bad!".      Alden mumbles something, only to let out a louder 'ow' when the Maochao nudges his shoulder nad leg, "Come on, get up, please?". The Gabumon shifts a bit, "I just need a moment..." then looks back at Gao, "Sorry I was not much of a challenge, you are really, really strong, Think i'd need my Ultimate form to give a fight... and only from away." he chuckles a bit, "But it was fun, I do need more practice." 

:'''{{#var:765|Gaonoir (765)}} has posed:''' Gaonoir snickers a little at Katze. "It was a pretty big punch. And was hardly the first hit he took, don't be too hard on him." Gaonoir gives Alden a helping hand up before devolving back to his own base form. "Eh, don't let me discourage you. I have a lot of experience and training, remember." 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' The Gabumon takes the paw after a moment, slowly rising on his feet, "We should spar and practice more, I'd really like that." he says, smiling as much as he would, sore jaw. "If you are up to it." he adds. Katze nods a bit, "I guess that's true, I can give him that." she says softly, before moving to perch on Erika's shoulder, "Hi." 

:'''{{#var:765|Gaonoir (765)}} has posed:''' Erika pats Katze lightly on the head. "Plus in a real fight he'd have you to help him with those cards." Though she's glad she doesn't have to worry about keeping something like that straight. Knowing how easily she can get distracted as it is. "Yeah, I suppose." Gaonoir stretchs, then folds his paws behind his head. "Now about that free meal we're suppose to get for fighting? That burned a lot of energy!" "And I wanna talk to the martian!" Gaonoir rolls his eyes. "Of course you do..." 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden joins Gao and Erika, chuckling somewhat at her desire to talk with Tiny, "She is rather pleasant." he mentions, stretching a bit and wincing, "I would use a meal too, hope the food is good." he muses. Katze nods a bit at the talk of the cards, "It's a mess." she says gravely, nodding, before blinking, "Martian?" 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne Mace (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne Mace comes stepping out of the bathroom, having gotten herself cleaned up after the fight. She swishes her tail as she wanders over to Alden, happily. "Hey" 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' The Gabumon was sitting on a small table, with the Shinki right next to him, sipping a soda, when he hears Tiny approach!. He smiles and turns around, waving happily, his own tail wagging, "Hey Tiny." 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne Mace (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne Mace smiles as she sits down. "Hey Alen, sup." SHe smiles 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' The fuzzy digimon looks back at the mouse for a moment, "Are you ok?" he asks, "That seemed a bad hit." he mumbles softly, "Trust me, I know how hard he hits...". Katze pipes up, walking over the table, "I have a video!" she says cheerily. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne Mace (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne Mace nods "Oh yeah I'm good my friend. I've taken bigger hits than that, it just jarred one of my processors loose. Had to re-seat it before I could come out" 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden tilts his head in confusion, "Wait, processors?" he asks, intrigued, "Your arm was not working right?" he asks softly, before offering her some fries. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne Mace (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne Mace nods "Yeah but I'm..." She motions "It's more than the arm and the eye. I got... slightly blown up." SHe laughs, taking some chips and munching awa. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' The digimon tilts his head, he shudders at the mention of such a thing, "Wow... you should... warn us next time... I don't think any of us might have enjoyed learning we broke something too important." 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne Mace (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne Mace laughs and shakes her head "Nah it's all plug-and-play, and all the critical stuff is pretty hardened. But it's pretty easy to knock loose all the connections between everything... well, comparatively, anyway. You guys hit as hard as I do." 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' The digimon simply tilts his head to the other side, still considering the implication of things... "It still sounds dangerous." 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne Mace (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne Mace shrugs "Yeah but so's most of the fun shit in life." She laughs, ordering herself some food. "At least, most of the stuff I find fun. Maybe that's because I'm... well, I know I bounce. I've... been dead, they rebuilt me. Won't be that hard to do it again." 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden nods a bit, "I guess that makes sense, but you should have warned us at least." he says, "I'd say it's better to be careful even if oyu think you can be rebuilt." he says, before shaking his head, "I am glad you are fine." 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne Mace (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne Mace shrugs "If I was being careful I wouldn't have any fun." She shrugs. "Thank you. Trust me, I've had worse" 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden finally nods, his tail twitching, "Guess, i am not used to the idea of being just... reconstructed, not something that happens back home." he says with a grin. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne Mace (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne Mace chuckles. "I think being blown up gave me a... different perspective on life, y'know? It's the job of folks who're augmented to help others. I do that... and as a bonus I get to do crazy stuff with cool people. And I get to see a multiverse." 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden nods and smiles, chewing on his burger a bit more, "Now that I can relate to somewhat, had a... bad experience." he muses, "IF you are really up to meeting and fighting odd things, you can come and visit me at home, I am sure we can find something fun." he says with a chuckle. "And of course, I can relate with the idea of wanting to help, and adventure." 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne Mace (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne Mace nods "I'd love to come see your world. I mean shit, five years ago it was about saving Mars. Now... now there's thousands of Marses and other worlds that need savin'." 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden nods in return, sitting a bit closer, while the Shinkie moves closer to the mouse, climbing down the table to poke at the tail, "Are you really a mouse?". The digimon smiles, "Seems you have a history of being a hero." 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne Mace (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne Mace chuckles "Man, I'm just one of many. If there's any of us responsible for saving Mars it's General Stoker, and Vinnie, Modo and Throttle. They did all the work on Earth... those of us back home just made sure there was a planet left for 'em to save" 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' The shinki seems to manage to grab a hold of the tail, harmlessly 'tugging' for a moment, playing with it, while Alden nodded, "Good to know things worked out back then." he says, "Sounds like it was quite an adventure." 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne Mace (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne Mace nods "It was quite a ride. We've not quite got all of Mars free but... well we're getting there. We've got our foothold." She smiles, tugging back with her tail. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden finally notices what is happening under the table, "Katze!" he protests, "Sorry, she... is a bit silly." he says softly, rubbing the back of his head, "Let me know if you need a hand." he says. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne Mace (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne Mace peers at what's tugging on her tail curiously "Hi..." she giggles, tilting her head 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' The Shinki keeps holding onto the tail, even as it tugs back, likely lifting her with ease, "Hi!" she says happily. The small machine, looking like a little girl with cat ears and a tail, smiling brightly in return. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne Mace (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne Mace blinks at the shinki, grinning. "She might be silly but she's cute." She grins. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne Mace (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne Mace yawns "I'm afraid I got to get back and sleep." She admits. "I'm staying at a campsite not far away and they close the gate in about an hour." 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' The Shinki lets go of the mouse's tail and climbs back to Alden's side, waving back to her, while Alden nods, "Take care!" 
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5068/Clearing Out Monsters

2017-02-05T01:53:42Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     This part of the Four Caverns is a pocket near the confluence of water elemental flows and fire elemental flows. Though Neo-Arcadia does not have the expertise to manipulate magic, the creation of geothermal activity by this confluence serves the city's needs for geothermal energy generation. The place is awful though. It's well over 120F in this cavern pocket, with muggy steam everywhere. Underfoot are natural hot springs and geysers as natural hazards. The smell isn't much better, reeking of sulphur fumes and other dangerous gases. That said, it has a sort of austere beauty from all the mineral formations within.     Assuming the locals don't kill you and add you to their ranks. The undead are thick here, and are also overgrown with crusty mineral deposits from the geothermic action here. They range the gamut from ordinary zombies carpeted with salt crystals to skeletons who seem to have simply been fossilized into strange walking mineral bones. Even the few immaterial undead seem to have been infected by the confluence of elements here; wailing haunts of steam or ghastly sheets of mobile fire. 

:'''{{#var:269|No. 9 (269)}} has posed:'''     Steam, heat, boiling water, the roiling pall of sulphur, the burble and splut of odiferous mud. Potentially reeking, particularly and in this case literally crusty undead... you might have picked the ONE place that Nine's particular signature odor is almost entirely, utterly lost. Even giving the fact that the ever present rolling heat, high balmy humidity and the slew of chemical odors that are prevalent throughout the place is going to make it particularly punishing for anyone who might have to ride in close contact with other people on the trip home. For the moment however, the freshly washed nature of his hair and the high humidity of the place has the ratty, dirty blonde strands going crazy, the utterly grown out mop of a long-gone-to-seed mullet is even more a tangled, frazzled mess than it usually is, leading the mutated hulk of a troglodytic degenerate monster to look like a cross between a barbie and a my little pony doll let into the none-too-tender hands of a four year old a little too long.     It's honestly a little... painful, to look upon.     "Phhh-h." Blowing the hair out of his face, the scarred lines and wrinkles dance across that ugly leathery skin, those stained dark eyes with their glowing irises turn towards the ceiling, all around those bare rock walls, and down across the mostly blinding wall of steam that the group will all too soon be wading in to, propping the very large, very clunky, very blocky and very awkward weapon he's bearing, one he isn't usually seen with on his shoulder. If we were honest with ourselves, it looks like the kind of cardboard-and-duct-tape hackjob one might see by one of the more B or C listers at a con. "Well, shit."     Thank you once again for such an eloquent observation Nine. Both informative and relevant in turn. Slow clap. 

:'''{{#var:711|Corona Arclite (711)}} has posed:''' The steampunk buggy pulls up a few meters away from the section they're suppose to be clearing out. Corona stands up between the rails of the rollcage to hold up a pair of greebly binoculars to her eyes and take a look. Flicks back an ear with annoyance at what she sees. "Looks like the walkin' dead's adaptin' to the local environ." Then tosses the binoculars over her shoulder into the back seat and grabs her hat as she jumps out. "Com'n Hopalong. We got some undead varmits to wrangle up." The magitech jackalope emits a hissing reply, and stuffs a few more lumps of coal down its mouth before clamoring out of the vehicle and bounding after its maker. Corona pulls out Forgesweeper, cocking the shotgun one-handed then flipping it into proper grip as it's pulsarium power supply warms up. Neither her or her clockpunk companion seem bothered by the heat and sulfuric steam. Probably because this isn't much different from Brimsteel's own harsh frontierlands. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Taro is the highest ranking member of the Church of SHODAN in Neo Arcadia, and his blue cabochon holy symbol etched with its sigil dangles from its cord looped around his neck and overtop his armor. Though he is steeped in his faith's knowledge and rituals, and has personally communed with the CyberGoddess, none of this means a thing to the undead. Apparently this particular religion can neither rebuke or control them.     On the other hand, Neo Arcadian plasma buster pistols have previously proven to be effective against the shambling dead. So there's that. Anyone who might one would have been allowed to borrow one from the city's armory.     The android, mercifully, does not normally need to breathe, and he can dial back his olfactory sensors to lessen the assault on his nose and tongue. He's tied his hair back into a small stub of a ponytail in an attempt to tame it under all of the humidity, though it hasn't fully succeeded. He's also, unsurprisingly, sticking fairly close to Nine during this foray - the Golem is both ally and bodyguard, and so it would be helpful to both if he doesn't stray too far. "It is rather unpleasant," he agrees. 

:'''{{#var:1|Kirito (1)}} has posed:''' "Man, that posting really should've said more about the heat... and the smell." Kirito quietly complains upon setting foot into the infested caverns. He saw that Neo Arcadia was looking for some undead extermination so they could expand geothermal energy gathering... seemed harmlesss enough, right?     And like any good adventure, he can't resist the call of a good hunting quest... not with really good pay at stake especially. The new base needs funding, and slaying zombies to get it is hard to argue with!     Except... for that... SMELL. "Uweh... I wish noseplugs were an equip... maybe some kind of mask?" More muttering from the Spriggan, but he unsheathes his blade with a practiced motion as always. A bit of minor grumbling does nothing to quell his love of a good battle...     "Can't help but wonder what kinds of names these things would have if we were in ALO." The Black Swordsman notes airily, before he drops into a combat stance... ready to commit to the slaughter. He does, however, take note of the others who are showing up... looking this way and that. Nine and Corona both get examined heavily, sized up by the practiced warrior's gaze.     The presence of Taro was expected, but he can't help but shift and fidget ever so subtly upon laying eyes on him. He can just hope that Taro doesn't hold a grudge... 

:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:''' Tomoe has to eat still and pay her internet bill after all. Or she's not going to be able to do much of anything in the multiverse. She was following along from Kirito and saw the pay was pretty good. Given she's a Salamander she's not /as/ bothered by it. "I dunno some Salamanders would love this plce but the smell...At least it's not actually in our lungs, right?" She falls in step and seems to be in a good mood. "Likely a terrible pile of hilarious Engrish?" she falls in along side asn pulls otu the moon cutter,. Crona she knows Nine? Nine gets her wary given his history as a Confederate elite, she's seen the reports after all. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     The undead sense the sparks of life... It's unclear whether it is a sense of hunger or a hate for the living that drives them, but the undead are drawn to to the living like moths to a flame. The brightest spark is that of Corona Arclite, who can see the shambling dead emerge from the steamy mists in no small force. Nine is more alive than the avatars that Tomoe and Kirito are using, and so draws mineral-enriched zombies and skeletons towards Taro and himself. Finally, the dim threads of life that make whatever the ALO avatars work in the Multiverse draw a few walkers who have clearly seen better days.     No sign of the more intelligent immaterial undead yet though. Perhaps they're waiting to see which of the new prey is weakened the most by the common mindless dead...? 

:'''{{#var:269|No. 9 (269)}} has posed:'''     To Kirito's eyes, Nine would scream tank. Maybe a bit slow, probably rather strong, and notoriously hard to take down from a combination of toughness as well as meatiness that would be rather... well, not so much hard to handle so much as frustrating to have to deal with. Also ugly crazy degenerate and he stinks, so a battle not only frustratingly long but also frustratingly... frustrating. The optional boss they put in to punish you for seeking out hard-to-find optional bosses. One of /those/.     Now mind, Nine is used to being stared out. He figures if someone else wants to hurt their eyes bouncing their gaze off his ugliness then hey, why not. But the glance that's thrown Taro's way gets the degenerate cyborg brindling up tight, baring surprisingly white, blunt teeth and clacking them threateningly at Kirito, his eyes blazing brighter. Hss!     As for Tomoe, warily eyeing the ex-Confederate soldier isn't necessarily the worst idea. He has quite the reputation, and a whole lot of it is well earned.     But the glances and wariness is entirely forgotten as the mass of undead menace turn towards him... and Taro.     And Nine is put in a uniquely stressful position. Normally the bodyguard protects from damage. Nine is in the unique position of putting Taro in danger by the simple fact of being a technically organic being with life signs and body heat. Um. Well. Crap.     And seeing the undead round on him and, much much much much much more importantly Taro, the GOLEM-style ANMC bulks and hisses once more, his expression getting frankly, CRAZY, in the face of all that animosity towards his adopted brother and friend.     "Right. Taro. Do me a ffff-f-f-favor, use this," And then Taro is being handed that big big clunky ass weapon. "Hypervelocity. Magnetic railgun. Super sonic rounds. Good for groups. I won't be... mindful, enough t' use it." Because his bro is in danger. He feels his sanity slipping pretty damn quick. 

:'''{{#var:711|Corona Arclite (711)}} has posed:''' Corona Arclite didn't realize so many people here were cyborgs or artifical lifeforms of some kind! ... Though in hindsight, considering the population of Neo-Arcadia it maybe shouldn't of been such a surprise that most of the lifeforce brains craving freaks are attracted in her direction. Oh well. Hardly the first time she was a bit over her head. "Y'all ain't gettin' no dinner outta -this- little grey fox!" But shouting is quickly drowned out by the furious retort as she fires off Forgesweeper twice in quick succession, sending a scatterblast of zorching hot plasma spraying towards the horde. "Get down," she snaps at her sidekick between firing rounds. Ears swivel back as Hopalong crouchs down close to the ground, making an even lower profile of itself. There's a faint buzz and click as his leg mechanics prime, ready to launch at the first things to get through Corona's barrage of firepower. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     "Does the VR simulation include olfactory input?" Taro asides to Kirito and Tomoe. Neither the young man's acceptance of the job nor his presence here has been ignored, if Kirito's looking for a sign on where they stand. "If so, then I will note that for the next firmware update."     He cuts off any further light conversation as the sounds of shambling grow nearer. The heat and humid obscure his vision past a point that's far too close for his liking, and so he tries to keep track of the location of the others as the first of the undead appear out of the mist. He moves to draw his buster pistols from their clips, but then unexpectedly his 'brother' instead presses that great hulking rifle of his into his hands. Ungainly and badly balanced, he finds as he hoists it onto his right shoulder, but he voices no complaint. "Don't wander too far." He knows what's likely going to happen next, and all he can do is pray that Nine doesn't lose too much control too quickly.     There's a definite hum as the weapon powers up, and Taro braces himself as he lines up the nearest knot of skeletons and zombies in the weapon's targeting sights. Even so, the first firing nearly lands the android on his armored prosterior.     That Corona is drawing more attention than the others isn't going to go unnoticed, but for now he's going to concentrate on felling the ones closest to his side of the cavern. 

:'''{{#var:1|Kirito (1)}} has posed:''' "... Oh... come on..." Kirito makes a face at Tomoe's answer. Are the monster names really that bad? "How about... <Encrusted Ravager>...?" As he attempts to pronounce the English though, it does indeed come out pretty awkwardly due to his accent.     He might know how to read the words and what they mean, but that definitely doesn't mean he's good at pronouncing them.     Anything to distract him from the freakish look that Nine just sent his way. Kirito suppresses a shudder. What is WRONG with that guy? ... Other than 'everything', a sarcastic inner monologue of his declares...     But seeing that the majority of the things are headed towards Corona, Kirito gulps. "Keep an eye on the foxgirl, she might get swarmed!" It doesn't take much for him to realize that the zombies are WAY more interested in her than anyone else here. For obvious reasons.     For whatever reason, these zombies don't trigger his loathing and fear much. Not like the ones from a few days ago... or those of a few years ago. These are clearly not ex-people to his brain the way a plague-ravaged city's population was. For all he knows they were summoned from the Plane of Zombie.     So he takes a combat stance without fear, and allows his sword to ignite with a frosty gale and white-blue energies! he rushes towards the nearest group and lashes out with a tremendously powerful and speedy blow his arm alone couldn't have managed, a deep thrust. Icy crystals splatter evey which way in the air following the strike... but the sword changes direction abrubtly and cuts sideways, then down, up... and with a final motion he YANKS the blade free by cutting up and out through the zombie and swinging wide to his side to clop another hard on the head with the remnants of the ice-burst!     The ice-elemental Sword Skill, 'Savage Fulcrum.' The shockwave's enough to strike several zombies bunched up.... 

:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:''' Tomoe is not going to be hositle to Nine, but she's going to be very much on her guard for trouble. She falls in she noties Corona nad gives her a grin for a moment. "Good to see your alive Corona!" The tank is chipper and she looks taro for a moment "Yes, it similates everything, or the victems of SAO would have gone insane from sensory input issues." "No no that wasn't too bad, I mean more like things that were unintional lewd names." To think Tomoe has always had a standing offer on English and honesly Kirito's been a big help with her Japanese too. Tomoe is not afraid of the Zombies but she's cautious she always is and she then launches into the attacks with her Naginata she's not doing taking todaty it seems. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     The barrage of firepower from Corona results in many undead exploding into dangerous shrapnel of mineral shards. The same goes for the ones blown apart by the King Golem's weapon as used by Taro. While the hardness of the shards varies wildly, they're going to probably get into joints and scratch up any exposed soft tissues. It won't be terribly fun.     The first few zombies sliced up by Kirito go down, in spite of the hideous scraping noise of the mineral-shot dead flesh against the blade. The ones that are hit by the shockwave elemental technique though, shatter much like the undead that were shot by his allies. Tomoe has a slightly easier time with her naginata, avoiding the worst of any backlash from dying undead due to the reach of the weapon.     Nine is pressed in on all sides by the unquiet dead, with sharpened talons scraping greedily at the golem's flesh.     Now that the undead are closer, the extermination team can see tiny blue pinpoints of light in empty sockets, gleaming with an undying hate for the living. Though individually they fall quickly, there is a horde of them here, and what ones do find openings in the offense of the party members lunge with open maws and outstretched arms to attack. 

:'''{{#var:269|No. 9 (269)}} has posed:'''     What is wrong with Number Nine? Well. That's quite a list. Probably first off is a general bad mental state borne of various chemical imbalances that would've been best addressed in youth that, in an adult male led to negative self destructive impulses and a sort of ambient soul fatigue a little to the left of depression and to the right of chronic fatigue paired with a genetic predisposition towards lowered seratonin levels and a susceptibility to habit forming substances and situations as a method of coping. Add three or four pumps of laziness, a shot of feeling sorry for himself, a twist of incredibly empty gaping self esteem issues, a brief zestful grating of bad life choices, and a carefully measured out draught of one incredibly horrific bad decision, heavily infused with both self loathing and guilt over the fact that it was his decision, and therefore ultimetly exactly his fault. Mix with ice, shake, strain through 72 hours of unmedicated deeply invasive full body surgery minus any and all sorts of painkillers or anything resembling a bedside manner and the introduction into his body of an empathically emphatically hostile life hating semi-sentient partially colonial awakened hostile organelle, followed by extensive gaslighting, both sensory deprivation and overload oriented torture, sleep food and contact deprivation and copious amounts of dehumanizing brainwashing... add some muddled sugar and mint, and you have the world's most fucked up mojito.     Enjoy. Please imbibe responsibly.     As for Nine? His answer is to bare those all-too-human-teeth and ROAR, a rasping, half mechanical sound and a loud echoing call of trepidation, shaking hatred, madness and a brash bravado of shaken warning, and launch himself at the nearest group. His overlong arms brush the ground with thick metallic fingertips as he closes in, one hand clamping around the ankle of one of those half fossilized skeletal shamblers which would abruptly find itself being utilized as a particularly ungainly and knobbly club, whipped at and then through a couple of the particularly crubbly zombie shamblers like a miniboss in a beatemup with a heavy chain. He lashes at the horde rising before him, that unholy howl of his continuing even as the flecked saliva builds at the side of his lip, his eyes blazing crazily as the group closes in. And yet his eyes keep drifting towards Taro. Honestly if the horde drew him down and devoured him, his thoughts would only be to his friends and to the horror of the bio-outbreak that would be unleashed if the containment field he utilized were to fully fail, trigguring a NM outbreak. Fun. 

:'''{{#var:1|Kirito (1)}} has posed:''' THESE ZOMBIES EXPLODE AND SPRAY HARMFUL FRAGMENTS! That's terrifying. Kirito winces fiercely as he's pelted by the crystal and rock shards. They shave off chunks of HP, but nothing his Battle Healing can't handle in a flash. Still... pain has become a thing, more and more, that he must deal with. This little amount won't stagger him though. Instead of getting stunlocked by this he twists his second weapon into action. It shines with radiant light as he LUNGES through the formation as though rocket-propelled. This one's element is Light, and it draws a shining trail through the air....     He comes to a halt only to hear Nine's bestial ROAR. THAT gets the Spriggan's eyes going WIDE open. Nine is very quickly shuffled onto Kirito's 'most worrisome dudes in the Multiverse' list, mentally... 

:'''{{#var:711|Corona Arclite (711)}} has posed:''' As the first zombies through the barrage of plasma lunge towards Corona's position there's a loud mechanical bang not unlike a cannon going off. Save it's not a cannon, just the tensed gears and springs releasing to send Hopalong rocketing over the rocky terrain at the front of the approaching horde. Slamming into the lead zombie like a jackalope shaped rocket it leaps off and into the rest of the group in a whirlwind of mechanized fury, lashing out with shovel-like forepaws and jackhammering kicks. "Atta boy, keep 'em busy!" Corona flips her shotgun around and shoves it back into it's sling as she turns and scampers back to the buggy she rode in on. She doesn't want to be out in the open if these things are gonna spew rock shards and viscera every time one of them dies! There's plenty of ducking and dodging as is before she vaults over the rollcage and drops back into the driver's seat, kicking a lever as she does to rev the steam and pulsarium driven engine back up. She's got something to deal with such a target rich environment but it needs a moment to wind up to speed, hopefully Hopalong can keep bashing zombies long enough for it to do so. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''      Taro rights himself with a grunt that's equal parts irritation and effort, and dials back the audio in his right ear. Nine, Tomoe, and Kirito are all manning the front lines, which works well and fine for their respective fighting styles (or general mayhem in Nine's case) but not as well when one's trying to lay down cover fire with an imprecise weapon. Particularly one meant to be wielded by someone with considerably more mass.     If he has been handed what's effectively a turret, then better that he start using it like one. And since so far he's not been attracting much attention on his own...     He crab-walks over to a stumpy stalagmite or otherwise builtup mass of mineral and stone and kneels down, the upper crust crunching in protest as he sets the underside of the rifle atop it. Firing angle, accounting for ceiling, is less than ideal. Still. The rifle hums again as it finishes charging, and he triggers another blast in an attempt to land it further back behind the front lines. 

:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:''' Tomoe knows the wonders of having reach and is loving making use of it. These undead don't bother her too much there is a shudder but it's not like the sort from a Romero film that would be harrowing to her. Or those say from Priscilla's home world. Those things still gave her nightmare. She keeps moving and is almost dancing, people might take notices that she's a lot more agile than one might think her to be, "Well if you got an idea of how to stop these things from comming back and lets be honest we need to dispose of these things after!" 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     The unlucky fossilized skeleton that No. 9 grabs and flails about with like a weapon is quickly battered into broken chunks of stone-like bones as it slams into other undead. It'd be comedic if not for the raging King Golem at the other end. The motley assemblage of undead doesn't seem that deterred by the fury of the golem's attacks, and press forward in clawing waves.     It seems that Hopalong isn't drawing the attention of the mindless undead at all. At least, they don't seem to react to the steampowered jackalope until it actually kicks them. By then it is generally too late for the more brittle undead being to react to the more sturdily constructed Hopalong. But the ones that are missed or otherwise unharmed by Hopalong simply continue straight towards the gray fox and her ride.     Taro's efforts aren't in vain, as the rail rifle takes out a knot of undead that were swifter on their feet than their fellows; ones that were headed for Corona and Number Nine to boot. There's a pretty pile of pulverized minerals and body parts to speak for Taro's work, onerous though it may be to wield the giant rifle. The shadows seem to grow longer and darker around Taro's perch though, like ink running and pooling of its own volition.     Kirito's Light-based elemental attack is far more effective in that it disintegrates the flesh from around the minerals, leaving intact crystals and nodes. The undead seem to be thinning out around the swordsman and Tomoe through their combined efforts. Heads are rolling from the naginata swings and the undead aren't quite able to keep up with the more nimble Tomoe. 

:'''{{#var:269|No. 9 (269)}} has posed:'''     Claws don't bother him. He heals, he's scarred. He's fucked up anyway. The thing that he isn't paying attention to and SHOULD be is the sheer press of former human flesh. See most people in this state would be dragged down and devoured. Nine is... a bit tougher than that. He's heavy enough it's hard to knock him over and teeth buried in his tough, leathery flesh are more likely to be left in the dimple of the wound then to rip at the GOLEM's metallically reinforced mutated muscle and hide. But the press, the wall of flesh, the tide of the undead, even for Mister Stupid and Reckless over here it's like beginning to sink in quicksand; if the quicksand were angry and drunk and trying to bite you. So sort of like 3am ex girlfriend bootycall quicksand. Which, um, doesn't exist. Nevermind. Bad analogy.     He's getting tired of being borne down and crushed beneath the half crystalline, crusty groaning horde, so out of the press an arm reaches, ironically like a zombie rising from its grave. It is followed by an elbow flex and a hand settling onto a rather questionably structurally intact skull, which, predictably, causes him a bit of trouble when it caves in with a wet crunchy sound. But that is followed by another, that thick gore-smeared mechanical hand rising up once more, the intact lower leg of the fossilized skeleton propped across three or four undead and used as a brace to pull Mr. Big and Ugly up. A tottering big-ass boot finds a shoulder, partially collapses a spine, finds another brace and- rising his eyes to his brother, covered in glittering crystal and beslimed by half decayed blood and gore he looks like, just, the absolutely most fabulous ghoul you could imagine who wasn't decked out in epic pimp gear. Eyes on Taro widen, catching a glance of that rising darkness- and even as his hand rises, finger stabbing out he stumbles, halfway falling back into the clawing swell of undead corpses. "TARO-" and then cut off. 

:'''{{#var:711|Corona Arclite (711)}} has posed:''' Some bits of stone and bone from the ones Hopalong smashes clatter against the riveted plates of the buggy while Corona is busy adjusting dials and making sure gauges are reading right. That's going to take forever to clean out of the cracks and seams later. Hopefully nothing wedges into any The persistance is rewarded finally with plumes of steam hissing out from the back of the buggy as hydraulics lift a cylindrical module up from the back and out over the top of the rollcage. A ring of six tubes extend out of the end, and with a click-clacking of gears start to rotate. "FIRE IN THE HOLE!" That's Hopalong's warning to break from the zombies and dive under the vehicle for cover. Because moments later the gear-and-steam driven minigun gets up to speed and roars to life into a hailstorm of many, many, MANY rounds pumped out into the zombie horde. Individual shots might not do much to their petrified bodies, but take those hits repeatedly is going to start adding up and cracking through. Or so Corona hopes. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''      "I would give funeral rites, but I doubt the CyberGoddess would take them!"     Deadpan aside, Taro's expression shifts from merely dour to grim. This reminds him all too much of at least one mission he and Nine had taken for Hellsing, and he even remarks as such to him privately. The thought then drops to a lower priority as the EM Rifle completes its cycle of reloading and recharging. With Corona having moved further into the back line, Nine is taking the brunt of the undead's attention. It would be easy to understand then why he mistakes Nine shouting his name as a cry for help.      More mineral-grit crunches as he pivots the rifle on its improvised stone axis, bringing it to bear on the zombies and skeletons closing in on his adoptive brother. If he aims any closer, he risks hitting the Golem himself. Which he could no doubt otherwise survive, but not like this. "Hold on!" He pulls the trigger again, letting loose another round.      Then, he reflexively ducks his head as Corona makes her actions known in a rattling of even more serious cover fire.     In the heat of the moment, tt doesn't occur to him to look where Nine was pointing. 

:'''{{#var:1|Kirito (1)}} has posed:''' "Haaaaaah... score one more for the typical undead weakness." Being a very genre savvy gamer can sure come in handy in the Multiverse. In way more ways than just one or even five...     "Then... let's clean this horde up!" He shoots Tomoe a confident smile rather briefly... then sets his gaze firmly on the zombies rushing for him.     The chance is subtle to the eye, but almost palpable to less overt senses. Kirito's stoking himself up, sharpening his spirit through willpower and focusing his killing intent like a third sword to wield.     The more he travels out into the Multiverse like this, the more that the long-buried Black Swordsman emerges. With every mission like this, he regains his edge. On the 'downside'... he's a bit less daringly mischevious.     There's no time to be too reckless with lives on the line.     The rank air whips into a fury as he transitions instantly from stationary swordsman to a blur of black moving fast enough for the air to *CRACK* thunderously. Not even bothering to use a sword skill, he aims to swoop past a grouping of zombies and chop off their heads with his enchanted obsidian blade while moving almost too quickly for the eye to see! 

:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:''' Tomoe is just making use of attacks, physically she has some magic but tends to use it to support when she can. If she can melee? She's going to melee and that's just how it is. She dances around strike out. She'll even make use of caverns terrain to get about, with a lot of acrobatics as she goes. It's hard to think right now she's the GU's main tank with her moving likt this she'll even end up flipping over ont of them. "House cleaning huh? Is tht what this is? I should have used a broom today!"" 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     The horde is consists of a whole lot of mineral wealth and stragglers at this point, with the combined onslaught of Kirito, Tomoe, No. 9, Corona Arclite, and Hopalong. Well, at least Neo-Arcadia can harvest the mineral remains of the undead here to pay for the geo-thermal tap and the assistance rendered. There's a field of destroyed undead between the six of them, with the stragglers stumbling pretty hard over the various chunks of their ruined peers.     But Taro seems to have attracted the attention of some undead shadows. Perhaps the raw power draw of the huge gun futzed with their sense for the living? The shadows creep upon Taro's legs and back, bringing a sudden deep chill to contrast with the too-hot atmosphere of the cavern pocket. Electricity is being drained by the touch. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Taro feels a sudden chill in spite of the combined heat of cavern, weapon, and his armor, though he doesn't know why. Vampires, werewolves, zombies, thralls, those are the forms of undead he's familiar with, thanks to Hellsing. These are outside his knowledge base, and frankly almost outside his sensors' range.     His first real indication that something is Seriously Wrong is when his energy levels begin taking a sudden and unexplainable drop, slightly slower but nearly as severe as a long point-to-point teleport. His armor's energy pack falls victim as well, and more quickly.He looks down at himself, and begins to bring up a hand. That act obviously slows, nearly coming to a complete halt as the augments slow from the power drain. "What..?!"     He then tries to work furiously to ditch the armor, but he's fumbling. He's going to become a locked prisoner in his own armor in a moment. 

:'''{{#var:269|No. 9 (269)}} has posed:'''     So. Um. Who wants to see a berzerker rampage? You? Do you want to? How about you? Well brace yourself. Get a drink. Settle back in your seat. Because you, ladies and gentlemen are about to be front and center, 40 yard line, THE premier seats for what is about to go down. Because Taro is in trouble.     And Nine... he can't... he just can't.     Now before, Nine had been... trying to climb. Over, out, he had been trying to climb. This was more like swimming. An aggressive lunge forward, hands going out straight and then hooking viciously to the side, pulling himself through until he hits a pocket of steamy, stinking, blessedly free air.     There is a lunge, a crouch, and another of those rasping roars, and Nine is lunging at his adoptive brother, his eyes full of madness and his face streaked with gore.     There is a blur of orange. Nine has drawn the gunblade. Now, the gun part? Probably utterly useless. The blade? Probably useless. The ionized force edge? Might be useless. Might not. Maybe 50 50. But? He doesn't care. He won't stop until his brother is safe, and so even as Taro is starting to bow and slow and shut down from the energy drain, Nine is in full sputtering grit toothed eye blazing ridiculously stupid overblown berzerker rage. Whether this will save Taro or just give them another target? He doesn't fucking care. Taro is in danger. That's all he knows. All he can know. 

:'''{{#var:711|Corona Arclite (711)}} has posed:''' The gratuitous application of firepower goes on for several minutes before smoke starts to hiss from within the minigun's casing. Several gauges start to wobble their needles towards the red zone so Corona lets go of the firing stick before the weapon overheats and severely damages itself. Though by the look of it the worst of the horde is thinning out. "Tch. Minin' is a lot less fun when ya gotta fight for it." There's clamoring against the metal side of the buggy, but it turns out to just be Hopalong climbing back up into the cab once its stopped raining bullets. "Ah reckon," Corona gives her goggles a tug to make sure they're on firmly in place, then grabs the shift stick, "we show these stragglers what rocks -really- are weak to." The fox yanks down on the shifter out of P and past R and even D to click into place on B. What does 'B' stand for you ask? Seeing as a normal vehicle shifter doesn't have that setting. Well that's a very good question. Corona stomps down on the throttle, and as the buggy screechs its tires to roar forward, the drill on the front end starts spinning up to rock crushing speed. Apparently 'B' stands for 'Bore'. And with that quad suspension in addition to the drill the aptly named Boom Buggy won't have much trouble with the terrain or the obstructions of the redead-undead remains to tear into what remains of the zombies, and then just run them over if need be. If nothing else, keep them from swarming towards 9 while he's busy bezerking all over whatever attacked Taro. 

:'''{{#var:1|Kirito (1)}} has posed:''' "heh...." With the horde largely crushed, Kirito does something Tomoe won't find odd at all... but others might. he swings the blades he holds as if to clean them of anything stuck to them, then slides them neatly into their scabbards in unison. The same thing he -always- does after finishing a fight...     Except... CLUNK CLUNK WHUNK, the nearby clatter has him turning about to STARE at Taro's situation. "What's... what's going on there?!" His reperieve really didn't last long, but he's still trying to deduce what is HAPPENING so he can figure out a countermeasure... 

:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:''' Tomoe Sees that things seem to be oer or at least they are making a good deal of progress here as they hack and slahs. Tomoe no ends up spinning around like a tornado as she moves to rip into the beasties she keeps tabs on everyone else to make sure she doesn't end up cutitng into them. Deep down? She's really enjoying this? No she's loving it but then with the last of the horde are done she stops and moves to lean. She moves put he spear on her back and laughs. "Well that was a workout...wait what? What's going on?" 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Just one of the shadows is disappated by the ionized force edge of Nine's weapon. Seeing as how Nine is much more alive than Taro, several of the undead shades go for the King Golem, warmth and life leeching away from where they touch. To those who are watching, it looks as if the darkness has come alive to attack both Nine and Taro. Grasping tendrils and half-glimpsed evil faces somewhere within the shadows.     Corona's drilling attachment/drive makes short work of the stray corporeal undead, seeing as how they aren't nimble enough to get out of the Boom Buggy's way. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''      Nine wittingly or unwittingly draws some of the unliving shadows away from him, slowing the drain from his own systems. It comes too late for his armor - the energy pack has been drained to a mere trickle, leaving him all but locked in place. And he has no idea why. Though he can still move his hands, when he tries to clench his fingers around one of the shadows, they touch nothing but a sense of severe cold.     "Energy drain," Taro gasps the words. "Armor...I can't stop it!" 

:'''{{#var:711|Corona Arclite (711)}} has posed:''' After the last zombie has been crunched Corona cruises to a stop back by the others. Leans forward a little to peer at what's going on, like people are fighting shadows while Taro is sprawled on the ground. Groaning about loss of energy. Which is all she needs to hear. "Just get ridda those.. things! Com'n Hopalong." Corona and her companion both hop out of the buggy, and the vixen grabs something else from a compartment before hurrying over. "Hang on." Turns out the thing she grabbed was a crowbar, which she tries to pry the drained armor off with. Hopalong remains at her side, ready to chase off anything that tries to come after her while she's trying to help Taro get some movement back. 

:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:''' Tomoe says "The darkness really?" Tomoe isn't sure what to do about this but then she has an idea she starts chanting in badly accented norse as she starts to have gold words fly around her. There's this final moment when the spell finishes as the rays of light start flying at the darkness hopfully it will do something. "Kirito keep out of getting close we're pretty much a buffet if it's draining energy1" 

:'''{{#var:269|No. 9 (269)}} has posed:'''     Draining is never fun for the Golem King. See, the Neo Mitochondria don't like being depowered. They tend to draw down deep, pulling up energy reserves, firing up the old furnaces and refusing to be placed into a disimpowered state. Which means? Nine? Is suddenly very hungry, very tired, and very very crazed. It's hard for him to fight off the Neo Mitochondria's effect over his mental state when he's going down and, through fighting the menace, they're going up.     But Taro... Taro is soon gonna be rendered immobile. Helpless. He needs help. Now Nine's job is to keep his brother-monster safe. A glance at Corona as she's trying to pry Taro out of his armor. His own hand shakes as he reaches down, along his side, approximately at kidney height or so. Fumbles. There's a grunt, fumbling around, and a long drawn out hiss. And a rather, bloody, high tech looking extension cord is eased forth, offered to Taro, the light in his eyes dimming to a mellowed dark and rolling amber."Promise me you'll at least get away from here." There's a pretty good chance Nine isn't necessarily going to die here, but he's losing energy fast, and he's not gonna be very good for helping Taro out. Taro's gotta get away from here. Let the others do the fighting. Keep himself safe. The blood on the cord and plug sizzles and falls away, another tug unwinding a bit of a spool. Nine's a cyborg and all, but yeesh, that's a bit of a ghoulish attachment nevertheless.     He's brushing back some hair from the back of Taro's neck, muttering in embarrassment the entire time- "Sorry, sorry, I know this is weird sorry, sorry I know this is strange sorry. Here, here here here um-" At least the fizzling water boiling off it would make it more or less sterile? Well, more sterile then it would've been anyway. Yes? Yeah. Um. Yeah... 

:'''{{#var:1|Kirito (1)}} has posed:''' "Are you kiddingg?! We can't just stand there doing nothing!" Kirito's reaction is instantaneous. Even if he might not be very close to Taro, he's not about to leave an ally to fend for themselves while he just stands there watching. THAT IS A TERRIBLE thing to do!     That said, what CAN he do?     He can't see what's going on. But he can make a pretty sharp guess. They were warned about spirits... and energy-draining, ghostly touches points to one solid conclusion.     Taro's being assaulted by something invisible.     And if that's the case, there's one possible solution...     He dives straight over to Taro, drawing his sword again. Once again he raises it into a Sword Skill posture, and once again it shines brilliantly with the Light element of before.     But he doesn't COMPLETE the skill and begin its animation, he just lets it stay at the 'ready' position. If his hunch is right, perhaps whatever's haunting Taro will be repelled by being too close to something of Light element! 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Corona's efforts aren't in vain, as she does distract some of the shadows with her aliveness, drawing several to her. It spreads the pain, sure, but it means an individual person isn't getting hit with all of them. Cold and numb affects those places the shadows touch...     The shadows hiss evily as the combined light spells of Kirito and Tomoe hit home. It illuminates them starkly against the people they're attacking, and sears them awfully. Their incorporeal flesh bubbles and boils away at the touch of the light magic, destroying them utterly. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''      Finding chinks in the armor wide enough for a crowbar (especially since it had started off undamaged) is a bit tricky. Taro's words are a bit weak and slurred, but he's still conscious enough to give Corona some directions. "There, between shoulder and arm, where it meets the wing assembly...aah!" He twitches a bit as the shadowy creatures suddenly dissipate, not so much from painful chill but at the sudden lack of it.     The armor makes click-clacking creaking sounds as locks are brute-forced open. Thankfully Nine is there to keep him from pitching forward while he's unbalanced. "Thank you..." he breathes. Followed by, "I'll be fine." Never mind his appearance being the opposite. "You don't have to..." 

:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:''' Tomoe watches as her and Kirito's diea work the beasts seem tobe no more she lowes one hand to make sure the things are gone. "i eveyrone all right? No problem honesly lets make sure these things don't come back, right?" She notes tiltingher hed and looking the caves over for a moment "Man it must suck do reovations break into a new cave and monsters come boiling out..." 

:'''{{#var:711|Corona Arclite (711)}} has posed:''' Corona Arclite shivers as she feels the cold presence, making it difficult to work with the crowbar a bit even with the instruction where to pry from Taro. "Hopalong... heat things up a little..." As usual, the non-living construct is being ignored by the specters. Though his photonic receptors can't see the shadows. So instead he just starts venting hot steam around himself, Corona and Taro to try and ward the cold based spooks off while the vixen is working. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     There seems to be an eerie calm now that the corporeal undead hordes are so much dust and rocks. With the shadows sent to the hereafter by light-aspected magic, the danger is gone as far as anyone knows. It seems the mission was a success, albeit having a harrowing end thanks to pesky incorporeal undead... 

:'''{{#var:711|Corona Arclite (711)}} has posed:''' Corona Arclite helps Taro back onto his feet if allowed. "Got a bit sticky at the end there but Ah reckon we pulled it off. Now y'all can get to settin' up yer thermal generators and what not." 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''      "You idiot." Those words are directed at Nine as he extracts himself from the now unconscious Golem's grasp. There's no venom in his voice. It's almost affectionate.     He somewhat grudgingly accepts Corona's help regaining his feet. "Yes, thank you. Thank you all." Normally he would bow, but he doesn't completely trust his balance. A deep nod to the rest of them will have to suffice. "The sooner we can start building, the better off my city will be."     He casts a glance around them, eyes lingering on the undead now hopefully fully dead, before shifting his gaze to Nine. "I'll bring him home." He knows that he'll wake up ravenous, likely raving. Not something the rest of them have to see. 

:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:''' Tomoe says "Well tat was a thing wasn't it?" She looks to the others as she walks over to them. "What? Your my employing letting you die would be bad for my reutation. Riught 'll help Kirito if it's needed. Whelp this should settle my bills for the month. So that's not so bad righ? We should get out of here though if we're not needed any longer. You know where to drop off my payment." 
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5012/Guardians

2017-01-14T04:27:37Z

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|Synopsis=A Grimm incursion brings out guardians for Vale's citizenry. A new Digimon Tamer is revealed.
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     The grimm swarm in, a pack of beowolves and a den of ursai. The shadowy creatures seek the darkness that lurks in the hearts of humans and fauna, splitting into several groups. The larger of the splinter groups are lead by the leaders; beowolves lead by an Alpha, ursai lead by an Ursa Major. Unhappy homes, shelters for the downtrodden, miserable places to work; the places where despair, melancholy, and rage concentrate. They attract the grimm like moths to flame.     A factory where the owner considers the employees more tools of industry than people has its loading dock doors shattered by a rush of ursai, scattering the workers in panicked screams. The employees hide behind the ominous machinery they work with daily, hoping the Hunters arrive quickly.     The screams of children at play are interrupted by the appearance of the wolf-like grimms, the matron and older children ushering the younger inside. Though the entrance is barred, the beowolves stalk the exterior, looking for easier access while the larger one claws on the barred door. The headmaster and matron are doing their best to get their charges upstairs, to buy time.     The shelter was for the down and out, the homeless among Vale. It was more a shanty-town under a bridge, but it was a semblance of home. The despair draws the Alpha Beowolf and its pack mates, forcing the people there to take up makeshift arms to try to defend themselves. There is an anomaly here; the grimms have rushed past a young ashen-haired woman for unknown reasons. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang is racing through the streets, the deep growl of her motorcycle ripping through the air as panicked civilians flee the oncoming tide of Grimm. CitySEC are responding, riot troops and riflemen taking up defensive positions to contain the incursion and provide safety to the civilians. "Captain, what're we looking at?" asks Yang as she comes to a stop near the forward post.     "About thirty Beowolves and eight Ursa, they're being led by an Alpha and an Ursa Major, but they're splitting up... it's like they're looking for something." replies the captain. "We're glad you're here, Team CVFY is already on site, but they're bogged down with the number of Grimm."     Yang nods, taking off her helmet and making sure Ember Celica are loaded. "Alright, there should be some others coming too, send 'em to where they're needed. Make sure the civvies are safe." she claps the guy on the shoulder, then leaps over the riot shield wall, sprinting off to go hunting. 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     Golden arrives, having followed the tug of his crest to Vale. He had traveled with Alden a good distance, and was glad for the support of his fellow digimon. He hops his away through the broken section of wall. "Oh... I've been here before. This is where I lost the crest in the first place... And it sounds like there's trouble, Alden! We ought to go help 'em!" The pull was stronger in the direction of the shanty-town, and he heard the sounds of conflict that way... so he follows the trail that way. Deep down he wants to try and make up for all the damage he did under Drowned Ophelia's influence and this seemed like a good place to start. 

:'''{{#var:765|Gaonoir (765)}} has posed:''' The deep growl of a roaring engine through the streets towards danger and excitement.... is something Erika wishes she could hear, instead of the stifling whine of an electric motor being all her scooter can produce. Thank heavens for warpgates, or she'd never get anywhere. Though it's fairly apparent why the young lady can't get licensed for something bigger, when she's paying more attention to the device clutched in one hand. "A monster attack, on Friday the 13th, -and- it's in the same vicinity as that vage digital signal you've been trying to track. It can't be a coincidence." Gaonoir snorted over her shoulder. "This is not time to turn it into a conspiracy theory--" Then the dog-like digimon stops, turning his gaze in the other direction, ears leaning foward. He on the other hand is glad the scooter isn't very loud, because it's easier to make out the sound of claws trying to rip through metal a few blocks away. "Over this way." Gaonoir hops off the back of the scooter and sprints off towards the factory. "Whaa... Why do you always have to run off like that?!" The little electric motor protests as Erika has to turn wide and weave back to get to where Gaonoir jumped off, and by then he's already a good deal ahead of her. "Geez, wait up!" 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' The Gabumon X is more than glad to help Golden with the hunt, to keep the metalmamemon safe, and just to spend time with his friend!. He jumps through the broken wall after Golden, with Katze perched on his head, "Are you sure we should be here?" asks the Shinki. Alden just reaches to pet the small Maochao, "If he says it's this way..." he halts mid sentence, ears perk up. "Yeah, I hear them!" he growls back. "Katze!". There is a short lived, but bright, burst of light, and he stands on his Garurumon X form, "Golden, climb on my back!" he asks, waiting for him to get settled, before bolting in the direction of the conflict. 

:'''{{#var:8|Deelel (8)}} has posed:''' Deelel ahd worked iwth the Digimon on and off and had helped out Remant before. However today? Deelel ius on down town she's been snooping about a music shop, buying old recordings there and also on a cheap smart phone buying music online. Well that's what she /was/ doing until the Grim showed up and this has Deelel's attention sehs'a already on the road and riding in on her light cycle which makes a very strange and alien noise as Deelel gets an idea of how to deal with tyhe grim. She could use the light walls to delay them... 

:'''{{#var:385|Yuna Kagurazaka (385)}} has posed:''' Yuna had literally just finished an event on her homeworld - not merely a live appearance, but a media interview - when the call for help came in, and she wasted no time in getting to Remnant as fast as she possibly could. She'll have to get back to the TV studio in Shiraokadai before she de-transforms entirely, just to get the little help she needs with her idol dress - and to make sure it's properly in the care of the wardrobe department. It's not the first time she's been thankful for the way she transforms, and it probably won't be the last. She's still in Flight Form as she comes racing in, although Jiina, Marina, and Erina are all following pretty close behind her; the Beowolves around the orphanage are the most obvious threat to civilians or allies, and Yuna wastes no time at all in opening up on them - showering the Beowolves with a barrage of focused energy bolts from the pulse blasters in her Flight Form's vambraces. Physically, it might not do much more than annoy the creatures of Grimm ... but it's not just physical effects Yuna's worried about. She goes out of her way to swoop past one of the upper-floor windows, slow enough that anyone inside can see that she's a battlesuited human girl (rather than, say, a Nevermore), and continues harrassing the Grimm to try and draw their attention away from the orphanage and its residents. If anyone's been caught outside, she's actively trying to clear the Beowolves away from around them - saving lives is, as usual, Yuna's paramount concern. But trying to rekindle hope is a very close second, especially where the Grimm are concerned. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     The Shanty Town group of Beowolves are stalking the streets, seeking out anyone not quick enough to escape. The screams of the doomed fill the air, and the scent of blood is choking. Deelel's lightwalls do help to funnel the Grimm away from some groups of civilians, but there's only so much that the Elites can do to save everyone.     The Orphanage is locked down tight, the Matron and her Aides firing rifles out of the windows, as the children huddle in the central room on the top floor. As Yuna flies past, the Matron lets out a cheer. Rescue is here! The adults redouble their efforts, firing at the Beowolves that don't take notice of Yuna, though the Alpha certainly does. The massive beast howls, shrugging off pulse blasts that just deflect off the boneplates on its back, before it leaps and tries to swat the flying Savior of Light out of the air.     Gaonoir comes upon a group of pitch black bears. They turn on him almost as one as he approaches, and roar as they lumber in to attack. The leader, a massive hulk of a beast, covered in bone plates and menacing with spikes, remains at the back, growling menacingly. 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     Golden hops onto Alden, making sure he doesn't knock Katze off. Onward!     The young woman forces her way to the front of the little shelter area, pulling out a strangely stylized sunburst pendant. It's been her good luck charm against grimm before, maybe it'll get her and her friends through this. She thrusts it forward like one presents a cross to a vampire. "Go away! There's nothing for you here!"     Much to the amazement of Ashley and her friends, the crest begins glowing with an orange light. Suddenly a wash of positive emotions welling out from the Crest of Courage, masking the fear of the people huddled in the maintenance tunnel. And the glow is becoming brighter, as well as pulling in motes of light to itself. The 'faint' digital signal is now strong and clear, showing up on Erika's digivice and pulling Golden much more strongly than before.     "Do you sense that too, Alden?" Golden asks. 

:'''{{#var:8|Deelel (8)}} has posed:''' Deelel seems to have no iussue with the high speed as she keeps oging with her light cycle trying to cut off the various GRIMM she'll even move to use the wall to tey and take them out if she can as she does her high speed dance on the light cycle as she zips aout trying to keep them away from the civilians even as others move to get to takuing the infestation out. <<Deelel here serously how many grimm are we looking at?>> 

:'''{{#var:765|Gaonoir (765)}} has posed:''' Gaonoir probably could of handled a pack of Ursa himself, just evolving to his Adult stage (which could be mistaken for one at a distance). But when he comes around the bend to see the boney details of a more advanced leader the digimon skids to a stop. This was going to be a bit more complicated than he had anticipated. "Erika," he steps back as the Ursa turn towards him, ears swiveling towards the sound of the scooter catching up, "Now would be a good time to do your Tamer thing..." "On it!" The scooter wobbles a bit as Erika tries to handle braking with one hand, while switching the D-Port off the comm app and back to it's primary function mode. When she finally flicks to the right setting she presses her thumb to the screen as the digital motes of purple and red start swirling around the device. "Digivice, online!" Then holds it up in front of her. "Ultimate Digivolution... EXECUTE!" Blackgaomon, Warp Digivolve to scrolls across the screen as the build-up of energy, drawing additional bolstering from Erika's own spirit, erupts from the outheld device to engulf Gaonoir just as the Ursa horde is moving to attack. Within the brief caccoon of energy Gaonoir's form is stripped down to it's basic digital structure, then rebuilt up much the same way one would start with a wire frame and start adding layers and effect over it. Until the corona of energy briefly explodes away, swirling about and behind the new form to congeal into it's midnight cloak as armored feet hit the pavement. Massive vambrace arms crossed over the armored chest as eyes illuminate with the wolf-motiff helmet. Umbra Gaogamon. The first of the Ursa to lunge at him Gaonoir grabs around the neck, holding it up briefly as the vicious claws scratch into the Dark Digitron armor covering his body. And then chokeslams the beast into the ground. "Is that the best you've got?!" Probably not, but that's the entire point of taunting. Get their attention on him, not the people hiding inside the building. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' The big wolf races in the direction of the noises, "I sense something." he mumbles, ears swiveling, "Is that your crest?" he asks softly, his run slowing down somewhat as they get closer, making sure to announce himself with loud growls, and once close enough, he stops, "Golden, climb off.".      He takes no chances, the situation sounds... and smells serious!... Katze fumbles with the device, another burst of light, before he transforms to his strongest shape!, a large machine on threads, gatling gun replacing one arm, a shoulder mounted missile pod, and a laser gun on the other!. It looks rather impressive, light pink color all over. "Come here you monsters!" he growls, his mini gun beginning to spin up. 

:'''{{#var:385|Yuna Kagurazaka (385)}} has posed:''' And that's why Yuna brought the whole Matrix of Light with her. The Alpha Beowolf leaps and swipes at just the right moment, its claws slamming into Yuna's lightly-armored frame and sending her spinning almost out of control with the Light Suit's protective aura flaring and crackling. Thankfully, she does not crash, although *without* that defensive aura, she would probably have been mauled to the point of incapacitation. Rather than slamming into the ground, Yuna manages to 'roll' out of her spin without making contact - and then her armor comes apart: not the uncontrolled shattering of the Light Suit failing, but an even separation of the flying armor parts, the purple sections of armor flashing back to blue as Jiina's orange-and-white form streaks in. Not exactly 'just as planned' - Yuna didn't expect to get swatted out of the air - but close enough; the transformation into Powered Form is quick, if not seamless, and a handful of seconds later, Yuna's feet - or rather, the feet of a bulky exo-skeletal battlesuit - settle heavily to the ground. The Matrix Divider materializes in Yuna's hands - her actual hands, sheathed in armor like her arms protruding from the suit's torso - and a quick shout of "Shugoseiheki!" prompts the white-blue-and-gold kite shield to materialize in the left exo-arm. "What're you waiting for, fuzzymasks?" Yuna calls out defiantly. "Scared to come after somebody who can actually stand her ground?" She hefts the Matrix Divider, taking aim - but not actually shooting yet. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     The Grimm in the Shanty town area all freeze. Suddenly they can't feel the negative emotions from the panicking citizens anymore. They look around confused, sniffing the air and starting to wander. It's an odd sight, seeing the massive black monsters wandering around as if lost.     The Alpha lands in a crouched position, turning burning red eyes to Yuna as she transforms to the larger Powered Form. It lifts its head, howls in a baleful, resonant tone, and then lunges forwards as the rest of the pack leap and lunge in as well. Someone should probably back Yuna up.     The Ursa flails, chokes, and then gets smashed into smoke, the body evaporating in seconds as its slammed into the ground. The rest continue to charge, while the Ursa Major gives a bellowing roar. A couple of the lesser Ursa get knocked through a wall by a bright yellow streak. "I'll keep some of 'em busy!" comes the familiar voice of Yang as she tries to take some of the pressure off of Gaonoir. 

:'''{{#var:765|Gaonoir (765)}} has posed:''' Gaonoir may be the dog here, but the Ursas are the ones trying to dogpile on him. Or maybe that still works in a difference sense. Either way, it's appreciated when Yang blasts past to knock some of the monsters away, even if there's not really time to say such because, you know, fighting. Teeth and claws continue to dig into his armor, and while the Dark Digitron works quickly to seal up and mitigate the damage, it's not quite the same as actually healing. Just preventing it from getting worse. Finally Gaonoir manages to shove himself back from the group, though the distance isn't going to last more than vague moments. "You need to get rid of them so we can deal with the boss." Erika as usual is staying back and trying to provide some sort of support, even if it's just shouting semi-obvious tactics. "Yeah, and I know just the thing..." Fists clench at his sides, legs flexing at the ready, cloak giving a dramatic flare out and fluttering behind him. As the Ursa bumrush him again Gaonoir charges in turn, dark energy continuing to crackle around the blades. "Zenith Cross!" One set of warclaws lashes out at a downward angle into his attacks, leaving a shearing arc of energy in its wake. Only for Gaonoir to twist around and swipe upward across it, essentially slashing a wide X across his opponents. 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     Golden obliges Alden by hopping down. And near a beowulf grimm, which hopefully is going to see the small metal ball as a better thing to eat/attack than the civilians. A few attempted rakes with his metal claw for attention on top of just jumping into the scene might do the trick. "Hey there, uglies. How about you pick on something less squishy?" Golden might now never call Gaonoir 'black dog' after meeting these things.     Ashley looks at the crest in wonderment as the thing glows brightly in her hand. Now the thing is causing distruptions in the local digital networks as it pulls in data and transmutes itself, changing shape before the girl's eyes into a small golden-yellow device on a lanyard. The newly minted digivice isn't done yet, showing the crest on it's screen and rattling in the girl's hands. It seems to be having some kind of effect on the golden MetalMamemon as he fights the Grimm, as pixel-like motes of light start to appear around him.     Golden ends up hopping his way forward, placing himself between the grimm and the people, and the grim between him and Alden. 

:'''{{#var:8|Deelel (8)}} has posed:''' Deelel keeps up with the lkight walls for now mocing to hem the things in b ut now she summons her light disc to her off hand, powers it up and now starst rying to drive byt any remaining grim she's going to do what she can to keep any of the remaining small fry down but she's going to have to join up with everyone else on the big bad Ursa sooner or later. 

:'''{{#var:385|Yuna Kagurazaka (385)}} has posed:''' Yuna grimaces slightly; she didn't quite expect ALL of them to come after her. But hey - better *her* than the orphanage. The Matrix Divider flares, a blast unleashed to try and put a hole into the Alpha Beowolf, but she didn't have time to charge it up for a potential kill shot; if she's lucky, that hole will slow the Alpha down, but it won't do much of anything about the rest of the pack. So when Yuna gets Beowolfpiled, the best she can really do is try to tank them until somebody comes to her aid. Her kite shield helps - she can smack Beowolves in the face with it instead of getting chomped on, but only one at a time. As for the smaller Beowolves, if they come at her at the right angle, she can pretty much stuff the Matrix Divider down a Beowolf's throat and blast it from the inside, and if the angle isn't QUITE that perfect, she can still do some damage and hopefully convince it to back off. What she's hoping to accomplish is a mix of 'getting out of the pile' and getting herself into the right position that she can open up with her beam cannons and blow the Beowolves away en masse ... But she has to do that *WITHOUT* also blowing away the orphanage. Or any other occupied buildings, for that matter. No, she actually didn't think this through too thoroughly, why do you ask? 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' The robot 'pink' wolf looks around, trying to scan how many targets, while his gun spins up faster, "Come here!" he asks again, finally picking the closest of the Beowolfs and trying to fill it with bullets, several small missile pods on his shoulder, sides and legs coming alive, shooting a couple projectiles each, aiming to blast them!, seems his aim is slightly off, still trying to get used to the targetting. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     The Ursa stagger at the shove, a couple toppling over as they overbalance, but roll back to their feet again with agility belying their size. As they rush back in, claws ready to continue slashing, the ones closes to the center of the assault are cleaved into black and bone chunks, evaporating into smoke. The ones at the edges fare a bit better, struck with deep red gashes in their hides, which seal over, though they're visibly weakened even as they go in to attack again. Finally, the Boss Monster starts to lumber forward, dropping to all fours as it literally begins to charge, likely aiming to body check the giant black dogmon with its pure weight.     Golden's taunts get the attention of the Grimm, every single one of them turning their red eyes onto him and his 'mount'. The howl, and leap to slash their claws at both digimon, raking claws across the MetalMamemon's digizoid armour as he repositions. They don't relent. Alden's assault, meanwhile, however innaccurate, does manage to stagger and outright cleave a couple Beowolves in half... but also does a bit of damage to the surrounding structures. Best be careful.     Meanwhile, the Alpha gets staggered, falling to a knee as the hole in its chest slowly seals up. It's weakened but Yuna really isn't in a position to take advantage. Rifle shots continue to ring out from the orphanage itself, the Matron and her Aides trying to provide some cover as best they can, scoring headshots on a couple of Beowolves staggered by the kite shield on Yuna's exo-arm. It's about then, that a guardian angel comes falling from on high. "YUNA, BRACE!" yells Yang, as she comes slamming down into the ground in the middle of the pack, pulsing her gauntlet to blast the Beowolves away. "Got here as fast as I could, take out the big guy, I'll keep the small fry busy." 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     Golden struggles as he's attacked by the beowolves, even tag-teaming them with Alden makes for a difficult time for him in his weakened state. He's doing his best to use his smaller frame to roll, dive, and hop about to cause confusion among the enemy. He does finally notice Ashley and the other humans huddled in the maintenance tunnel. It's hard not to with the dawn-bright light spilling from the digivice in the girl's hand. "Get them somewhere safe!" he shouts.     The girl brandishes the digivice as a kind of anti-grimm ward as she steps out into the open, letting the people behind her flee somewhere safer. Where-ever that is.     In Golden's head, he is somewhere else, fighting off a nest of DEX 'mon, seeing the humans as young and old digimon fleeing one more bastion that fell. All those old forgotten faces swimming back to life for the digimon. The pixel motes are intensifying around him, swirling faster even as his strength is fading. 

:'''{{#var:765|Gaonoir (765)}} has posed:''' While the others are fighting Erika gets distracted by her Digivice beeping at her. "What the... that digital signal we were trying to track is getting bigger!" She thumbs the device over to scanner mode, and squints as the radar style app blips a few times and reads the large spike of energy not far from their position. "Gaonoir, can you sense that?" The surviving Ursa move off to the sides, but Gaonoir's attention is grabbed by the larger Major pouding towards him, realizing too late that the others moved less to avoid him and more to prevent an easy sidestep of their leader's charge. As the Major lunges Gaonoir grabs the monster's shoulders, but it's size and weight is still enough to slam into him. Feet tear up chunks of the pavement with the recoil and then loose traction completely, and Gaonoir slams backwards through a wall with the behemoth bone-clad bear on top of him. So really the only answer he can give to Erika is "A little preoccupied here!" as the Beast Knight craters against the foundation. Rubble and dust from the impacted wall toppled down around the two monsters, Gaonoir barely able to hold the large maw back from snapping down on him. "Nnnnh..." His eyes flash and narrow, the 'digital hazard' sigil on the front of his chest armor glowing a bit as he digs into the very energy of the Dark Digitron itself. Abruptly the cloak of darkness erupts from behind him, the Umbra Gaogamon disappearing into the darkness spilling around him as it blasts out to engulf the Ursa Major and pushes it away from where they crashed into the wall. "TENEBRAE SHROUD!" Then multiple 'hit flash' slashes flare about the Ursa Major's form from an unseen source, until the engulfing darkness shatters away and Gaonoir is standing just in front of where he crashed into the wall, having slashed at the monster several times with his shadowsteps while it was surrounded in the darkness now swirling back into the depths of his cloak. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden grunts as the dark wolves manage to push through and begin rushing at him and Golden, doing his best to smack the beasts away with the barrel of his gun and his free hand!, he is thankfully durable, but that does not mean he enjoys being piled and mauled by big dark beasts!. He tries to keep an eye for the Alpha, even as he moves next to Golden to provide better cover.      The large digimon snarls at the wolves, eyes glowing as he tries to 'tag' the targets, and aim away from the structures if he can, but given his arsenal, he can only minimize the damage. "Garuru burst!" he exclaims, all his weapons firing at once, the gatling sweeping at the middle of the group, while his shoulder gun fires short beams to one side, and the missiles try to blast away the rest. He looks for the 'alpha' of the group, and if he can, he spares his final attack for it, his muzzle opening as he fires a bright blue beam of freezing energy at it.      His assault lasts for a few moments, before he has to stop firing, his gatling gun glowing for several moments, the digimon starting to pant for air. He spots Golden's pixel motes, "Are you ok?" he asks, inching closer. 

:'''{{#var:385|Yuna Kagurazaka (385)}} has posed:''' Yang's warning comes as a welcome sign of reprieve on the way, but rather than digging her heels in, she fires up her hover-thrusters with a little extra vertical boost - getting off the ground so that Yang's shockwave can hopefully travel underneath her. At least, that's what Yuna expects to happen. "Thanks Yang!" Yuna shouts to her fellow blonde, batting two more of the 'junior' Beowolves aside so she can go head-to-head with the Alpha. It's not an entirely fair fight: while the Alpha Beowolf is big and nasty and has really big claws and really sharp teeth, Powered Form gives Yuna a partial reach advantage - and even with the shield mounted on her left exo-arm, that still leaves the right manipulator *totally* free to not only bludgeon, but to grapple if required. So the fight comes down to a lot of maneuvering, probing at each other, and trying to score hits that count; Yuna's still got the Matrix Divider in her actual hands (the manipulator arms can't really wield it) and is able to fire off a few more shots into the Alpha's face, shoulders, and occasionally chest, but the older and bigger Beowolf isn't giving her openings if it can avoid them. Then Yuna seemingly makes a mistake - a punch goes wide, she's left open, and the Alpha lunges in at her ... only for Yuna to bring both manipulator arms in close, daring to *grapple* the Grimm as she spins around quickly on her hoverthrusters, enduring claws and snapping teeth until she can fire off a charged blast with the Matrix Divider at point-blank range ... And as the tossed-and-blasted Alpha Beowolf comes down - thankfully with nothing behind it (except maybe some more Grimm) - Yuna *FINALLY* fires the beam cannons housed in Powered Form's outer shoulders. That should finish the Alpha off, and Yuna takes a moment to look around for any additional Grimm she needs to pitch in with. 

:'''{{#var:8|Deelel (8)}} has posed:''' Deelel Ltakes out the last of the Grimm she's realding with and she'll end up flooring it on her light cycle, the walls she created will not last forever and she's already mapping out her route to catch up with the very nasty grimm? Or is it something elss she's now heading to lend Yuna a hand with the alpha her light cycle can be heard. Deelel woulf be moving to support Yang and Yuna and she's going to darn well starty to run down the Beowolves with her bike even adding light walls to the mix for short periods. "GET GLITCHED!" Is all Deelel has to say about. She'll then try to bring her bike around and ramp off one of the Beowulves... 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Gaonoir manages to knock back the Ursa Major, the large beast slashed and weakened, but still alive. It gets back up after the multi strike attack, and growls low, its red eyes flaring balefully. The remaining Ursa rush in, as the Major rears up onto its back legs, lumbering forwards a step, before it clasps its forepoaws together, and SLAMS them down into the ground, causing pillars of rubble and rebar to erupt in the direction of the black digibeast.     Deelel comes rushing in, flattening a Beowolf under the light tread of her cycle, while Yang continues to dance and weave through the other Beowolves. Yuna's assault on the Alpha goes about as well as it could, the beast leaving deep score marks in the exo arms of Powered Form, but is eventually blown away by the Matrix Divider, and the Beam Cannons, the body evaporating in the light of the weapons, nothing remaining to hit the ground. The rest of the Grimm attacking the Orphanage are already on the ropes.     Golden and Alden seem really hard pressed. The Grimm in the shanty are bigger and tougher. No alpha, but each of these seem much older than any of the others, like an elite group searching for whatever stopped the last group in its tracks. They seem to know Golden is weakening, and some of the Grimm break off from attacking Alden to pile onto the weaker defender. 

:'''{{#var:765|Gaonoir (765)}} has posed:''' The minor break in their offense is an oppritunity Gaonoir seizes, darting back to where Erika is standing. "We need a better vantage point." The first Ursa to rush gets intercepted with a quick hook punch, followed by a kick to topple it into the path of the other. Then turns and scoops his Tamer into one arm and leap in into the air just as the Major ground pounds the hell out of the pavement. Upheaved rips through where they stood moments before, and slams into Erika's scooter. The little vehicle can't take the assault and crumples as it's launched across the street. Looks like she's going to have to either find something else, or let Gaonoir fly her around more. Later. Right now she's too busy watching where the scanner was reading as the skyward leap lets her see over the rooftops. "Over there! There's the digital spike... Alden and Golden, too." "Then we need to put an end to this so we can help them." Which feels really weird still for Gaonoir to say, to help someone, but now is not the time to reflect on it. He focuses on the Ursas and their Major below, tracking sensors in his helmet locking onto their position. There's a hiss and some steam puffing out as the from of his armor ratchets open, giving it all the more appearance to a large opening maw. "Lunar..." Motes of purple and red start to shimmer as they build within the chamber opening. "Eclipse... Crackling blackness swirls into the mix as it fills the opening, snapping outward like little arcs of black lightning as energy is drawn from the deepest parts of Gaonoir's Dark Digitron core. "CANNON!" Then the MASSIVE blast of purple and black energy roars from the maw-like weapon, beam expanding to several times the size of the opening it came out of as it screams through the air, hurtling down towards the monsters like an orbital laser strike. It's aimed at the Major, but the sheer size and intensity of the ultimate attack will hopefully catch the other remaining Ursa in the blast as well. 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     The girl glances back and sees that the rest of her friends have managed to escape. She turns towards the battle between the grimm, Alden, and Golden, unsure what to do, clutching the digivice in a hand.     Golden is knocked down by a barrage of beowulf claws and sent skidding across the cement past Alden, downed. Ashley reacts to this by running forward, waving the digivice trying to keep the grimm away from Alden and Golden. This simple act of courage causes the Crest to react.     The frantically moving motes around him finally sink into the digimon's form, causing him to glow. Around him a ring of digimon script appears as the long-standing damage to his digicore is finally repaired by the digivice and crest it contains. The digimon gets up in the evolution he should have been all along; the human-sized dragon-man, with blue scales and a white belly. The wings unfurl as he unleashes a blood-curdling roar of challenge to the beowolves. "Let's get 'em, Alden!" 

:'''{{#var:8|Deelel (8)}} has posed:''' Deelel finds thar her light cycle is doing a hell of a number on things she banish her bike as it turns into wirefram, then liught and she grabs the baton which then extend sinto a staff which now has powered ends. Deelel keeps on the ttack now with the remaining GRIMM quite happy to take them down. "I have had enough of this, worthless people, eating GRID BUGS!" She'll then strt to show people why yes staves are a nasty weapon. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' The metal garurumon growls and rushes to smack at the wolves, pushing the beasts away from his friend, the only weapon firing on him being the shoulder laser, it is a piercing kind of beam, so it might work at least somewhat on teh large beasts!. He mumbles, glancing down at his gun, which seems to be cooling off quickly, "Be careful!" he tells the human girl.      The evolution from his friend gets a grin from the digimon, who calls outloud, "Katze!, reload!" There is a flash of light on his weapons, the minigun starting to spin again, despite not having cooled off fully, "Of course!". He pretty much repeats the same display from before, focusing the attack on less targets!. The gatling gun is glowing red by the time he forces it to stop, ammo or not, he might need to wait a little longer before using it again. 

:'''{{#var:385|Yuna Kagurazaka (385)}} has posed:''' The battle around the orphanage is down to more or less a mopping-up action by now; Yuna waves to the incoming Deelel, then turns her attention to helping finish off the stragglers. She's moderately preoccupied by an emphasis on getting back to Yang - even if Yang jumped in willingly and is fully capable of taking care of herself in the face of that many Beowolves, Yuna is still protective of her friends. And then something happens which makes the dual beam cannons Yuna fired earlier look relatively tame. THAT distracts the idol-turned-guardian for a split second, a segment of time within which one Beowolf tries to pounce upon Yuna ... and is summarily grabbed by the right exo-arm before Yuna focuses power into the Divider and blows the Beowolf away with one powerful shot. She pays considerably closer attention to her share of the mopping-up after that. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Gaonoir's assault scours the Grimm away, the Ursa Major bellowing in defiance, even as its body is burned away in the umbral energy. A big old furrow is also scoured away, but the City can repair that easily enough. This leaves Gaonoir free to move, the Factory is secure.     Golden's transformation catches the Beowolves off guard. They recoil a bit, scittering around the pair of Digimon with low snarls. These ones aren't smart enough to flee to live another day, but there's not many left. Alden manages to thin the group even more, only about six remain standing after the gattling gun finishes its cycle.     Deelel smacks some Beowolves around, shattering one on the apex of her staff, staggering another who gets a shotgauntlets to the side of the head. "CitySEC, we're nearly done here, sweep and secure, there might be some hiding in the alleyways." Yang calls in on her Scroll, only to get blind sided by a remaining Beowolf. She goes through the side of a building, thankfully not followed by her attacker as it's accosted by Yuna finishing off the Alpha, and Deelel. 

:'''{{#var:765|Gaonoir (765)}} has posed:''' Gaonoir lands on a rooftop and, after making sure that roar was in death and not some twisted survival, turns and leaps off again in the direction of the remaining confrontation. Though even his eyes widen a bit at what plays out in the street below them. "Wait.. did he... but he was so broken.." Erika wiggles a bit in his hold to get a better angle with the D-Port, framing it in for a picture. Though the snap of the smartphone camera also triggers the digivice's scanning function, and a moment later a stock image of the blue dragon appears on the screen. "Aero V-dramon. A Perfect level Holy Dragon digimon." Erika lets out a whistle. "Is there a reason it seems like 50% of Digimon are a 'dragon' of some kind?" Gaonoir snorts in return as he lands. "The number is askew. A lot of saurian digimon are classified as 'dragon' even if they're not technically a dragon. Or if they're just dragon-like, like a wyvern." 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     The dragon digimon swipes at the beowolves with those vicious claws, going for the ones that Alden hadn't gunned down. Taking to the air he unleashes a pair of v-shaped energy blasts from the red folds of his wings. Then a swooping raking attack upon the grimm. Flight! Once more! Freedom in three dimensions!     The girl, Ashley, looks at the digivice, looks at the changed Golden, looks at the great beast that Alden is. "What in the world did I get myself into?" 

:'''{{#var:8|Deelel (8)}} has posed:''' Deelel is able to see they seem to have got most grimm. With Yang saved and the alpha downed? She takes a moment to look for a moment. "It's good to see your all right." She grins for a moment with an interesting look on her face. "Good to see we didn't lose anyone I think that's the last of them?" 

:'''{{#var:385|Yuna Kagurazaka (385)}} has posed:''' Sure enough, when Yuna spots Yang getting smacked through a wall, she wastes no time in blowing away the Beowolf that did it. ... okay, she MIGHT spend a half-second or so more to charge up for the shot with which she blows the Beowolf away than she technically needs to. But that's not 'wasting' time, that's 'investing' it in a certain kill on the Grimm. Are they out of creatures of Grimm to mop up yet? CitySEC is certainly capable of doing their job under normal circumstances, and on one level, Yuna knows it. But on a deeper level? This is personal for her. If Elner can still pick up concentrations of Grimm in the local area, Yuna's getting location data and heading off to either deal with them, or at least support the security personnel in doing so. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     The incursion seems to be under control. Just a few scattered signals on Elner's scanner, CitySEC is already moving in to contain and destroy. There's been a few casualties, but far far fewer than if the response wasn't so profound, or rapid. Golden's slashes and attacks vaporize the remaining Beowolves, leaving the area clear and secure as CitySEC move in to secure survivors and get the wounded to the medics. 

:'''{{#var:765|Gaonoir (765)}} has posed:''' Once Gaonoir sets her on the ground Erika bounds over to the confused girl. "They're called Digimon. And by the look of it you've lucked into becoming one's partner. Just like me~" She holds up her own digivice for Ashley to see, though hers looks more like a smartphone in design. "Another Tamer. Huh." All the expenditure of energy finally catchs up to him, and Gaonoir flops to the ground on his rump in his base form again. "Bet that cranky old mainframe never saw that coming." 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     As for Golden, he too devolves from an Aero Veedramon to a lesser form, shedding data as he does so. It reveals a small blue dragon-like digimon, with a yellow V between red eyes. Golden looks at himself. "... It's been a very very long time since I was a veemon. I think Yggdrasil hadn't even set up the Districts yet..." He glances at Erika and Ashley, sauntering over.     Ashley's still kind of in a daze about the whole thing. "T-tamer? What?" Clearly Erika and Gaonoir are going to have to explain things to Golden and Ashley... 
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5008/Trailing Behind

2017-01-12T01:31:14Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     The multiverse sure wasn't what it used to be. Golden doesn't even know where the heck the digital ruins went. Or his stuff for that matter. He wasn't there when the Big Multiversal Barf happened. But he is being drawn towards somewhere by his tenuous connection to his crest. He was glad to have Alden along for the the journey, since the metalmamemon wasn't doing well ever since he lost the crest.     This part of the tapestry was composed of a civilization similar to 22st century Earth's, with a bustling core cityscape, outlying suburbia, and encircled by agricultural lands. The locals call it "La Nueva Ciudad de Los Angeles" or 'Nueva Angeles' for short. Something about a lot of refugees from a pollution-choked version of California. The city seems to have been integerated into the Multiverse for awhile, as the strangeness of two digimon wandering along the paved boulevards and clean streets doesn't seem to bother the residents too much.     "So where did you end up when the Big Twist happened, Alden?" Golden asks, eying a corn dog vendor down the way. Smells delicious... 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' The Gabumon was glad to be able to catch up with Golden again!, had been a while since he saw his friend, and seemed rather concerned about him since the crest was lost. "To be honest, I think I was lucky, I was back at home, I mean my world, when the things happened... it took me a while to find the Crystal valley again, and get back to my plants and my home there, thankfully things survived without me." he says, looking around, still amazed at so many people being just... used to him!. "I mean, it was rather distressing when the comlinks went out and I lost contat with my friends, but thankfully, seems that they made it out ok from all of this, for the most part.". 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     "Lucky. I haven't found the ruins yet. Maybe I should hang around your place and help plant more stuff." He says, sauntering over to the corn dog vendor. He gestures at the street food cart, looking at Alden. "Did you want a few?" 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' "Sure!, to both things, you are welcome to help me there, or you can come visit my digital world too, I am sure there won't be any trouble." he says with a grin, following around, bushy tail wagging as he sniffs the food, "Sounds good, forgot to get us snacks." 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     Golden grins and hops onto the food cart so the vendor will notice him. "Four corn dogs, sir!" The vendor is a bit startled by a small being jumping onto the cart, but obliges, giving the digimon four corndogs in exchange for some 1.00 credit coins.     Having done this, Golden hops down and hands two of the freshly cooked corndogs to Alden. "Visiting another digital world would be nice! I should visit after I find my crest again though. Not sure how being in a foreign Digital world will affect me when I'm this unstable." With that, he chows down on the corndogs. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' He devours one of the corndogs with a happy rumble, and a wagging tail, "I dunno, I have never heard of those crest things back at home, maybe you'd be fine there?" he says softly, rubbing his chin, "But, in any case, I'd love to help any way I can, need to try my new forms some more in any case." he says with a grin, "Thanks for the snacks by the way." he says, before turning to the vendor, "They are great!" 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     Golden scratches his chin as he wanders along the sidewalk with Alden. "You're welcome, Alden! Yeah, you look a lot like some of the X Digimon from my old digital world, Alden. Sure you didn't pick up some tricks from some of the Digimon in the Multiverse?" He chuckles.     "I got an inkling where the crest is." He explains. He then points. In a specific direction. Without any context it seems like he is pointing anywhere. "The crest is calling for me, Alden. Like, pulling me towards it. Weird, huh?" 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden smiles and finishes the other corn dog, before patting Golden's side, "Not sure, I have to thank Mr. Stark for this... well, helping me achieve this." he says softly, before perking hsi ears. "Any idea of how far?" he askis with a grin, glancing in that direction, "It's not any weirder than my sense to detect digimon, or other stuff I have seen... I can feel my digivice as well." 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     Golden ehs. "I don't know. It gets a bit stronger as I get closer, but not by much. I feel like I'm going in circles, Alden." 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden rubs his chin and rumbles, "Hrm, well, first thing might be make sure you know the area at least, you know? then just work it piece by piece." 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     "Well, it's not here in this city anyway, so I guess I don't need to know this place well?" Golden hmms, watching the people walk by. "What about this Mr. Stark? Do you think he could help me?" 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' The Gabumon rubs his ears at the question, "I... dunno, in my case it was a matter of fixed broken data... something hidden under broken code... in my world, someone can actually edit a digimon if they have access to their D-Ark, an dcna examine their code." he mumbles, "Wonder if that might work with you." 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     Golden shrugs with his whole body. "Couldn't hurt to have him take a look I guess? Where's this Mr. Stark at?" Golden climbs into a dumpster and is rummaging through it for /something/ or another. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' The digimon wonders, "I don't know if that works without a d-ark to help browse your data." he mumbles, "I mean at least so he can look at your stuff, and figure what's wrong." he rubs his chin, "I can try to ask my friend Toph about seeing Tony Stark for some help of course." 
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4911/League Requisition: Shinki CMS

2016-12-21T04:24:44Z

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|Location=The Layered Deeps
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     The loading dock looks non-descript, as does the building it's attached to. The evening has settled in hard, with fog seeping through the air and illuminated with hazy sodium orange streetlights. There's a chilly bite to the air as well. The small cargo truck trundles through the evening towards the loading dock, carrying spare parts and deactivated shinki. It's a grim part of the business, but masterless shinki must be retrieved and factory-reset. Usually unwillingly, both on the part of the shinki and their manufacturer.     So Kari's master has identified one of the shipments of deactivated shinki that is scheduled for what she calls 'mindwipes' for the League to steal. If nothing else, the abandoned or masterless shinki will be granted a new life as one of the prototype augmented shinki. Kari and her sister Harriet are peering over the edge of the roof, waiting for the sounds of the truck pulling into the dock.     "They really wipe masterless and abandoned shinki clean?" Harriet asks her sister.     "Yeah, and it sounds awful. I guess Master wants to give them a new lease on life." Harriet nods solemnly at her sister. There is a plan, of course. There's a big person with a particular set of skills that's going to come in really handy... 

:'''{{#var:573|Mihk Lihzeh (573)}} has posed:'''     As the Van passes the outer checkpoint, the night takes a turn. A sickly looking cloud descends upon the loading dock, choking Miasma seeping from cracks in the ground and seeming to manifest from the air itself. A distinct magical glow can be seen through the thick smog and smoke, the Arcanist channeling her Aetheric power into the Geometry that is the source of this 'cover'. "Stage one is go. Miss Wolf, I believe the term is 'showtime'." 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Behind the pair of shinki is a larger but just as concerned machine-person, his expression a touch more dour than usual. Though he doesn't add anything to this specific conversation, Taro shares Zarenna and company's revulsion at AIs being wiped simply because they no longerer have a master to serve...and after this past week, this strikes painfully close to home.     He crouches behind Harriet and Kari, wings folded behind him to further lower his profile. While they're watching and listening for the truck, he's keeping an eye and an ear out for any unexpected security guards or an uptick in the local police bands. 

:'''{{#var:968|Nicky (968)}} has posed:''' Somewhere on said roof, Nicky sits with the back against an airvent, a headset on her ears and listening to a faint music, calming her nerves as she once again goes through her equipment: climing harness, rope, throwing anchor, lockpicks, crowbar, blowtorch, magnesium torch and a small metal box of 2 by 2 by 2 inches. To her it was just a job: Well payed money for just a bit of thievery. On the go, she tucks away the rope she had just checked and moves in a crouch towards the same roof edge Kari was peering over, stopping right next to Taro and ducking into the shadow next to him. The telltale click of a hook snapping in informed of her hooking into the rapelling line that would lead down from the roof with a throw, then she whispered. "Got got the standby, waiting for the go." 

:'''{{#var:459|Alexis (459)}} has posed:''' The recent turmoil of the Multiverse hasn't just affected people harshly, countless creatures have found themselves lost and confused by the shifting worlds, many seeking shelter wherever they could. Pokemon are no different, and arguably even moreso of a problem due to most having above animal intelligence. In as such, luck would have it that not far down the street from the facility a manhole cover wedges loose from its nitch in the street, and a Quilladin climbs out. He turns and reachs back into the manhole, pulling up to help Alexis climb out, while she has a Meowstic sitting on her shoulders. "Ya still got our little friend there, Catalyst?" "Meowstic < But of course. >" replies the psychic feline, popping the telekinetic bubble floating near her to drop the Lure Ball into Alexis' hands. " < And to think, all those people saying alligators in the sewers is an urban myth. > " "Technically it's a Croconaw, but yes. Good thing the city called about the weird sounds they were hearing." Alexis replied as she reached back to stuff the ball in a bag pocket. If nothing else, her aunt can take it for her breeding farm, starter eggs can fetch high demand. "Quill din. " The knightly hedgehog gives Alexis' shorts a tug, then points in the direction of strange slightly glowing mist down the street. " <Unless that is normal for fog in these here parts.> " " Meow < The pointy rat is right, there's something weird about that fog. > " " <How many times must I tell thee, I am not a rat!> " "Stow it, both of you." Alexis has already started walking in the direction of the weird glowing mist. "Let's just go take a look..." 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     The drivers in the truck radio the weird fog in, choking on the miasma as it leaks into the cab. There's a hideous screech as the cargo truck attempts to stop blindly. The wheels hit the curb, unbalancing the top-heavy vehicle and sending it skidding along its side through the wooden fence along the alley in the back of the building. The ordinary people who're caught in it- the drivers, the security guard on duty; they're handily taken down by the magical effect. Which only leaves the extraordinary to deal with the problem. Fortunately for the League members and their ally, Mihk's spell doesn't affect friendlies.     The plan hasn't changed. Nicky and the shinki are to get access to the truck, using the miasma and the fog to cover them while the others deal with any serious interlopers. Kari watches the truck go down through her IR visor, and signals over the short range radio bands that it's time to go. Both shinki hop down, with Harriet carrying the tiny specially made cargo container under her arm due to her much larger size over Kari. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''      Taro winces ever so slightly at the sounds of the truck coming to a stop in ways generally not intended. "At least the cores are fairly sturdy," he murmurs to himself. As Nicky and the shinki make their way down to street level, he stands up and takes the couple of steps needed to reach the edge of the rooftop. The miasma seems to have worked just as intended, but still he keeps watch from his perch for anyone else who might stumble into the area. Nothing like an unexpected variable to unravel a plan.     < No police calls yet, > he reports to the others. His gaze shifts as he spots the edge of the magical fog roiling in a different direction - is that a cross-current or something else? His eyes narrow. < Just how long will this spell last, Mihk? > 

:'''{{#var:573|Mihk Lihzeh (573)}} has posed:'''     <As long as I channel Aether into the geometry... if I am interrupted it will last for about ten minutes if the wind doesn't pick up before it dissipates.> replies the Miqo'te, as she continues to channel her magic, energy gathering from the local area into her open tome, replenishing the Geometry hovering above the pages.     At her feet is a small teal 'fox' that sits patiently, little beady eyes darting around in search of danger to its master. Emerald Carbuncle is on guard. 

:'''{{#var:459|Alexis (459)}} has posed:''' ... And true to Trainer Luck no sooner than Alexis says 'Take a look' does the truck go skidding through the fence into the alleyway. Good thing they weren't that close yet! "Yeah, that's definately trouble." But what about that mist? Best to not take chances considering it looks like it just put a truck out of commission. So she flicks another pokeball and a small bipedal yellow fox appears in front of her. "Majorette, give us a Safeguard." The Braixen yips in confirmation as she pulls the stick out of her tail and twirls it a few times. Little motes sparkle off the tips, shrouding Trainer and pokemon in protective mystical energy. That will take care of any nasty Status Effects that mist may have. "Checkpoint, go check the drivers." Alexis instructs, and with a salute the Quilladin scampers off towards the cab of the crashed vehicle. Best send the strong one in case he has to break a door to get people out. Then Alexis pulls her hockey stick out of her bag, gripping it in both hands as she starts trudging through the miasma towards the back end of the vehicle. "And you two stay close." Catalyst actually pouts a bit as she follows. "Meowstic. < But I wanted to see if the bodies were mangled or broken or had shards of metal now stuck in the--> " "And that is why I didn't send you," Alexis retorts to cut her off. Yeah, stealth isn't exactly a strong suit for this group. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     The drivers are out cold, looking quite unhealthy thanks to the poison fog. They were wearing their seatbelts and the airbags deployed, keeping them alive but bruised. The cargo area of the truck has been ripped open by the collision, a trail of sheet metal and packages trailing behind. The Quilladin has no trouble ripping the door off the sideways cargo truck, giving him access to free the unconscious drivers. The container that the League members have come for is sticking partially out of the ruined truck cargo doors. It's the one that looks the most secure out of the lot, though nothing some laser cutters or an airlift wouldn't solve.     The shinki run through the fog, since hopping would make more noise. The pattering of their ceramic-shod feet is kind of muffled by the fog, so it is possible that they may get ignored entirely due to their size and relative quietness. Kari's leading the way to the truck, since her sensors can cut through the fog a lot better than Harriet's.     Kari whispers into the tactical radio band. "There's some... monstery things coming towards the truck. There's a big one already here." Kari has seen pokemon before of course, but not these particular species. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     The unexpected variables have arrived. (An interesting question - if having random persons stumbling upon their operation was anticipated, does that make them expected variables? Or do they remain unexpected variables because just who the random persons are could not be known? Perhaps something to be considered later.)      Taro's expression changes little as he unfurls his armor's wings and steps off the edge of the rooftop, falling in a controlled glide toward the woman with the hockey stick and the pokemon still at her side. Placing himself between them and Mihk, in hopes that she can continue her spell without interruption. He's not being particularly stealthy either - though the mist may obscure him, the clank of armored boots on pavement will give him away. As will his voice. "This is none of your concern." Spoken plainly, not quite threatening, but brooking no argument either. "The injured will be seen to." He's not brandishing any weapons, but then someone obviously dressed for trouble both in the middle of the night and in the middle of unnatural fog probably isn't exacly unarmed, either... 

:'''{{#var:459|Alexis (459)}} has posed:''' It's also harder to hear tiny footsteps over the THUMP THUMP THUMP of Checkpoint punching the door a few times to break it the rest of the way off. " <Got two in here! Unconcious and sick looking. Thank Xerneas wearing their seat belts!> " At least it's easy to get the airbags out of the way by pricking them with his spines to deflate them. Still going to take him a few minutes to get the belts off the drivers and pull them out of the truck. "Just get 'em out of this weird fog," Alexis replies, then turns back to investigating the van. Only to kippup back a step on reflex when something clunks in front of them, though it takes a moment to actually make out the shape emerging in the fog. "Uh huh. Noxious fog, truck crashing randomly in the middle of the night. Totally nothing to see here." Yeah, that's said with as much sarcasm as you would expect from a pink haired tomboy holding a hockey stick like it was a battleaxe. Not to mention the Braixen stepping to the front, holding her stick towards Taro as if it was a wizard's wand... Which might not be far off. Or at least the spark of flames igniting at the end give the impression of such. "If I was you I'd back off so we can see for ourselves." While that argument is going on Catalyst turns her head, eyes squinting a little up at the rooftop. Someone is still up there. " < They aren't the only one here. >" A ball of blackness forms between the psy-cat's paws, and then she tosses the Shadow Ball towards the roof somewhere possibly near Mihk. 

:'''{{#var:573|Mihk Lihzeh (573)}} has posed:'''     Carbuncle's Spidey Sense triggers, and it chirps a warning as the Shadow Orb comes approaching. The Miqo'te looks, then snaps her Tome closed, cutting off the support of the Miasma, leaving it to only the Aether that was still in the spell matrix.     Mihk leaps off the roof, clicking her tongue for the Carbuncle to follow before the orb hits and explodes, clearing the blast zone... but the cover is going to begin dispersing now it's not being maintained. <I've been interrupted. Make haste.> 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     <Okay!> Kari chirps through the radio. She and Harriet make their way to the container, running along the cracked asphalt in the fog. Her larger sister's laser machine gun jerks about, tracking potential targets for Harriet to lock onto. Kari helps out the team by shooting those tiny smoke grenades around randomly to add to the obscuring mist and fog. They can be heard as dull pops when they strike the ground. As the pair approach the container, they swerve to avoid Checkpoint's large (and stompy) feet and being trampled by them, skirting along the underbelly (now the side?) of the truck. Almost there. Almost there. Just a few more feet. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     "Pardon my saying so, but none of you appear to be paramedics." Deadpan or seriously spoken, Taro's faintly dour mask offers no hint as to which. He might have tried to stall Alexis and her allies with more words, but then one of them hurls an energy(?) orb at the rooftop where Mihk had been. that tactic is then deemed of no further use.     The android reaches for the beam sabre clipped to his belt with practiced swiftness, the translucent wedge of an energy blade activating with a crackle as he brings it up in front of him in a guarding posture. "I'm afraid I cannot allow that."     There's the sounds of popping and hissing behind him, but he doesn't spare a glance. < Don't worry about attacking, > he mildly chides Harriet and Kari. < The rescue is more important. >     His own job is to distract and harry, and so he takes a step forward to slash his blade toward the Braixen. He's not interested in actually cutting either of them down - the motion is meant to intimidate and to drive back. 

:'''{{#var:459|Alexis (459)}} has posed:''' He's not so much big as he is rotund and has stout legs, but considering he's still rather large in comparison to the shinki not getting accidentally stepped on is a valiant concerned. Thankfully due to his valiant nature Checkpoint is paying more attention to getting the two men out of the truck. It's a little awkward, considering his almost spherical form doesn't really have seperate shoulders to rest them on, but he's got a few extra vines to hold on with instead. "Helping people shouldn't require a specific job," Alexis snaps back as the weapon is drawn. And cut it does all the same! ... Except when 'cut' the Braixen just poofs out of existance because it was only a false image left when Majorette used Double Team to sidestep the attack. Leaving striking back to Alexis for the moment, who drops down to throw her shoulder at Taro's midsection and check him into the side of the truck. Or is that the top of the truck, if it's on it's side. Thematics aren't really important. " < They're moving. > " Catalyst is trying to track Mihk with her psychic powers, but the remaining mist, or more so the aetheric energy in it, is almost as effective against psionics as the mist itself is at vision. " < watch out for ambushers. >" Her eyes glow a bit, but she doesn't appear to be attacking. Not yet at least. 

:'''{{#var:573|Mihk Lihzeh (573)}} has posed:'''      Like a prickle along the back of her neck, Mihk can feel, if not outright sense those psionic 'eyes' trying to watch her. She comes to a stop, and with a sudden, rapid spike in the Aetheric field around the Miqo'te, she launches an attack at the Meowstic directly. A bolt of non-elemental, raw power flies out to try and strike the Psychic Pokemon, a pure 'force bolt'. She then clicks her tongue, and gives a simple command to her Carbuncle. "Guard". The blue creature looks concerned for a moment, before it scampers off to find Kari and Harriet. It's task? Protect them and get them clear with the hostages. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari and Harriet finally reach the container. It's not actually that big. One cubic foot in sizes, but it's shielded against all manner of EM frequencies as well as heat and cold. The number gives it away though.     Kari points at the thing. "There they are. Let's get them out of here before the cops show up. Don't want them to get brainwiped!" The shinki scurry over to it. There's a moment when Harriet quickly turns, the shoulder gun snapping around to point at the Carbuncle before the shinki recognizes it as a friendly. Harriet pops open the little container she was carrying, pulling out what looks like a net of wires with weird nodes between them. One end is handed to Kari and it appears the girls are trying to spread the weird net over the container. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Alexis will find that Taro is a bit more solid than his wiry frame suggests as she body checks him, but she sends him staggering back all the same.     He has her attention, likely the Braixen's as well. Excellent. Let's keep it that way, shall we?     He pushes himself off the side of the truck with a somewhat exaggerated grunt and thump of effort (to help cover whatever noise Harriet and Kari are making inside) to face the Pokemon Trainer and her foxlike companion. "At the very least one should learn first aid." He makes another quick slash, this time at Alexis first before following up with a second aimed at Majorette. Again, his aim is to prevent them from approaching the truck rather than outright trying to hurt them, and thus that aim is just slightly off. 

:'''{{#var:459|Alexis (459)}} has posed:''' There. Though the Meowstic barely sees it coming in time to put up a Light Screen to partially protect herself. But not stop it entirely, and the spell still stings enough to make the cat-like pokemon skid backwards. Though even then, she smiles rather creepily. " <Got'cha.> " Because that's when the attack she previously charged goes off. Somewhat ironically the discharge of energy that seems to come at Mihk out of nowhere is also non-elemental due to the nature of Future Sight. Alexis huffs softly as she steps back, rolling her shoulder. "I gotta stop doing that to robots." She can't block a beam saber with her makeshift weapon, so instead she steps in and goes lower, leaning out of the way of the blade and aiming to hook the angled head of her hockey stick against the arm swinging it instead. "Now Majorette!" As she hops to the side of the swings the Braixen waves her stick a few times for effect, then points it at Taro as a burst of flames flies off the end at the robot. And Checkpoint is carrying the two men out of the now fading poisonous mist. They're pretty accurately distracted or otherwise busy, yes. 

:'''{{#var:573|Mihk Lihzeh (573)}} has posed:'''     Mihk's eyes go wide as she feels the rush of return energy coming back at her. She cries out in a mix of human scream and cat-like mrowl, send sprawling from the impact of the non-elemental assault. The Miqo'te isn't a frontline fighter, and her 'armour' for what it's worth isn't built to defend her, insomuch as it's meant to help amplify her connection to the Aether.     She staggers back to her feet, a large patch of her robe torn open, and the undergarments bloodied from a deep cut in her ebony skin. <I'm wounded... Please make haste, I will not be able to stay in combat for long if this continues.> she transmits, then changes tactic.     Another spike of Aether, this time drawing on both Earth and Water, much like the Miasma Cloud itself, only much more condensed. She hurls another 'bolt' invisible and much faster, to try and infest the Meowstic with Poison! 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari and Harriet hurry, bickering with each other only as siblings can as they fuss with the weird wire net, trying to get it fixed around the container.     FINALLY they get it just so. Then Kari hooks a plug on a lead from the net into a panel on her chestplate, while Harriet does the same with a port in her backpack.     <Gonna need somebody to pick us up after this!> Kari radioes.     "One! Two! Three!" And on three, their batteries are discharged into the net, which glows and ripples with light much like when a shinki puts or takes things from the slipway. The power drain of dematerializing an object that large takes its toll on the two shinki, even the larger Harriet (who has a higher capacity battery than Kari). The net and container disappear as the robots fall to the ground like marionettes with their strings cut. That's probably the reason they need to be evacuated... 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     The android is forced to take a step back and dip the tip of his blade to avoid the hockey stick. Such a maneuver might save him from being caught, but it's considerably less effective against a conjured burst of flames.     This is Taro. He is currently on fire.     With grunt that's more irritation than pain, he lashes out at Alexis to backhand her with his empty right hand. Then, his feathery artificial hair begins to smoulder, and he's forced to retreat back and to the side a few steps so he can beat the flames back before it completely catches fire.      < Understood. If you can collect them, Mihk, then I will cover our retreat. > 

:'''{{#var:459|Alexis (459)}} has posed:''' Haha, jokes on you, Poison is blocked by... wait, it's been long enough for Safeguard to wear off hasn't it. Doh! So instead of mocking like intended we end up with a poisoned Meowstic. To the point of turning a slightly more purplish shade from it. Don't ask me why Poison is purple when it comes to Pokemon, I didn't assign colors to the elements. " <Urk! That didn't go so well in the end> " "Catalyst?!" And Alexis looks away from her opponent out of concern at just to right time to catch the backhand across the face, sending her staggering as well. "HFF!" " <Now that's just rude!> " Majorette raises her stick and the other paw, going from band major to conductor with the way she waves them around. Fortunately there's not more fire being flung at Taro as he tries to back off and extinguish his burning hair. Unfortunately, that's because instead she's using her off-type psychic powers to life up several pieces of the broken fence and hurtle them after Taro with Psyshock. 

:'''{{#var:573|Mihk Lihzeh (573)}} has posed:'''     Mihk has some breathing room. She clicks her tongue and sends her command to Carbuncle via a very personal version of morse code. <<Fetch. Both.>> simple, to the point. The Summon understance instantly, and with a delicate nip of is fangs, hoists first Kari up, and gently tosses the Howling over its back, then does the same with the larger Mach hare. Once they're aboard, it scampers away heading towards the rendezvous point that was agreed on before this endeavour started. <Tech Priest, the package is secure. I suggest you disengage and let them pick over the remains.> she transmits to Taro, before backing off, sealing her Aether connection... hopefully she vanishes from Psionic Sight long enough to get away. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     This was not quite the fencing maneuver that Taro would have expected. The android continues to backpedal, furiously beating down flames with one hand while slashing at the splintered slats with his blade in the other.     As a distraction, this has gone quite well. As a skirmish, this has been rather embarrassing. No matter, the objective is achieved, lives saved, and all accounted for.     He snarls a bit after one of the wooden chunks Marjorette's hurled smacks him upside the head. "As you will then." Another crackle of energy as he extinguishes his sabre, followed by a larger, more purple-hued flash of energy as he intiates a teleport.     Said teleport will drop him in an alley a block or so south, but hopefully there is confusion enough that he will not be followed. 

:'''{{#var:459|Alexis (459)}} has posed:''' Majorette has a little hissy fit as Taro teleports away, complete with cute paw stomping and irritated fox-ear splaying. " <The nerve of people! Running off before I can finish frying him. Worse than the dang Abras! >" "At least they left." Alexis glances over her shoulder a moment, making sure Checkpoint got the men out of the way. Then pulls out an Antidote and flicks it to the witch-fox. "Go give that to Catalyst. I'll call the authorities to come clean up this mess." No one is going to notice anything is missing until the company actually gets to going through the truck's contents, but that's not much of Alexis' concern over getting the would-be thugs out of here. 
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4698/Storytellers

2016-10-19T23:28:47Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     Golden grumps as a glitch hits him, causing a hissing static pop in his battered old radio by the campfire. "It's been awhile since I was back here. Seeing your digital world reminded me of my own, Alden." He cleans up some of the mess that the local critters have caused since he was here last. "Different but so similar." 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden looks different from the last time Golden saw him, certainly enough to be noticeable, even in hsi base state!. "Thanks for inviting me over by the way." he says, inching a bit closer and smiling, "You are always welcome to visit and stay there, I don't think anyone might mind, perhaps we can figure a way to help you out." he says. 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     Golden peers at Alden. "How's it feel to be an X Digimon? I didn't need the X-Antibody survive though... I wish I had acquired it." Maybe then he wouldn't be so crippled. Golden sets about to start a fire to keep the damp and chill of the ruins off. "Maybe. I'd probably need to earn my crest again for anyone to help me..." The fire is being stoked carefully. "Help yourself to the meat plants. I have to replant them and trim them." 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' The gabumon rubs his chin, "It feels... well, hard to explain, since I got attacked and almost deleted back then, always felt off... weird... not I feel like.. this is... right? it feels good." he mumbles, trying to explain, rubbing his chin, "Like I should have been like this for a while now.". He looks around for a bit of firewood and perks one ear, "Crest?, what's that?, how can I help you get it?". 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     Golden hehs. "This isn't what I should be. My digicore was corrupted by all the damage that Program X and the DEX 'mon hordes did. What I /should/ be right now is an AeroVeeDramon, but instead I'm... this."     The MetalMamemon points to a WarGreymon on the wall of the ruined sky temple, with the Crest of Courage painted in faded orange over its head. It's the same symbol that was until some months ago was engraved on Golden. The sunburst glyph. "That's one of the nine Crests of Virtue of my world. That one is Courage." And in turn he points to the crests on the mural and the associated digimon.     "Friendship..." A MetalGarurumon with a stylized grasping of hands.     "Love.." A Garudamon with a glyph shaped like a heart.     "Knowledge..." A HeraclesKabuterimon with a stylized pair of glasses or eyes.     "Purity." The symbol here is a teardrop over a Lilymon.     "Sincerity." A cross-burst with a Zudomon.     "Hope." A sun shining down on a HolyAngemon.     "Light." A starburst with an Angewomon.     And he gets to the final one. "... and Kindness." A flower-like symbol. The digimon here has been erased by time and violence, however. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' The small digimon gets up and approaches the wall, looking at the pictures, "Wargreymon... I have a card of that, even summoned the shield twice.". He looks at the digimon, and blinks as he sees a MetalGarurumon, "Huh, so he was important in the lore of this world, neat." he says quietly, before turning back to his friend. "Wish I would help you with your... corruption, the most I can do is try to duplicate a healing attack, but I don't think that will be of much help." he says softly.      "So you need the crest to be complete, to help you recover from the damage?, do you know where it might be?" the gabumon asks. "Oh, also... I did not tell the others yet, I am a bit... corrupted, it's passing as my kind of forced evolution settles..." 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     "Yeah, I can imagine." Golden says. "That kind of sudden change isn't normal, so... yeah, you're gonna adjust to it."     "I don't know. I was in some kind of weird place that was afraid of grimms when I lost it. It's kind of a blur since that's where Ophelia 'drowned' me. We could look for it there." 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' The gabumon blinks, "Grims?... that reminds me of the Beacon academy, there is a forest nearby where you fight things called Grimms." he says softly, reaching to pat his friend on the shoulder, "Perhaps it's that world?" 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     "Yeah, probably! Ophelia summoned one of those grimms from outside the city. We'll have to check it out. But first..."     Golden yanks a bone-in steak hunk out of a plant and puts it over the fire. "FOOD." 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden nods and smiles, reaching around for some meat as well, "Food sounds good." he says softly, smiling and reaching to cook it, "I still need to get used to my new mega form, to control the computer stuff, sometimes it does not lock on teh stuff I want it to." 
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4697/Superconductor Blues

2016-10-19T23:27:20Z

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|Date of Scene=2016/10/19
|Location=Techno Urbania
|Synopsis=Stealing superconductors is never easy when elites are involved.
|Cast of Characters=276, 975, 525, 1048
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{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     KR Materials is in the business of creating exotic materials for scientific and industrial applications. Enriched radioactives, plasma bottles, ectoplasm, non-newtonian liquid metal alloys, strange quarks... They make the weird stuff. However, today the target is nothing so exotic; just one metric ton of room-temperature superconductors and the truck they're loaded on.     The truck is just leaving the loading dock, the guards keeping watch over the vulnerable dock area. The truck itself has a passenger riding literal shotgun and the driver's got a pistol just in case as well. The engine revs and the truck starts pulling out.     Unbeknownst to the truck's crew, they have some stow aways. Kari and Harriet peer out from under one of the truck's fuel tanks, clinging to the grated step up to the door, both armored and ready for action. As the truck gets underway and enters the highway, Kari clambers among the underside of the moving vehicle, using the heavy duty claws of her Dire Wolf armor to keep a grip on things. She reaches out and rips open the AC coolant line, guaranteeing the drivers will be overly hot and unwell when Ophelia turns up to take them out.     Harriet, in the mean time, climbs her way towards where the trailer hitch is and lies in wait. 

:'''{{#var:975|Drowned Ophelia (975)}} has posed:''' Overheat the drivers? Oh, no. Ophelia has something much worse in mind. While she isn't nearly as sneaky as the Shinki, the Queen of Tears does have one advantage; The Black Tears compose her entire form. Puddles on the road aren't necessarily a rare thing, even in this futuristic place. But as the rumbling truck splashes through one, claws rip outwards to grip the underbelly. Black Tears twisting over and across itself, somewhere between smoke and liquid as the ectoplasmic mass works its way towards the torn AC line. And then slithers inside, like poison in a vein. The darkened mass creeping up towards the cabby. The VoxComm goes to static - the first sign that something has gone wrong - as it twists and scrambles through ancient FM that hadn't been in use since the advent of satellite entertainment. The hammer of guitars and drums rattles outwards as doors lock themselves, even as a cold, cold mist drifts outwards from the vents. Frost already beginning to form on metal surfaces, creeping along pants as the shotgun driver frantically tries to kill the atmospheric conditioner. The windows suddenly go white, creaking as ice creeps up them, and the truck sways. Slowly drifting from lane to lane while it slows, the contents of the cabby hidden save for a faint sillouette. Ophelia can -sorta- do sneaky! THEMESONG: DethKlok - MURDERTRAIN A COMIN' https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6cffzfkb6Hc 

:'''{{#var:525|Inga (525)}} has posed:''' Inga is lost. Or, at least, she thought she was. Oftentimes, it turns out she is precisely where she needs to be only she had not been consciously aware of it. Inga was seated on a concrete road barrier, staff in hand, looking so completely out of place in her hangerok dress and fur trimmed cloak it's comical. When she sees the truck pass and go dark, the muffled sound of metal music coming from inside the cab the world makes sense again. "Odin's bones," she curses. "Was no one else available to deal with this?" she grumbles. She feels like she's had about enough trouble, especially with Ophelia, who is no doubt involved. What she wants with a truck remains a mystery, but Inga doesn't need to know much in order to know Ophelia must be stopped. But first, to stop the truck, because it is coming right for her and she doesn't fancy being run over today. Inga leans on her stick and stands, raising the staff to call out a quick word to channel her power--a burst of force manifesting in front of her to bring the truck to a stop. Inga stands in the headlights, eyes narrowed, fist uncurling to reveal the flickering of flames between her fingers, ready to go. "Ophelia, didn't you know we have an appointment?" she calls. Okay, she didn't know either, but apparently, they do! Inga has no idea that a certain shinki is also involved--what with being tiny and stealthy. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     The brakes are hit as the ice begins to form in the cab. The mass of the truck and its cargo all but guarantee that it is not a quick stop, slamming it into Inga's impromptu magical barrier with enough force to break the trailer hitch and knock the trailer on its side.     Harriet ends up crashing through the rear window into the cab by the force, busting through the front windshield as well and into Inga. The foot-tall robot bunnygirl does gain enough of her senses to jump/ricochet off of Inga and back towards the wrecked truck. It's a bit like being kicked by a toddler, despite Harriet's size.     Kari holds on for dear life, but the momentum, the impact... sends her flying as well. Her flailing rips a number of important looking cables and hoses as she hurtles towards the ground, skidding across the asphalt only to end up in front of Inga as well. She doesn't seem aware of Inga as she picks herself up and shakes (in a rather dog-like fashion). Only then does she notice Inga. "HI! We're stealing this truck, okay?" And the tiny robot hops away as best as she can, radioing to the Confederacy to send a heavy lifting chopper to pick up the trailer. 

:'''{{#var:975|Drowned Ophelia (975)}} has posed:''' There is no movement in that shuddering tractor trailer for a while as it sits; Frost slowly drifting from the closed windows, condensation rolling from the glass. And as Kari and bunny girl bounce off Inga and run back towards the tipped over trailer - as traffic screeches to a halt and general confusion begins spreading - the tractor portion of the trailer tractor begins to shudder. And then the top of the hood expodes upwards, the hood winging lazily through the air. Fire ripples up, before turning blue. Smoke ripples upwards, curling in on itself, condensing; Forming. And Drowned Ophelia straightens up, claws flexing beside her. She breathes in deep, opens her eyes, and smiles that cold, bitter smile. "Appointment? Oh, no - death is a stalker. And it keeps no time, mm?" She giggles brokenly, spreading claws over her own face. "This is embarrassing. I was supposed to be sneaky. Oh well - I guess if everyone's dead, then there's no one left to notice, is there?" Typical Tear Drinker logic. White teeth shown behind black lips, before she gestures with palm up - curling her claws inwards. Inviting, and hopefully distracting long enough to get a Fed helio in. "I offered you solace before, Inga. I offered to break your fate; Have you come to draw deep of my waters?" 

:'''{{#var:525|Inga (525)}} has posed:''' Look, toddlers can kick pretty hard, and Inga is not exactly the most well balanced. When Harriet kicks off of her, Inga has to take a step back, nearly falling. She's able to keep her balance, just barely, leaning on her staff. Was she just hit by a small child? What in the worlds is going on? Blinking, Inga looks down to Kari. "Hello..." she says. Steal the truck? Inga looks thoughtful for a moment, then shakes her head. "No, I'm afraid that is not okay and I likely need to attempt to stop you from doing so," she informs the small being. "You should perhaps abandon this plan, or I will regretably need to resort to unpleasant measures--and you should rethink your choice of company," Inga adds, glaring toward Ophelia. Can she not escape this woman!? She must play this carefully... Inga clenches her teeth. "I am tired of being lead to you! Is there no one else that could deal with this?!" she complains, fingers curling around the flame she holds, slinging it toward Ophelia. It isn't her strongest spell, but hopefully it will be a distraction so that she can see if those in the cab of the truck need saving. She reaches out with her Sight, just to make sure they are alive--yes, their hearts still beat. Inga draws her knife next, a plan forming. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:''' It isn't okay? Well, Kari has something to say about that.     "THPPPPBT!" Yes, the tiny robot has the nerve to give Inga a raspberry. Then the ports on her oversized armored shoulders open up and little explosives are launched at Inga! Well, they're not grenades, but they do explode in a lot of smoke and will definitely obscure vision.     Meanwhile, Harriet managed to jump her way onto the overturned trailer. With a shimmer of something being drawn from slipspace, she pulls a flare out. She reads the instructions since she's never done this before and the flare is pretty large for a foot-tall robot to handle. She pops the top and drops it on the trailer, shimmery glowy fluorescent yellow smoke starting to billow out from the flare. The signal for the choppers when they do arrive. 

:'''{{#var:975|Drowned Ophelia (975)}} has posed:''' "Have you ever considered - that I -am- your fate?" Cackles the broken creature, before Inga slings a fireball at her! The Queen of Tears hisses, her hand shoved forward to catch the magic construction; And catch she does, the fire rippling up between her bleak claws and scoring glowing burns along her pale blue skin, all the way up to her shoulder. Black ichor drips from the creaking wounds. The broken creature shudders, white eyes rolling up bfeore they half lid. And she practically purrs, clenching her claws closed over the smoke that lifts up from her scorched palm. "That hurts, Inga. You always have the best misery for me, don't you?" Pitch tears slide down her cheeks as Kari's grenades begin exploding - and the creature suddenly glides forward, feet not seeming to touch the ground. Leaping off the burning cabby, her motion caught by the greasy smear in the air of the miasma following her. Both claws held out high, and arcing downward - trying nothing so less than to CUT INGA TO FUCKING RIBBONS FUCK YOU CRAZY BEE FATE LADY!! "How's Harry?" She practically purrs, voice a husky whisper. "I miss him already." 

:'''{{#var:525|Inga (525)}} has posed:''' The wisewoman blinks at Kari, frowning. Well, alright then. She feels a little badly doing violence to such a small creature but it seems it must be done. She'd given her a chance to leave. Inga coughs as the smoke bombs go off, immediately bringing the knife to her opposite arm to draw blood to use as a ward, summoning a softly shimmering barrier around herself. Direct combat like this is not exactly Inga's thing, but she is going to have to handle it somehow. She needs to learn to control the wind! Obscured by the cloud of smoke, Inga does not see Ophelia until the last possible moment. Luckily, her wards are up, or Inga would have been in tough shape. As it stands, the wards hold, acting as a barrier, absorbing the damage she would have taken. The white-haired woman narrows her eyes, growling. "Shut up," she retorts, then thrust her staff forward, calling out a word of power--another blast of force to send Ophelia reeling, giving Inga much needed space. Not because she's trying to protect her own skin. That's not the game. With the blood that still flows from her wound Inga directs it outward toward the truck, which she can see vaguely outlined due to the flare. If Harriet is not quick, she'll find herself covered in blood--boiling hot blood. But hopefully, it will also extinguish the flare. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Harriet sees the incoming blood stuff and freaks. Ew. Who does that? Her rapid-fire laser cannon spools up on its shoulder mount and automatically starts tracking the blood as it spits hot white light at it to slow it down. The lasers make sizzling pop sounds as the air violently expands around the bolts of light. Harriet is running for the flare, scooping it up and waving it around in the air like an Olympic torch as she runs down the length of the trailer trying to avoid the magically heated and propelled liquid. "Hot hot hot hot!" she says about the flare as she carries it in her armored hands.     Kari is not getting anywhere near that mess. Two big people fighting is a great way for a shinki to get badly damaged. Her clawed boots dig for purchase and she braces as the launchers shoot out micro-grenades at the boiling blood passing by, thinking that maybe the explosions can disperse it. 

:'''{{#var:975|Drowned Ophelia (975)}} has posed:''' Drowned Ophelia's claws hiss against Inga's wards - before she is suddenly thrown back by a blast of force. The broken creature forming wings from the ichor that permeates her form, landing lightly on a bare foot. That dark, cruel smile on her features as her chin dips. And from the distance - a scream of a guitar. A drawn out, rattling E chord that strains as it rises in tune, before the Six Stringed Sorrow bubbles into existance between her hands. Blue wake candles sputter to life along the machine head, black claws drawing a tortorous strain against the strings. "Oh, Inga. You love him, don't you?" She begins, tilting her head. "And he loves you; Think he'll weep at your funeral? .. " Her chin lowers. The smile fading into a thin frown. "Think you'll weep at his?" And then she spreads her ankles wide, knees turned in. Arm swings up and over, dropping like an anchor as she begins hammering at the guitar. The strings glow white, electricity crackling along her forearms, then rippling outwards towards the Seeress; Lightning! It leaps from spot to spot, frogging it's way in her direction, looking to do nothing so much as HAMMER that ward until it buckles~ "Uh uh uh. They're my toys." She snarls. 

:'''{{#var:1048|Young Arthur (1048)}} has posed:''' Inga's call for aid draws forth a swordsman clad in white, a steel helmet hides his face and the blank white shield does little to tell people of his identity. A regular steel sword is drawn as the clearly still young soldier walks forth, in likelihood, too young to be a knight. He approaches Ophelia from behind, but doesn't move to strike right away. "You will abandon your attempts at making gains, and you will leave." It's a calm, simple statement. There's a force of command behind it, a natural confidence in uttering instructions, and of course there's the sword that's pointing at Ophelia's back. 

:'''{{#var:525|Inga (525)}} has posed:''' Inga's attempt to extinguish the flare fails. Water would be lovely, but all she has is blood, which at the very least grosses out Harriet. Not exactly what she was looking to do. Cursing, Inga calls for back up. She sees no way she can fight Ophelia and keep the truck from being stolen. She does not even know what the vehicle contains, besides two people, frozen by Ophelia's magic. That's enough. The people are the important bit just now. Back up is coming. Inga growls in response to Ophelia. "There will be no funeral. Kill me if you wish, but I'll come back at you from the Other Side," she informs her, bolstering her barrier with more blood as Ophelia hammers it with lightning. Inga's hair stands on end with the electricity permeating the air, but the ward appears to be holding. It will not last forever, though. Inga needs to make a choice. She can continue to hold the ward, or she can let it slacken so she can cast another, elsewhere. In the end the choice is simple. Inga opens the vein in her arm, blood pooling quickly and rising into the air only to snake out, past Ophelia, swirling around the cab of the truck--creating a magic circle to keep the people inside from harm. If Ophelia hits her again, now? She will not be protected. Luckily, reinforcements have arrived! 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari is lucky she is small and not always noticed. With a RAWR she leaps at the young knight's head, six inches of armor with claws and blades coming to bear against the much larger human. Her big gauntleted claws are going to try and find some kind of purchase on the helm if she hits her mark.     Harriet gives up the flare by flinging it, the stick skittering across the trailer and over the side as the blood hits it, causing a nasty smelling smoke as the burning flare interacts with blood before going out. She looks around as she hears the low hum of a helicopter in the distance, the armored rabbit ears twitching. The airlift will arrive very shortly, she thinks. Hopefully there's enough smoke to show where they are. Glancing about, she thinks that maybe the traffic jam and police cordon will also help show where they are. 

:'''{{#var:975|Drowned Ophelia (975)}} has posed:''' The MOTHERFUCKING LIGHTNING crackles around Ophelia's Six Stringed Sorrow as the ward crumbles - and she smiles. A vicious, brutal smile as she prepares for the final blow. AT least - Until a HERO shows up. She turns her head slightly, glancing back towards Young Arthur. That cruel, cold smile thinning to a grin. And when Kari leaps at him - she suddenly shoves herself BACKWARDS. ONTO the point of the sword! She gasps, shoving herself further onto it. Black ichor trickling down her black lips as she tilts her head back, claws looking to warp around the point of that blade as it -comes out her other side-. "Was this your first time?" She murmurs, words bubbled by the Black Tears coming from her throat and her wound. "Don't worry - just shove it in as hard as you can, little man." The idea being to bind up that sword so Kari can have her way with Arthur. 

:'''{{#var:525|Inga (525)}} has posed:''' Inga watches as Ophelia impales herself on Arthur's sword, horrified and yet not at all surprised. Ophelia has /serious/ issues. "Oh Ophelia, I know you miss dear Eddie, but that's not him. You poor thing...you miss him, don't you?" she asks, her voice filled with sympathy. The most cutting weapon is pity. "Come on Ophelia, lets go find him," she says, extending her hand to Ophelia. Oh gods she's going to get stabbed. 

:'''{{#var:1048|Young Arthur (1048)}} has posed:''' Arthur pauses a moment as Ophelia says those things, long enough for Kari to get plenty opportunity to dig into his helmet and start pulling on it, though outright removing it will take more than brute force. It's attached below the chin, keeping it from being knocked off too easily. It's still an unpleasant sensation to have a helmet pulled upwards from beneath you. Arthur responds by swatting at the tiny adversary with his shield, the large object going straight for his own head, and ideally catching Kari in between. At the same time, the young king pulls out his sword, making sure to twist the blade some on the way out, and reaching out with his knee to push Ophelia forward. "Your innuendo disgraces you, miss, and no you're not the first person I've stabbed, nor will you be the last." He moves his blade, reaching out to rest it against her neck if he gets the opportunity. "I was raised to live by the sword, and the Lord knows, I will die by it too. But not this day. Now, leave. Don't make me say it thrice." 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     The sound of the helicopter is deafening as it closes in. The Confederate markings deter the local law enforcement from actively firing on it, knowing what kind of trouble might happen if they draw the ire of the Confederate Elites on scene. Harriet radios and tries to guide them in as best as she can, but she's never done this before, so it will take more time than usual. The helicopter releases the tie-downs/hooks, which Harriet has to attached to the trailer somehow...     Kari's arm gets smashed up by the shield even as she tries to dodge it. Persistent, she swings around onto the shield hand with her good gauntlet. Her shoulders pop up from the upper side and the laser turrets start spewing yellow light at Arthur. The lower weapon ports open and launch smoke bombs at the knight too. "Don't count me out just because I'm tiny!" 

:'''{{#var:975|Drowned Ophelia (975)}} has posed:''' Get an opportunity to put a sword to her cheek? No.. No, Arthur won't get that opportunity. For even as Ophelia is cheerfully gutted and pushed off with a knee, Inga says the magic words. And the Queen of Tears snaps her head up, locking gaze with the Seeress. Pupils dilate quite suddenly - It comes from somewhere in the diaphram. To describe it as a scream would be giving it discredit; It is more than a scream. It is a reverberating banshee's shriek, a death rattle of pure hate, tinted with the sharp glass edge of sorrow. It is Drowned Ophelia's wail. The hammer of DEATH METAL pounds the air quite suddenly as she leaps forward, bitter black claws hunting for Inga's flesh, chest heaving as she weeps. Arthur? Forgotten. Kari? Forgotten. MISSION? .. Forgotten. Inga must be -hurt-. THEMESONG CHANGE: MirrorThrone - 'So Frail' https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O_qRLlnsjhU 

:'''{{#var:525|Inga (525)}} has posed:''' Inga winces as Ophelia lets out that wail of pure sorrow and rage. The pity she has for Ophelia is very real. That does not need to be faked. Nor can she fake the pain as she is impaled by Ophelia's claws. Well, that worked. That worked all to well. Ophelia's not the only crazy bitch here. Inga lets out a gurgling, coughing laugh, spitting blood in Ophelia's face--anima charged, burning acid byslood. Inga steps back, trying to wrench herself from Ophelia's claws as she brings her hand up and blasts her with conjured fire. "I'm so...tired of...your shit," she rasps. 

:'''{{#var:1048|Young Arthur (1048)}} has posed:''' The smoke bombs and lights obscure Arthur's vision to the point where he can't quite see what's going on with Inga, which may or may not be a good thing. The boy does notice the tie-down hooks, and that's what he responds to, while coughing uncomfortably from the smoke. He tries to grab a hold on one of the lines before hitting it with his sword, obviously attempting to break the line and make the hook pointless. "I'm not counting you out, but I do have priorities. Should you wish to prevent me from cutting down these lines, make me." He answers Kari. And that's when he spots what's going on with Inga, too far away to intervene without abandoning this task, and he knows she's right. He should take advantage. And he feels terrible for doing exactly that. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Steel cables, because nobody is taking any chances with how heavy something may or may not be. It will take a few swings with the ordinary sword that Arthur is using. The larger shinki opens fire on Arthur, the laser gun walking its shots towards the sword hand even as the wielder pulls out two sword-like blades of her own with a shimmery glow. Harriet charges in to help her sister Kari, much quieter than her sibling. While Kari is going for the arms, Harriet is going for the legs.     Kari hangs on for dear life as Arthur moves to deal with the cables. She finally hops up and tries to give Arthur a kick to the head with her servo-assisted armored boots. "AND TO MY ENEMY I LEAVE A BOOT TO THE HEAD!" 

:'''{{#var:975|Drowned Ophelia (975)}} has posed:''' The Wicked Bitch of the West snarls into Inga's face, digging those claws in somewhere warm and wet. Which is when - laughing - Inga spits acid. Ophelia shrieks, clawing at her own face, before Inga - sets her on fire. Her arms stretch out behind her as if blown by a large wind, her silouette dancing in the flames. And then she's laughing. Laughing madly, which somehow melts into a sobbing, heard over the crackling, hissing of her Black Tears. Before she looks to -grab- Inga, and pull her right into the fiery grasp. "Burn with me-" She hisses, between blackened lips. 

:'''{{#var:525|Inga (525)}} has posed:''' Inga screams as she is grabbed by Ophelia, singed by her own fire. "NO! Get away from me!" she screams, blasting Ophelia back and away from her with another wave of force. Inga is not doing well. Even with her healing, she's bleeding and burned and she can't take much more of this. So, might as well make use of that blood. Spears form of hardening blood powered by anima, surging forward to impale Ophelia. It's a bit too much. The downside of blood magic? You can over do it. There's only so much blood in a body at a time. Inga crumples to the ground, unmoving. 

:'''{{#var:1048|Young Arthur (1048)}} has posed:''' The lasers bite into Arthur's armour, heating it up and causing genuine pain. Shinki attach themselves to his arms and legs, and he flails his arm trying to fling off the Shinki weighing it down while his foot is used to attempt to bash the unwelcome rider into the pavement. He hacks at the line again, looking over to see Inga crumple and fall over, and something changes in him. First, he throws his sword towards Drowned Ophelia, a well-aimed throw that a lesser adversary might assume means he's left without a weapon, but now somewhat less burdened he unties a string on the bag on his back, and it drops to the ground with noise that suggests whatever is in there is empty. The hilt of a sword peaks out, and with a certain icy calm, Arthur recites the prophecy. "He whosoever pulls this Sword out of this Stone and Anvil is rightwise born King of Britain." And with blinding light, he draws forth royal blade, and he swings the weapon towards Ophelia, a wave of sacred light swells forth, forming a cutting edge as it travels towards the Queen of Tears. "You chose poorly." 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Seeing the action heat up, the heavy lifter begins taking off, with only four of the cables attached. They'll risk it. The worst that could happen is that they jettison the cables. The cables hold, the metric ton of superconductors swaying unsteadily as it takes to the air. The Confederates seem to have emerged victorious!     Kari and Harriet both agree that the angry angry knight is not somebody they want to continue fighting. Besides that, they got what they came for. So they bail.     "Let's get out of here!" Kari says, with Harriet showing her own agreement by leaping away from the young warrior. Kari hops away as well, trying to escape.     Meanwhile, in the air, the weight of the superconductor crates shift within the trailer as it sways unsteadily. With a mighty metallic clang, the trailer doors are smashed open by the crates! The heavy cargo starts tumbling earthward, most of it spilling out before the winches correct for the open end. 
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4403/Rat Catchers

2016-08-09T03:49:05Z

Darzoni: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2016/08/08 |Location=Techno Urbania |Synopsis=Shinki and friends perform an extermination service on a run-down piece of property. |Cast of Charact..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2016/08/08
|Location=Techno Urbania
|Synopsis=Shinki and friends perform an extermination service on a run-down piece of property.
|Cast of Characters=276, 930, 399, 454
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     "This is Harry Jones for WTNU. It's a beautiful day here in Techno Urbania! The sun is shining with scattered clouds, the temperature is a breezy 24C. A great day for the ongoing Onion Festival in the Oakenridge district. And now for the news..." The radio blares from the golf-cart like car that one Cassius Kupier, developer at large and genuine lizard person from some planet or another, is driving out to his fixer-upper property in the less thickly inhabited areas of Urbania. The car screeches to a halt on the sidewalk in front of the property.     Kari and Harriet are already there, checking over their equipment and weapons. Kari has painted herself in red war stripes for one reason or another. They're there with some other people they'd managed to convince to help them with the extermination job.     The property is a small set of condos that have seen better days. The stucco is peeling, the weeds overgrowing the greenery patches. A broken window or two is evidence from the boards. It looks like it should be just one of those things where you sweep the place with bug-bombs and be done.     "Bug bombs?"     "Check."     "Wasp spray?"     "Double check."     "Hotel Californias?"     "Triple check!" The girls are making sure they have the bug-killing equipment all laid out. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden was joining them for the task, or at least, staying nearby in case something happened, which, while unlikely, was never impossible in the multiverse. Next to him, a certain feline Shinki was doing her best rambo impression, tying a red headband on her forehead, getting her paw glove in one hand, and placing a large bug swatter in the other in a holster attached to one leg, and a small can of bug spray held like a gun. As the pair list the items, she suddenly gets closer, "Cat, check!" she meows, tail sweeping happily. "Thanks for inviting me over to help!" she says happily. Alden just chuckles a bit, "Just be careful, I don't think you are under warranty anymore." he teases. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Standing head and shoulders above anyone is not something Taro often enjoys. Here in the company of shinki, he stands head, shoulders, and knees above the others.      Obviously the android is not a direct participant. Even if he had brought proper vermin-killing equipment, he couldn't hope to fit where Kari, Harriet, and the others are going. Instead, he's over at the small pop-up First Aid tent, just in case of injury. One of 'his' cyber-elves, the nurse cap-wearing Myrrh, flits around the other participants, gossiping and wearbling 'Does anyone need any last-minute touchups or system checks?' The vaguely foxlike Isten has reshaped his digital apperance a bit, wearing a tiny skull-and-crossbones bauble in his tiny ponytail and carrying what looks like battery packs(??) on his waist. He drops down next to the other shinki, all devil-may-care. 'This is going to be fun! Hi!' 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Professional alien lizard-person Cassius waddles up to the motley bunch, puffing away at a cigar and glancing at the robots and digimon from behind fancy sunglasses. "Hey, I'm only paying the little robots." He looks at Harriet. "I'm not even sure if that's one of those shinki... What's with the short guy and horny lizard?"     Kari and Harriet welcome Katze and the cyberelves Myrrh and Isten. "Yeah, Mr. Kupier says he needs some help exterminating bugs in these condos!" says Kari. She might be envisioning things similar to an alien action movie she saw once... 

:'''{{#var:454|Mortimer Balman (454)}} has posed:'''      "Ah hell, we're gonna be late. Damn traffic!" Mort grumbled as the rideshare car sat in traffic, slowly inching through Urbania. "Might be faster walkin' at this point, Mr. Balman." "...Y'know yer right. End the ride here, we're gonna hoof it." "Have a good day sir." Mort grabbed his jacket and hopped out of the car in the middle of traffic, bounding across car roofs to get to the sidewalks, until he could race toward where these exterminator people were supposed to be.      He wasn't entirely sure why he was being contracted to help a bunch of tiny robot people do extermination of pests, but he figured it must be a hell of a problem for them to want Pokemon to be included in the hunting group. Granted he only had /one/ that could be of much help, but Nettle was curious enough to see how this would play out, and had agreed to do the job.      So about five minutes late, Mort comes running up and skidding to a halt, sparks flying as the metal bands around the fronts of his boots scraped loudly against concrete. "Sorry we're late! Traffic in this place is /murder/ somedays, I swears. Nettle! Pop yerself out, work t'be done!" The wraithly sock-puppet-like body of a Shuppet phased into view from the back of Mort's head. "<Hello dears~ are we all ready, now?~>" 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden waves to the Lizard person, "Don't mind me, I am just here in case something happens." he offers, tail twitching as he tries to pacify the person. "I promise not to get in the way or demand any payment." he adds. Katze meanwhile, seems to be picturing the situation just like Kari, given her ramboesque outfit, feline tail twitching, "This is going to be fun!".      Alden's attention is torn from the Shinkies, when someone arrives, and he tilts his head a bit, curious to see more non humans!. He waves happily to Mort, tail twitching a few more times, "Hello!" he says happily. Katze's attention goes to the puppet pokemon, blinking a few times and giggling, "Hi!". 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     "Harriet is a new version shinki." Taro couldn't help but overhear the remark, and he answers it with that polite yet do-not-argue-with-him tone of his. He turns away from where he'd been fiddling with a portable tool kit to face the man - lizardman - to give a polite nod. "As for me, I'm a certified machine medic, here to serve in case anyone is injured."      'Like insect-bugs, is what Em Taro told us. Not code-bugs, right?' Isten warbles, grinning. 'I'm here to zap bugs, either way!' Enthusiastic? Yes.     Myrrh gives a little electronic warble-sigh. Obviously used to this. 'Just no running over any cliffs on the way.'     'We have wings, what's the worry?' Isten shoots back. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kupier licks his lizard lips. "Fine fine. Just make sure the place is thoroughly cleaned ouf of rodents, insects, and spiders. And anything else that's weird or out of place." He puffs on his cigar a few times, eying the pokemorph that comes skidding to a halt. He looks at Kari. "Another friend of yours, kiddo?"     "Yep! That's Mister Balman." Kari says cheerfully in spite of her sister Harriet giving Cassius a dirty look for implying she wasn't a shinki. Kari puts a small screwdriver into her belt thing. "Okay! Let's go kill some bugs!" And she scampers off towards the condos.     Harriet is less speedy, just walking along. "Don't we need the keys?" She calls after Kari.     Kupier mutters and fishes the keys out of his pockets, tossing them towards Mortimer, since it seems like the fire badger is most likely to accompany the shinki into the building. "Lock up when you're done." And the lizard-person ambles back to his golf car. 

:'''{{#var:454|Mortimer Balman (454)}} has posed:'''      Mort exhales some smoke- natural smoke, the kind he normally produces and clears his throat. "And yer little Kari, as I recall!" Keys caught, he looks up at the building and rubs his jaw for a minute. "I'd say the best way t'do this ought t'be goin' from top t'bottom. Clear each floor, leave'em nowhere to run. Nettle here'll herd them towards ye that way yah don't hafta spend hours 'n hours huntin'em down t'the last." Nettle floats down and around, studying her contractual allies for a moment. "<Curious little creatures~ but this should be a delight to see you at work~>" and then starts hovering toward the condos. Bugs don't really provide much of a meal, but fear is fear, and in droves it should still suffice. Perhaps the little robots will fear too, and she can see how theirs tastes.. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Taro's eyes follow Cassius as the lizardian returns to his car. Not exactly a pleasant fellow. Rather rude, actually. His eyes narrow a bit as he watches a few moments longer, then turns back to getting the first aid tent in order.     'If anyone gets hurt or stuck, just radio! We'll come get you!' Myrrh warbles, waving. Though since the others have all generally turned away, they may not have noticed that gesture.     Isten for his part flitters along, skimming the ground to stay on level with the shinki participants. 'This place looks terrible. I bet it's crawling with all kinds of things!' Said with snthusiasm, not disgust. Both Mort and his pokemon give him a bit of a pause, though it doesn't stop him from chattering. 'Wow, I haven't met anyone like you before. You're not a machine, are you? I'm Isten! Pleased to meetcha.' 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' The gabumon is a tiny bit curious about the smoke, but he seems more intrigued by the fact this person seemed to be familiar with Kari and the rest, so he chooses to introduce himself, "I'm Alden." he tells the fire pokemon, reaching around with one of his hands, at least wanting to say hi before they go to the building. He is a bit curious about the Nettle, "Is that a pokemon?" he asks softly.      Katze meanwhile, seems rather enthusiastic, bouncing lightly as she clutches her 'weapon' in both hands, tail twitching softly, and offering a greeting to Isten and the others, "Wonder if we will see giant bugs!". "Katze has been watching some movies lately." Alden explains. 

:'''{{#var:454|Mortimer Balman (454)}} has posed:'''      Mort looks down, realizing he has to watch his step for all these tiny things. He's huge, after all, and has big feet. "Aye, I'm not a machine- an' my name's Mort, nice to meetcha little fella! Anyway, Nettle's no machine either. I'm a Typhlosion-morph, and Nettle there is a Shuppet- a Ghost-type Pokemon." Answering both the Gabumon and whatever the deuce Isten is. "I've been led to understand that in some regions, Ghost-type Pokemon are not actual ghosts. In my world, they are: Nettle's very much a creature leading a post-mortem existence." He took note of the warbling thing that was waving at them, but there were too many tiny people and things for him to avoid stepping on to respond to it at the moment.      WHAT IS THIS, AN OPERATION FOR ANTS?! 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     The condos have an air of being... haunted. Or otherwise inhabited by something beyond the pale. There are clearly signs that the roofs have leaked. There's mold, cobwebs, dust, mildew. Signs the place was abandoned suddenly, as there are furniture and personal effects still here.     "Woooow... Somebody left in a hurry!" Kari says, keeping her wasp spray handy in the huge arms of her Dire Wolf armor. Harriet scans the rooms, the ears of her rabbit-themed armor twitching as she keeps a bug-bomb under each arm, the laser machine gun on her shoulder scanning for hostiles.     Nettle finds the first bug nest, a horde of roaches, hidden inside one of the walls. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' The digimon stays behind, tilting his head at Mort's explanation of ghost pokemon, "So Nettle is... a real ghost?, awsome." he says, before blinking and adding, "Nice to meet you, Mort!". He decides to stay out of the building just to avoid causing trouble or getting in the way, especially since he was not hired to do this!. He does linger near the pokemon morph, because, why not?. Meanwhile, Katze clutches the bug spray in both hands, looking around as if ready to 'shoot' at something, listening for noises and flicking her tail. "I wonder what scared them away." 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Isten doesn't seem to be all that bothered by the dirt and decay, though he does try to avoid any active drips or puddles left by the last rain. 'Maybe there was a big battle,' he ventures a guess, though he doesn't think much more deeply on it that that. He brings his tiny digital hands together, a spark of energy dancing between them.     He'll put that to use once the roaches are startled towards him and the others. He'll zip upward to about the height of the top of a coffee table, and begins unleashing tiny electric sparks. They'd only be annoying to larger people, but to insects it ought to be like a bug zapper. 

:'''{{#var:454|Mortimer Balman (454)}} has posed:''' Mort himself will not be going in, he'll listen in with radio of course but he's far too huge to be of any real aid unless the shinki and assembled whatsits are completely overrun by vermin. "Looks like a pretty nice place.. Sides from all the damage to the building.. Might be a pretty huge horde of vermin in there. You little folk be careful, now."      Nettle snickers to herself a bit and.. Fades from view again, disappearing into the walls. Annnd then she regretted it, because the interior of these hidden spaces was /disgusting/. She was quite glad to be dead.      The Shuppet's disembodied voice came creeping out through the walls, from a small ventilation duct. "<Over here, my little dears~ I hope you've got lots of ammunition and grit to spare, it's quite unpleasant down here~>" 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     The roaches scurry away from the ghost pokemon, flooding out of the vents and little holes near the baseboards.     "We got incoming!" Kari shouts. She opens up with the wasp spray, hosing them down as best as she can.     Harriet's laser gun just starts firing automatically at the cockroaches, lighting the place up with stacatto bursts of crimson. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden nods to Mort's words, moving a bit closer, "Indeed, hope they get it fixed." he muses softly. The feline shinki lets out a gasp at the flood of bugs and begins spraying blindly at the approaching bugs, hosing as many as she can. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Zap Zap Zap! Isten's trying to not accidentally shoot any of his new friends-allies as he zips back and forth above them. He's mostly aiming for the strays scuttling away from the others' firing zone. With enthusiasm. 'You can't escape that way! Ha! Take that!'     Taro, having run out of things to set up, leans gently against the table to wait. 

:'''{{#var:454|Mortimer Balman (454)}} has posed:'''      Nettle giggles as the roaches scurry away, swiftly racing around through the walls and under the floors, trying to get them all pointed in one direction. But it wouldn't be Nettle at work if she didn't decide to have some.. ....Fun... At the expense of others. "<Teehee~>"      While the assorted little digital people are dealing with the first wave, they will hear a horrid, wraithly wailing. It echoes through the walls and the floors and the roof, sounding as though it is moving around. It fades in a minute or so, but..      The big people wouldn't notice it, they're far too large to feel such tiny tremors. But for the Shinki? For Isten? They'll feel the ground they're standing upon rumble and tremble, as though an earthquake was starting.. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     The shinki sisters pause for a moment at the quaking footfalls. Harriet points towards the bedroom, which is not where Nettle is. Kari points towards the wall, where Nettle is. The sisters are definitely confused. The roaches are manageable now though; many of them twitching and dying from the bug sprays. The ones Harriet has shot are fried roaches, sizzling nicely.     "It's a biggun!" Kari says, her huge (for a shinki) gun materializing. She fires the slug-thrower gun a few times towards Nettle, putting bullet holes in the drywall. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Katze eventually runs out of ammo, and drops the can, mumbling about not wanting to get bug on her weapons, but still, she summons the paw gloves!. She also calls the petit machines, the trio of tiny drones materializing around her, two flying, and one looking to be in a tiny tank of sorts, all of them shooting the bugs with lasers!. She aims in the direction away from the wall, clearly confused as well, "That way!" 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Isten is still in the air, but the rattle-rumble is still noticed. 'Wh-ooah! Earthquake!' His arms flail almost comically, and that last electrical zap strays from his target to hit the top of the wall instead.     The roach he missed makes a mad dash across the floor to escape the poisons, lasers, guns, and everything else to squeeze through a crack in the floorboards. 'Oh no you don't!' he shouts and zips after it...only he's forgotten he's physical, and faceplants instead. 'Ow!' A moment later, and and anyone looking that way will see him vanish in a shower of random pixels as he reverts to data to follow after it... 

:'''{{#var:454|Mortimer Balman (454)}} has posed:'''      Nettle blinks and immediately stops her wailing as the gunfire comes very close to hitting her! Well it probably wouldn't have done that much actual damage, but you never know with some dimensional variances. More holes, more gunfire! Forces her to go down low into the floors, but it doesn't matter too much.. Her little surprise has already been set up, and she's given the vermin only one place to go.      Out. Hundreds of roaches and spiders and ants and earwigs and other common household pestiferous insects spill out from a few of the holes in the wall and floor, trying to escape from the horrifying otherworldly presence that they know, instinctively, Should Not Be.      Nettle wonders how much the little robots enjoy a target rich environment.. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Harriet sees all the bugs that Nettle is herding towards the shinki and hurls one of the bug bombs towards them, setting it off. Moments later the thing goes off and sprays horrendously toxic smoke throughout this particular condo. She then turns towards the bedroom where the noise is getting louder and far more frequent.     Kari sprays down the carpeted mass of bugs with her missiles, assisting Katze with the cleanup. She pause and turns towards the bedroom, finally hearing the noise over all the racket the shinki are causing.     The door shatters and splinters, a giant thing resembling a bed crossed with a bug crossed with a shark's mouth bursting out of the room and trying to force its way towards the shinki.     Kari says it first. "BED BUG!" And starts making for the main doorway. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Katze covers her face as she sees the explosion of smoke, and the giant big appearing!. The giant bug gets a surprised stare from the cat shinky, then she yelps, following Kari away to the entrance, "Big bug, big bug!" 

:'''{{#var:454|Mortimer Balman (454)}} has posed:'''      Mort looks up from his position outside, ears flicking occasionally at the sound of gunfire and.. Huhn. "Sounds like they might be havin' trouble, in there. Big trouble. Odd. Shouldn't be /that/ many in there.. ...You made sure they had enough bullets an' spray cans, right?" He looks at Alden, asking this of him.      Nettle, meanwhile, has been alerted to the presence of something genuinely dangerous to the little shinki and assorted inorganic lifeforms, and has rapidly rematerialized in the room. "<My my my, aren't you a /big/ one~! I always did like them big~>" Sinister laughter erupts as her head... Splits? Smiling isn't the right word for it, it's more like her body has /cracked/, almost all the way around, her mouth is suddenly a colossal gaping hole made out of /nothing/, and lined with enormous jagged, crooked, razor sharp teeth. "<Stay out of the way little dears~, I'll handle this one, you focus on the others..>" 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     There's noxious smoke filling the condo, so Kari is guiding the other two shinki out with her infrared senses, grabbing their hands if necessary to help them. "BIG BUG!" She shouts along with Katze, afraid. Harriet mumbles something about how she could have thrown one of the bug bombs in its mouth like that one shark movie Kari likes, but stumbles along as she's led out by her smaller sister.     The queen-sized bed bug opens its mouth in challenge to Nettle, revealing rows and rows and rows of shark-like teeth embedded inside the 'mattress'. And it tries to eat Nettle with a gaping lunge, smashing through a wall. Drywall and splintered lumber flies everywhere, and there's a horrible crash of metal and water as the refrigerator is crushed beneath the enormous pest. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden seems to get nervous as he hears the voices from inside the building, grumbling and clutching the D-Arc, maybe he should get in there... "That does sound serious." he agrees, before turning to look at Mort, "Well, I gave Katze plenty of ammo and stuff... Kari and the otehrs tend to handle their own provisions themselves." he explains. "Is your friend going to be ok in there?" he asks. Katze keeps retreating, while the petit machines pepper the giant bug with little beams from the ship, and small energy bolts from the tank. 

:'''{{#var:454|Mortimer Balman (454)}} has posed:'''      The out and out crashing and sounds of thrashing, drywall being smashed, and so forth, make Mort look up again. His face is still only marginally concerned though. "Hn.. Well they'll radio us if they need help. Nettle's there too, she won't let them get too beat up if there's anything /really/ dangerous in there..." He trails off a bit at the end, perhaps not entirely sure of that sentence himself. But he does trust his evil little ghost, she is an obedient and loyal servant.      Who has proceeded to lock jaws with the 'bed bug'. Mattress stuffing and wiring are shredded and flung to the side, along with bits of ghostly sock puppet fabric, as the two monsters begin tearing at each other. But Nettle has the advantage of speed and deathly strength, and her mouth is able to twist in ways that no living thing's can, so when she bites into the bed bug.. She rips much nastier, bloody chunks, and she can pass through solid objects if she thinks quickly enough. For a brief moment it looks like the monstrous vermin has the upper hand, mattress-mouth swallowing Nettle whole! But this is quickly revealed to be a ruse as she explodes out of its side in a grisly spray of gore and exoskeletal chunks, cackling with sadistic glee all the while. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari and Harriet haul Katze out of the apartment, running between Mort's legs. "BIG BUG! BIG BUG!" Kari shouts as they emerge.     The bedbug thrashes as the shuppet guts it from the inside out, wrecking the condo even more as it dies. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Katze can't quite see what is going on back there with the ghost, she just hopes no one gets hurt, even as she is carried out by Kari and the other shinki!. She huffs adn stands besides Alden, holding ontohis leg, "Scary bug." she says softly. 

:'''{{#var:454|Mortimer Balman (454)}} has posed:'''      Well, someone's getting hurt. Quite a bit! It's just not Nettle, but rather the large horrible thing she was fighting. She lingers for a few more moments after it dies, uttering a profane incantation over the carcass- which immediately begins to burn, but with no visible flame. Not enough to be destroyed, but enough to ensure it stays dead.. "<Filthy creature. Hmph. No wonder the locals left.>" She takes a moment to smooth out her fabric, and then begins floating down, looking.. Well, she has a few scratches and tears, but doesn't look too bad, really. "<Hello, Master~>" A cheerful voice again.      Mort looks at the shinki, and then up at Nettle. "So what happened?" "<Suffice to say, Master, there is a good reason the tenants fled this place. The owner should have warned us, I do believe that we'll be able to enjoy a reasonable hazard pay for our troubles~>" Giggling a bit, "<Are you alright, little dears?~ I hope I didn't scare you too much~>" That last sentence sounded wholly disingenuous. 
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4153/Home Monster Movie: Doctor Gross-O's Creature Carnival

2016-05-27T03:01:35Z

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|Date of Scene=2016/05/26
|Location=Neo Arcadia-00001
|Synopsis=A few Confederates decide to make a home movie involving mecha and kaiju.
|Thanks=Thanks to Ariah, Kord, and Taro for making this scene hilarious!
|Cast of Characters=56, 276, 399, 954
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:''' NEO ARCADIA - TARO'S APARTMENT - EVENING     Normally Taro's apartment is impeccably tidy, with everything tucked into its proper places in cabinets and drawers, the knickknacks on display free of dust, the curtains pulld back from the floor to ceiling windows to showcase the small enclosed balcony and the city below.     Tonight? Not so much.     The floor cushions and coffee table have been pulled back into into his charging room to further open up the living room floor, which has been taken over by a haphazardly designed city of cardboard buildings with construction-paper streets and trees. The curtains have been pulled closed, with a couple of extra lamps from Zarenna's apartment set in the corners for extra light. The space that opens into the kitchenette is occupied by a vidcam on a tripod, while the foyer and rest of the kitchen area are overrun with props, puppets, and leftover costume bits.     Taro hmself seems to have also been roped into this, as he's wearing a pair of lab goggles fresh from the mid-twentieth century on his head, along with a labcoat of an even older vintage. Why? Well, apparently it's very difficult for him to tell Kari and Harriet no... 

:'''{{#var:56|Ariah (56)}} has posed:'''      It doesn't take especially long for Ariah to arrive. She has her house chores finished, and doesn't have too much trouble getting to where she needs to be. Clad in her usual uniform, her staff held in a neutral stance... she rings the bell. And awaits. Perhaps with a companion. She has never done a movie before. And has seen only very few. Books are her forte, but she knows some things. And perhaps imagines her talents might be useful in some capacity. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari and Harriet are busying themselves with fixing little things on the 'set'. Zarenna, their master, is setting up backgrounds in a different room to serve as backdrops for conversational pieces. The roboticist has thoughtfully brought some snacks and drinks for any organic guests that may turn up to help with this production.     The doorbell rings! Kari hops over to answer it... somehow. Pressing the button with a hop. She's got bits of scotch tape clinging to her, but she seems cheerful as usual. "Hi Miss Ariah!" 

:'''{{#var:954|Count Kord (954)}} has posed:'''     In lieu of his armor, Kord has arrived wearing some kind of medieval-age commoner outfit with a black vest, black slacks, brown boots and a white shirt. His face is covered by that vaguely bird-like mask he wears during casual occasions. He adjusts his black gloves nervously and glances aside at Ariah with curiosity in his pale blue eyes. He leans over and wonders, "What is a movie, exactly...?" He keeps his voice low, but he looks to the door in surprise when he sees it open, straightening up.     "Hello," he greets, in that romanian(?) accented and deep voice of his. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Bringing snacks was wise on Zarenna's part, as Taro wouldn't have a bite of food in the apartment otherwise. The man appears to only indulge in a variety of teas and a bottle or two of wine...     "Come in," Taro says as Kord and Ariah step inside. It is still his home, redecorated as it is, and so he should be polite. "And good evening. I would offer chairs, but they seem to have been stacked up." Deadpan humor or serious, it's hard to say exactly which between his voice and faintly dour expression. Then, in answer to Kord's question, he continues, "A movie is somewhat like a play, except the images and sounds are recorded to be viewed again later." 

:'''{{#var:56|Ariah (56)}} has posed:'''      Unfortunately, it's unlikely that Ariah's dietary needs are available, unless Kari's master is up for a snack break at some point. Perhaps it's good she had a meal before arriving. "I could not have explained it better," she says as she nods to Taro. "I was struggling with a proper explanation beyond 'moving pictures', to be honest. Films were still fairly new be a few decades in my time..." she says quietly, offering her hand to Kari if she wanted a lift. And help getting the tape off of her little self. "How may I help? I can offer my magic in a myriad of ways." 

:'''{{#var:954|Count Kord (954)}} has posed:'''     Kord takes note that he stands head and shoulders above pretty much anyone else in the room that isn't a Shinki. He has a wide-eyed look as he looks around the room. He pauses to look at light fixtures or other bits of technology that aren't present in a medieval age, but he doesn't have any other questions about them. He takes off his mask and finds a place to set it, revealing that the imposing man couldn't be older than his mid-twenties, and he has some strange markings up along his neck and face that look like his veins got turned black or something. And his eyes! Black sclera, weird blue irises, white pupils. He's got some red stubble on his face, otherwise, and a manly, healthy romanian visage.     He makes for the snacks almost immediately to peruse them like a hungry animal. "I have no idea what we're doing," he admits, "Will that be a problem?" A beat. "I have seen plays before," he adds, so he isn't COMPLETELY clueless. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari is helped up by Ariah and bwees as the mage and herself get the bits of tape off of her. "Ooh! Live special effects would be so cool!" She says to Ariah. It's good that others have stepped up to explain what movies are to Kord. Kari would have probably made things confusing and less understandable.     Zarenna helpfully distributes the scripts to Taro, Ariah, and Kord. "Well, with a voice like yours, you'll simply have to be the narrator." The woman says. She points to the microphone stand. "That's a microphone. It records sounds so they can be played back later. So your lines are everything marked 'Narrator'." Taro is the villain; Doctor Gross-O. And apparently Harriet will be the monsters unless somebody has a better idea. Kari, being the way she is, has cast herself as the mecha that beats up the monster. The script is simplistic and corny, something that was clearly written by Kari with some editorial help from Zarenna.     Harriet starts cleaning herself up. "Why am /I/ the monster anyway?"     Kari hops down and hugs her sister. "Because the monsters should always tower over the heroes of the story!" And then a serious moment. "Also because you move a lot better in the costumes than me." 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     "Video entertainment has been popular for centuries here," Taro notes, "as has theater...ah, thank you, Zarenna." He takes his copy of the script from her with a nod, then begins to thumb through it rather quickly.     ...oh my. Kari has spent an inordinate amount of time in front of the television, if this script is any indication...     "Because I thought we decided I was too tall to play the monster?" he answers Harriet as he crosses stage left - in this case, across the living room - to join her. "Besides, your face is more expressive than mine."     He hints a faint smirk at Kord. "You say that as if any of us knows what we're doing. We're all strictly ameteur filmmakers here." 

:'''{{#var:56|Ariah (56)}} has posed:'''      "Elevating me to 'amateur' is being extremely charitable," Ariah says with a faint smirk of her own. Her voice is cold and almost deadpan, thickly French accented. "I am afraid that my special effects are limited to one color, however. But do tell me what sort of things you were requiring? I should be able to form just about anything you may need... even if there may be strings attached.." she considers, never having analyzed her magic from an angle where she'd need to project it differently. 

:'''{{#var:954|Count Kord (954)}} has posed:'''     Kord picks up the script he's supposed to read and opens it. He reads it over, his face seeming to immediately show incredulity and some kind of confused amusement. He's definitely outside of his element here. He looks between Ariah, Taro, Kari and Harriet and then asks aloud, "Filmmakers? Is a movie called a 'film' as well?"     After he asks that, he looks back down at the script, thoughtfully reading it while playing with his sharp fangs with his tongue. "This should be easy enough..." he murmurs, remembering how narrators typically spoke during plays that he went to. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari and Harriet are manning the cameras at the moment, with a microphone on a pole held by Zarenna.     The script begins 'In a world of justice and cake...' and cuts to Doctor Gross-O monologing about his latest creations designed to take over New Positron City. 

:'''{{#var:954|Count Kord (954)}} has posed:'''     "In a world of justice and cake...!" Kord speaks into the microphone, his voice rumbling with a passion he doesn't normally show. He could be a good movie trailer narrator, or really a good narrator for anything serious at all. His accent is a little much, he does sound a little like Dracula when he puts that much effort into it. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Lights, camera, and action!     "New Positron. Phah. New Gross-o has a much better ring to it." Taro's expression has only shifted into a deeper frown, with hints of a scowl, but his pitch and his waving of arms is spot on for a movie scientist villain. "Soon, SOON, I will unleash you, my beautiful monster," and he makes a dramatic gesture in the direction of Harriet, "upon the world, and they'll never know what hit them! Bwahahaha!" 

:'''{{#var:56|Ariah (56)}} has posed:'''      It takes a moment for Ariah to figure out just where she is, reading the script and looking up as 'Gross-o' starts his monologue and begins to spout exhibition. She sets the script aside on the nearest flat surface and grips her staff in both hands, pressing it into the floor. She focuses and frees a hand, gesturing out towards Harriet and Taro. Her ability to shape her magic into nearly anything serves her well as she manages to form white-blue mana into jagged, cheesy, cartoony lightning bolts that flash around the pair, complete with a rather substantial crackle and thud of thunder as they burst out of existence. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Harriet is dressed in.. plush looking dinosaur outfit, and the camera is super close in on her to mess around with the scale. "Rawr." She says. Then she does it again because apparently Kari said something about /emphasis/. "RAWR." Guess that'll have to do. She waves the plushy arms menacingly, or sort of menacingly. "I will destroy New Positron City for my master. And eat the Super Positron Mecha Force's Headquarters. Especially their ace pilot, Wanda Sho." 

:'''{{#var:56|Ariah (56)}} has posed:'''      And then there's dead air. Ariah picks up the script and looks up as the camera is on her for the moment. She blinks in confusion and glances down at the script, then back up at the camera. There's a moment where she realizes what's going on and her eyes widen. She looks frantically at the people in charge and... has no idea who is ACTUALLY in charge. Or who put her in this role. She coughs, "I, Wanda Sho, shall use every ounce of my might, and the power of-of my Super Fighting Robot, Vulfkanger-ZX to protect this city and its cake at any cost!" Wanda SHo is... French? She does a fist pump for emphasis, still looking like she's so horribly out of her element. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     The camera is shakey but it shows Kari in her Dire Wolf Armor stomping across the cardboard city. She's providing her own music, which is basically her humming some kind of Ultraman-esque theme loud enough for the microphone to pick up. A name-badge, carefully sized to the shinki, reads "VULFKANGER-ZX" in Sharpie. "And now, monster, you will taste the feats of /justice!/" And the camera pans back to Doctor Gross-O, who will undoubtedly reveal the monster's nasty trick! 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     "Bwahahaha!" Doctor Gross-o is clearly borrowing the laughter from another mad roboticist as he points in a most dramatic fashion in the direction of Wanda Sho (who will no doubt get her picture cut-imposed by the Vulfkanger-ZX in post-production). "You -think- that machine of yours is strong, but it's no match for my grandest creation of all," He makes another grand, theatrical gesture toward the plush dinosaur, "Tyrana-Raptor!" 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Harriet lumbers across the cardboard cityscape trying to look menacing as she knocks over the cutout buildings. She tries to make a roar sound, but the naturally quiet shinki ends up making a kind of SQUEAK instead as she barrels towards the smaller Kari. She strikes a pose, and here Ariah's special effects are needed to make it look like an icy wind is striking the armored Kari, who is pretending to struggle against the icy wind. And it cuts to a reaction shot of Wanda Sho dealing with the cold hard truth. 

:'''{{#var:56|Ariah (56)}} has posed:'''      The falling building is accompanied by a blue-white explosion of magic that shakes some of the other buildings a bit. She looks at the script and does her best to make an 'icy wind', spreading tiny motes of mana through the air and sending them past Kari. Some of the magic sticks to her, though, before vanishing silently. At least it isn't like ACTUAL glitter. Kari would never get it off. Again a pause before she realizes it's her line, and the genuine look of surprise is good as she blinks at the camera, "A-ah... no...! I. I cannot fail New Positron and its people! Its confectioners! People of the city, lend me your strength! Lend me your love! Show Doctor Gross-O the power of the heart!" she tries her best not to wear an incredulous expression as she turns it over to Taro for his own realization. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Doctor Gross-o's eyebrows raise along with his arm, as if to shield himself from that power. His relative lack of dramatic faces isn't keeping him from otherwise hamming it up. "No! Not the power of the Heart! Tyrana-Raptor! Stop her! Stop her now!" 

:'''{{#var:56|Ariah (56)}} has posed:'''      The special effects for poor Taro are glittery white and blue hearts that... probably help with the shielding of the face business. Toss toss toss. Sparkle sparkle. <3 <3 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Harriet raaawrs flatly and wrestles with the smaller shinki for a bit, seeming to get the upper hand as they grapple and trash buildings left and right. This occupies a good five minutes, the larger shinki and smaller shinki play-fighting (and trying not to laugh at the absurdity of it all). It ends with Tyrana-Raptor standing menacingly over the fallen Vulfkanger-ZX, looking as smug as Harriet can make the plush suit look. And then the mecha leaps to her feet and shoulder tackles the monster! And then she strikes a dramatic pose as her opponent gets ther feet in time to be blasted with smoke grenades and flashy lasers. Dramatic special effects! Dramatic hero music courtesy of Kari's humming! Victory reaction from Wanda! The bitter taste of yet another defeat for Doctor Gross-o! Cue the credits! 

:'''{{#var:56|Ariah (56)}} has posed:'''      Explosions! Noises flashes! Ariah spends the whole five minutes throwing energy around. Harmless energy that has enough force to maybe nudge a ping pong ball around when it explodes. But it sure looks neat with the pair play-fighting like that. Beams and flashes and pops and pews and pows! Ariah looks almost winded from the rapid-fire casting she's had to do non-stop, almost as much as a real battle, though the lack of heat and force in the effects certainly helps keep costs down. Hooray for low budget movies. When the camera gets back to Wanda, she blinks, "The power of love conquers all! If you wanted cake, Doctor Gross-O, you should have just asked! New Positron City will stand tall (despite the extreme collateral damage) for another day! Only eat cake as a part of a balanced breakfast, kids! ...insert super-kawaii victory pose here... huh?" Then looking unsure of herself, Ariah does a double V-for-victory pose, her lips curving into a forced smile that lasts for as long as needed until the camera shifts back over to Taro. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     "My plans, they're ruined...ruined!" Doctor Gross-o's head hangs in the shame of defeat. Then, he gives a theatrical sigh. "Mark my words, Wanda Sho. You and the Vulfkanger-ZX cannot defend the city forever. Tyrana-Raptor and I will return. And when we do...we will feast on cake!"     Dramatic vanish!     Cue credits. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Zarenna phews as running around as both the camera operator and microphone holder was tiring. She looks at the pair of shinki as she plops down on the floor of Taro's apartment. "Okay... time to clean up you two."     "... Do we have to?" Kari says.     Harriet's not arguing. She's trying to get the suit off. "... The zipper is stuck." she says, waddling over to Taro for help as Zarenna admonishes Kari for being a bad guest to Taro. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Zarenna also thanks Taro, Kord, and Ariah for their part in the production. It certainly looks like the shinki had a lot of fun with the whole thing. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     And with that, Taro returns to his usual demeanor. "Here." He gracefully drops to the floor as Harriet waddles up to him, reaching down to carefully tug and wiggle the costume's zipper till he can work it free. "Congratulations, Harriet. You've now joined Number Nine and I in the ranks of Esteemed Monsters." There's a hint of a joke in his tone of voice, not complete deadpan for once.     A glance to the others. "I doubt there's going to be a red carpet premiere, but I'm sure Zarenna will make suire we all get copies once it's ready." 

:'''{{#var:56|Ariah (56)}} has posed:'''      Ariah doesn't look too worse for the wear. And she might have actually had a little fun. When all the smoke clears and things are said and done, though, she moves to the 'city' and kneels down, "I can help you clean things up, since I helped destroy things as well." She looks at Harriet and Taro, a real smile coming. "Next time I will bring Aurora for the sequel," she says with a nod. "We will give Kari a 'Big Hero' pin, and Harriet a 'Giant Monster' pin to commemorate things?" 
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4130/Digging My Tomato

2016-05-20T17:28:55Z

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|Location=Crystal Valley
|Synopsis=Kari brings tomato seedlings for Katze and Alden to plant and grow.
|Cast of Characters=276, 930
|pretty=yes
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Since the... situation at avatar world and Ophelia, Alden seemed to be mostly out of touch with others, beyond voice conversations, where he sounded... a bit off. That likely might worry some of his friends!. As far as he told others, he was just at home, taking care of things, and recovering!. If anyone were to visit, they might find a rather... unusual picture. A small, brown furred thing with a large 'horn', bouncing around, trying to use a watering can on a bunch of meat plants, with a small catgirl (who was not quite as small compared to him anymore) gushing about how cute he looked, adn trying to help. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari sits atop the handlebars of an anti-gravity cart, directly it with her drone controller and humming a song. In the cart's basket is a variety of oddball tomato seedlings. The instructions said summer was the best time to plant tomatoes and Kari had told Katze that she would help the Maochao plant tomatoes so Alden could eat the really tasty fresh ones in a few months. The cart make a light humming sound as it approaches the place she was told to go. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' The meat garden was somewhat away from the house, but visible!. The small... thing, and Katze trying to water the plants, unaware of the visits, tho Katze esems to check the clock on the D-arc a few times. Alden gets curious of that, "What's wrong?" he asks, turning to face her, the Tsunomon arching one brow. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     The cart and its driver hum their way over to the meat farm to meet (ha ha) Katze and... "Oh, is that somebody new helping you out, Katze?" Kari says after greeting Katze. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' The new figure turns towards the noise, a look of surprise, shock, and then happiness shifting on it's face before he grins, "Hi!" he says, the voice is familiar, "It's me, Alden!" he adds, bouncing closer, "I... got kind of hurt." he says softly, while Katze takes this chance to pounce the Tsunomon and hug him, "He is so fuzzy and soft now!" 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     "Oh..." Kari says quietly. Then she hops down and hugs the Tsunomon. "You're right! He's so fluffy I could die!" The Howling says to Katze. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden tries to look upset at being besieged by the two surprisingly tall Shinkies hugging on him, but he ends up just blushing and letting out a little rumbly noise. Yes, he had short, soft fur, wrigglign into the hug, "I... thank you." he finally says, smiling, "What brings you here?" he asks. Katze looks around for a moment, still hugging, "I might have invited her here for gardenning." 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     "I brought tomato plants!" Kari beams. She hops back up onto the cart and opens up the front door/panel to show the seedlings she brought.     "All kinds of tomatoes to grow. Striped ones, purple ones, big ones, little ones, warped one, and even orange ones!" 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden smiles and hops towards teh Cart, peekign inside, "Oh, nice!, lots of tomatoes!" he says, "I only knew the red ones!" he says softly, smiling and bouncing happily. Katze jumps up to help Kari with the seedlings. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     The tomatoes were mere seedlings; small plants meant to be planted into the ground and nurtured into taller plants that would bear fruit in time. Kari's quick to point this out. "They need to grow! Which means we gotta plant them!" Kari says, beaming.     Then she taps her chin with a finger, looking around. "So where do you want to plant them?" She asks. "They're gonna need cages cuz they like to climb." 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' He nods and bounces a bit, before turning to the small meat plant plot, "Perhaps near htem?, I mean there is plenty of room!" he says happily, "IT's good ground apparently, but I am not an expert." 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari nods enthusiastically towards Alden! "Okay!" She starts hauling the seedlings from the cart over to where the digimon indicated. "Tomatoes need lots of sunlight and water. And some cages or.. trolls to climb. Trollies? Oh! Trellis. They're like wooden cyclone fences for plants to climb up on!" She tries to explain to Katze and the tsunomon. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden bounces a few times and moves closer, "I don't have those things... perhaps we can build them? or I can buy them!." he says happily, bouncing until he gets near the seedlings, "I have some tools, but I don't have hands right now." 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari ohs. "You can definitely wait a week or so, Alden!" She ummms... as she consults a guidebook via her built-in cell phone connection. She tells Katze how much space each plant is going to need and how deep the holes need to be to put the seedlings in. She looks around for the digging tools so she can help plant the tomatoes! 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden points towards the gardenning things, then realizes he has no fingers, and uses his horn to point, "There!, there are some gardenning tools." he tells her, embarassed. He moves around to try to help, dragging a few of them closer with the pair talk about the technical things. Katze makes notes of course, tail sweeping, "Sounds simple enough!" 
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4053/Ways to Upgrade a Katze

2016-04-29T19:01:27Z

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|Date of Scene=2016/04/26
|Location=Neo Arcadia-00001
|Synopsis=Upgrading Katze to interface with Alden's D-Arc.
|Cast of Characters=276, 399, 930
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{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     The lab is elevated, with a nice view. A number of things are laid out as well. Electronics and delicate soldering tools, magnifiers, robotic manipulators. Everything Zarenna and Taro need to install a tricky bit of electronics into a shinki. Good news is that Zarenna has already created something similar to what Alden and Katze are asking for; Kari's improved drone controller. Similarly, Zarenna will be installing the shinki-digivice interface into Katze's armor as well.     Zarenna looks at Katze. "We're not putting you out for this; we need you to test things to make sure we didn't wire something in wrong." She says. "Basically we're talking about robot brain surgery, Katze, so if you are still alright with that then we can proceed." 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     If they somehow overlooked a tool or component in the original setup, no doubt whatever is needed will be in the shelves behind them. While this lab is in some ways for show, serious work does get performed here. Taro has also brought in a couple of rolling work-chairs for himself and Zarenna, along with a stool that should fit Alden well enough if he'd like to sit down.      Since Zarenna is more knowledgable in shinki design and modifications, he's deferring to her expertise in this. There is always something to be learned, and practical experience is one of the better ways to do so. While she talks to Katze, he double-checks to make sure that everything needed is laid out, and the schematics called up on one of the nearby screens for wasy reference. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' For whatever reason, Alden seemed more nervous than Katze was, perhaps mostly due to the fact that Alden was slightly unsure about the 'they are machines, not alive' aspect of Shinkies!. He tried to comfort Katze, who was taking it rather well, if anything, she seemed excited to be unique, compared to other Shinki!. "I'll be ok really! I purrmise." she tries, smiling as she jumps out of Alden's arms and approaches Taro and Zarenna, "I understand!, I don't mind." she says happily. Alden nods a few times, "I wonder if in my more mechanical/robot forms I can interface with stuff like her drones." he says, mostly being idly curious than not. "Are you sure this will be ok?" he asks after a moment. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Fortunately Zarenna views shinki (and other robots) as being actual people. Which is why she's making sure Katze understands what's going on. Sure, there are certain precautions that aren't necessary with robots, but that's no reason to simply treat them as things.     "First we're going to remove your CMS and put it into an interface cradle." She shows Katze the stand-like device that is meant to hook into a shinki's CMS. "Then we're going to hook the interface cradle up to your frame so you can control it. We do this to create a buffer in case something goes wrong; that way the part that is 'you' will remain intact even if something happens to your frame. Now, shinki CMSes are pretty durable, but I like to be careful." Part of the reason she's explaining the procedure is for Alden's benefit.     "After we get everything hooked up, then we'll open up your armor to install the modifications. This will take a few hours." 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Shinki not alive? Nonsense! That they are electronic life does not make them less alive. So sayeth the CyberGoddess...but Taro will spare them all the sermon. He prefers to teach by example anyway.     Tool and component count complete, he moves over to Alden's side. He does a have a word or two for the nervous digimon, though he'll wait for a pause in Zarenna's explanations to say them. "She will be fine." No smile, but the tone is assuring. "If you'd rather stay and watch, you may, but there are chairs outside if you would rather not." 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden looks at hte devices being described rather curiously, tempted to ask either Taro or Zarenna to peek at the D-Arc, and his own code (they kidn of have to, even just to do the adapter for his d-Arc to work with the shinki, but well, he wonders on a deeper level). He nods a few times, looking more calm as he hears everything, "I understand." he says, smiling a bit before rubbing his chin, "Well, I figure I might stay, I am rather intrigued." he explains to Taro, offering him a one armed hug. "Thank you for helping me." he says, before saying the same to Zarenna, "I appreciate all this." 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Zarenna smiles and hugs Alden back with one arm. "And maybe eventually we can figure out how to let Katze interface with your more machine-like forms. Though if you're really an entirely digital life-form, Alden, then theoretically she could use the interface to modify you directly at some point. Basically like what the D-Arc does now for you."     Zarenna then turns to Katze. "So basically we'll be installing a modified version of your drone controller." She holds up an electronic gizmo with a headphone jack.     "Then we'll synch this piece here up for use with your slipway." The roboticist holds up a small card-like device with a cord attached and what looks like a headphone jack plug. "This is the part that lets you transmit to the D-Arc. You stick this card in the slot and transmit the card you need to use. We haven't quite worked out the transmission protocols yet though. That'll take awhile." 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Taro is caught by surprise, and he stiffens at the unexpected hug from Alden. But while he does look down at him, he doesn't push him away or otherwise object. "You're welcome." Then, he glances from him to Zarenna and Katze, then back to Alden...or more precisely, Alden's D-Arc. "If you don't need me yet, I could go ahead and make a better scan of the D-Arc device."     His offer to do all of this in his lab isn't completely altruistic. Today is intended to be a learning experience, but it might not be just about shinki modification... 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' The digimon rumbles at the friendly hug, offering a friendly hug in return as he nods, "I considered that... heard that... happened, during an incident back at home." he says softly. "So it sounds doable." he begins, before letting her go and focusing on Taro. He seems to consider for a few moments, looking at the D-Arc, adn thinking of what someone told him recently, how all this might just be a trick to get... something from him, but he is too trusting to really believe those things!. He hands the device to Taro, "Be careful with it." is his only reply, tail giving a flick.      Katze seems happy, even letting a soft purr as she nods and reaches to grab the device, inspecting it for a few moments, "Cool." she says with a grin, "Sounds good!, thank you." she says eagerly. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Zarenna takes a deep breath. "Alright Katze, if you're ready, summon your armor, put yourself into sleep mode, and then I'll pull your CMS out and put it in the interface. When your CMS is hooked up to the interface cradle, you'll be booted back up. You can talk through the cradle. Kari says it was weird for her when she was in it, so you might take a few moments to get adjusted." Of course, a moment is subjective for CPUs; it might mean a few milliseconds to Katze. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Taro takes the offered D-arc, cupping it in his hands. "I will." Assurance in those words.     They really do need to examine the D-Arc as part of this project, so it's not as if he's doing this under completely false pretenses. That he retains a copy of whatever he finds is completely explainable - what if something should go wrong later and the information is needed for comparison? All completely justifiable should anyone even think to ask him.     He carries the digivice over to a side bench between two of the tool cabinets and sets it down gently, then pulls open a drawer to rummage for a compatible connector cable. He's reasonably sure he has something that should fit..ah, yes, this greenone ought to work. If Alden follows him to supervise, he doesn't complain. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden has no reason to suspect Taro really, so he hands the delicate handheld thing easily, smilign warmly, "Then, go ahead!." he says softly, his attention on the 'procedure' now, looking curiously. Katze streetches and seems to take a deep breath, her battle armor, gloves and such appearing, before she lays down, "See you later, time for a catnap!" she calls out, before her eyes close and she seems to snore. She 'wakes' up quickly enough when the transfer is done, "This is odd, Hey, Alden, cna you hear this?" she asks, which gets a "Yes." from the digimon. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Zarenna says "Oh good, the connection is strong. Thanks for testing it, Katze." She then plugs in the cable from the interface cradle to the CMS port on the shinki frame, which lets Katze control it as if her CMS was still in it. Albeit cabled to the cradle. "Okay Katze, I'm going to start opening up the armor. Let me know if anything seems wrong."     With that, Zarenna carefully uses the robotic manipulators (which are far better suited to working on shinki than her huge human hands and fingers...) to undo the armor on Katze's back to access the drone controller. Once there, she carefully removes the existing drone controller. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Taro is paying some attention to the goings on behind him, or at least he makes a quiet amused sound at Katze. However, he has his own work to do and so continues with that. He gently snaps one end of the cable into the D-Arc's port, and then the other end into the port built into the bench's surface.     Assuming that his computer network can figure out all of the necessary 'handshakes' to connect with the D-Arc, a small interface box pops up on the screen likewise built into the bench's worksurface. A few swishes of fingers, a few taps, and CyberGoddess willing (not that she really has any input in this), the program he's just started will convince it to start dumping the digivice's schematics information... 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden pokes closer, watching the procedure rather curiously, his tail giving a few flicks, trying to remain quiet, while Katze lets out a, "Ok!, I will!" in reply to the question. She is rather eager to test the changes!. The D-Arc is rather standard, nothing changed from last time, seems there is data, some of it hosted in the device, and other stuff that seems to be hosted elsewhere but linked to it otherwise. The schematics are simple enough to download as it gets scanned. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     It takes Zarenna some time to disconnect the existing drone controller, then she asks Katze to run a diagnostic to make sure everything but the drone controller is still working.     Assuming nothing went wrong, she begins putting in the new drone controller, equally as careful to install it as she was to uninstall the old one. This might be fairly boring to Alden and Katze. Near the end of the procedure, Kari and Harriet enter the lab, riding a small remote-controlled cart with water, snacks, and some food. "We brought things for you to drink and eat, Master!" Kari says cheerfully. "Hi Alden! Did you want something to snack on too?" 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     The schematics are tucked away into a secure folder for later review and comparison to what he captured wth his handheld scanner the last time. Taro casts a glance behind him to check on how Zarenna and Katze are faring, but since it looks like all is well, he doesn't ask if they need his help.     Another swish and a few taps, and he sets another program to the task of attempting to copy of the data stored on the D-Arc. Hopefully some of that is the device's firmware...     He'll watch the monitor for signs of progress (or lack thereof) until it's complete or until it becomes obvious that this is a pointless exercise. Presumably this will take less time than it's taking Zarenna to install the new drone controller, in which case he'll move back over to the work table to observe in silence.     That silence is broken when Kari and Harriet come in. "How thoughtful of you two. Hello Harriet, Kari." 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Katze is happy to comply, testing the new hardware and reading the results, "Well, I am not seeing any errors, it seems the new controller is plugged properly!" she says happily. Alden is distracted by the new arrival and smiles, "Thank you, I would not mind something to eat." he tells the happy Shinkies. He does move around to check on Taro as well, "How is it going?" he asks. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari points to the cooler in the cart's basket. "Sandwiches! And croissants! Some of them are both!" And also water bottles, since Kari knows that Zarenna prefers to drink water over other things.     Zarenna finishes installing the new controller, and plugs in the false card to the jack before sticking the card into a card reader (which is hooked up to some kind of diagnostic display). "Alright Katze, see if you can make the display say 'Hello World'." Ah, the joys of diagnostics... 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Better dull diagnostics now than catastrophic failure in the field later.      "It's going well, I think," Taro answers Alden. There's a momentary pause before he ventures, "I did notice that after connecting it to to the local network, it was trying to sync up with something elsewhere..." A leading statement, one that he hopes the digimon will take up and start answering. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Katze is patient! (not that she can do much anyway) and as soon as she is given the order, tries to display the message, and a 'meow' and a cat face emoticon. Alden meanwhile seems intrigued, he truly knows little about ocmputers, despite being born inside of one, so he rubs hsi chin, "Well, maybe it might be... me?" he asks softly, "I mean, I am data, and I am connected to it somehow." he says softly. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Zarenna scratches her head at the display. "I wonder if your pun settings are interfering, Katze." Could be. Zarenna starts checking the data from the interface cradle to see. "Keep trying while I watch the data, Katze."     Meanwhile, Harriet stops Kari from putting a water bottle on the work table. "It could spill!" 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Taro's brow furrows a bit in thought. "That's entirely possible," he agrees. Then he interrupts himself to look over at the diagnostic display and make this amused observation: "That would be how a cat would greet the world, wouldn't it?"     Then, his gaze and attention shift back to Alden. "I'd simply wondered if your D-Arc was set up to 'call home' any time it's hooked up to a computer," he explains. "Not that it could reach anywhere from here, since I connected it to the closed network." 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden takes the offered snacks, a croissant and a sandwich!, hungry digimon!. He blinks when he hears about interference. Katze gets a bit nervous, "Sorry." she replies, before she tries to repeat the message again, no pun in it this time. The question from Taro gets a reply, "Ah, it might!, but not sur ehow it might work... I never examinated that, perhaps I should go home and ask..." he begins, then grumbles, "Well... if I get home, I can try to find the people that made me and ask them." 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     The sandwiches combine fresh lettuce with cuts of uncooked salmon or tuna, along with fresh tomatoes. Kari cheerfully explains to Alden that it's like a sandwich her Master ate as a kid. Only with bread instead of an unleavened flat bread.     Zarenna tweaks the software a bit after the test to help deal with the pun filter. It takes a little bit, and some repeated tests between Katze and Zarenna, but they do get there! "Eventually you'll be able to just think of the card Alden needs and transmit it, but we're not there yet." Zarenna explains as she starts tuning the card thingy to Katze's slipway. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Taro will find something else to look at while Alden is eating, such as his digivice. "Then it is a question whose answer we will have to find later." No discouragement in his voice, merely acceptance. "Even if we don't know where your exact world is, there seem to be enough similiar ones about. Perhaps answers could be found there...?"     With the same care he's shown before, he picks up the still-connected D-Arc, turning it over in his hands. "Mm. Zarenna, are you using the same frequency as what's standard for shinki drone control?" 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' The digimon looks back at Taro, "I know where my world is... do you remember what happened back at the valley, with those... things?" he asks, both to Kari, and Taro, "Those things are keeping me from going through my digital world and back to the human world, to my tamer and perhaps finding said people." he explains, "I need to get stronger and try to help push it back, until I can clear a way to the upper levels, and make my way back to the humans there." he explains. Katze seems content testing the screen, sending little messages, "I see, that sounds useful." she says, sounding cheerful at the idea. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Eventually Zarenna and Katze get the link-up working 100 percent. "Now until we get the protocols for the D-Arc and upgrade the firmware, you don't want to use this with the D-Arc." Zarenna cautions the shinki. "The card attachment should also be storable in your slipway, Katze."     Kari nods to Alden. "Yeah, they were pretty bad!"     Harriet scowls a bit at the mention of the d-reapers. "It is good that we had allies to help that day." she intones. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden smiles a bit at Harriet, "We got lucky they were just a couple, and that the sovereigns apparently blocked them... but I can't help feeling that they... allowed the reaper to reach the portal for some reason." he muses, before smiling to Zarenna, "That sounds like an amazing idea, I do hope we get it to work... perhaps we should analize the information on the cards... to see what the device reads?" he offers. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     While Zarenna continues working on the shinki half of the equation, Taro works on the D-Arc half. The D-Arc itself is still sitting on the workbench, but thanks to the schematics he downloaded, he's created a virtual model with which to tinker. Though that in turn is set aside so that he can examine the firmware...he's keeping half of an ear to the conversation, but the code is taking most of his attention. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Zarenna smiles. "That is what we would do next, Alden. I think all the time you've spent with Taro and I has started rubbing off on you." She turns to Taro. "Do you have the tools to scan the cards and how the D-Arc reacts when they're swiped?" 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden chuckles a bit, "Well, I just figured... there mnust be something in the cards!" he says softly, rubbing his chin a bit as he pets Kari, watching curiously as the procedures seem to get to the final parts. "I am glad it was a good idea." he says with a rumble, tail twitching. He holds his card box in one hand. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Taro turns from the screen that's been holding his attention. "The D-arc is still connected to the lab network, and the archivist program is still running." His gaze shifts to Alden and his box of cards for a moment, before settling on his shinki friend. "If you could connect with the network as well, Katze, in theory we could go ahead with testing the D-Arc acceptance of the card data from your scanner." 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden nods and moves closer, "I didn't know that." he says, looking back at Katze for a few moments, "That is quite handy." he says softly, before Katze agrees, "Sure, let me log in." she mumbles, "What is the password?" she asks after a moment. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Zarenna helps Katze log in, providing the password to the wifi she was given awhile ago. It's a seemingly nonsense string of numbers, letters, and symbols, but there's probably some kind of joke in binary. Zarenna certainly doesn't know. "Ready for testing!" She says cheerfully as she slides over to the cooler and grabs a sandwich and water bottle, since software and signal analysis is not her strong point. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Or the passcode may be a subtle dig at the quasi-religious nature of the work that normally goes on here. Someone likely finds it amusing, regardless.     Taro turns back to the screen at which he'd been working long enough flick through a menu or two and tap in a few instructions, then moves over to sit down in one of the chairs. "I'm going to observe from inside the network," he explains, before his eys sliphalf-closed. "All is set...if there is such a thing as a 'simple' card in your collection, I would suggest that you start with that." 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden joins with the snacking, sitting down a bit and reaching for one of his cards, he does not have much on the simple way, he thinks they all work the same!. But, he tries sliding one that involves a defense bonus, "Here we go." he says. As he slides the card, there is a burst of information from teh reader, and it sends a signal to the digimon!, he glows brightly as the effect activates. "It's working." he says softly, smiling as he lets the others work. The information seems simple, more akin to 'card number, card effect, special code that proves to be a valid card' or something similar. 
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4031/Two Shinki, A Girl, And A Digimon

2016-04-20T17:26:04Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari greets Alden and Katze at the door, and once inside the apartment the pair can see that Zarenna is packing things in boxes. There are many boxes, labeled and stacked neatly, in fact. For some reason there is a small pet carrier with a label that says "Roomba" on it (probably written by Kari).     "Hi Alden! Hi Katze! How're you doing?" Kari says cheerfully to the pair. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' The gabumon smiles and waves to the little shinki, lizard tail wagging as he reaches to pet her, "Hey Kari, doing quite well, how about you?" he asks gently, "Thank you for helping the other day." he says softly. Katze was on his shoulder, but quickly jumps down to greet the wolf shinki, kitty shinki hugging her, before wandering inside, "Kari!, nice to see you." she says happily, "What's up?" 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Zarenna looks up from the box she's packing, labeled "Kari's Things", and waves to Alden and Katze. "Excuse the mess, we're packing for a move."     Kari hugs Katze back! "Not much! We're moving to Neo Arcadia because it'll be easier for Master's work. And you're welcome Alden! I'm glad me and Harriet could help deal with the reaper thingies."     Zarenna finishes packing the box and walks over to greet Alden and Katze. "Hello again Alden. Kari says you had some things come from your world recently, and they weren't friendly. Glad to see you're alright." She looks at Katze and stoops down to offer a finger for the Maochao shinki to shake. "You must be Katze. Kari told me about you. I'm Zarenna, Kari's master. Nice to meet you." 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden grins and reaches to pick up Kari on his shoulder, while the Maochao begins to explore, curious like a cat!. "It's fine, and oh, going to live with Taro?" he asks curiously, before moving deeper into the house, making sure not to disturb anything, momentarily looking at the pet carrier, "Roomba?" he asks softly.      Katze shakes the finger happily, feline tail twitching as she smiles, "Yes, that's meow." she says, "Nice to meet you!. Alden old me you are really smart." 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari oomphs as Alden places her on his shoulder. "Roomba is the vacuum robot and my friend!"     Kari gets an exasperated look from Zarenna. "Kari, the roomba is not like Harriet and you."     "Yeah I know, it's like a dog or cat, right?" Zarenna just lets Kari win this one, because the shinki is firmly of the mindset that the roomba is most certainly alive like the tiny robots are.     Zarenna turns to Alden as Kari hops down to show Katze around. "So what brings you here today, Alden? Need some help with Katze's maintenance?" TMeanwhile, Kari shows Katze the cool stuff that she's accumulated, like seeds, gardening tools, a laser cutting torch, some interesting bottlecaps. "And this is the medal that Mrs. Henderson down the hall gave me for finding her pet hamster!" It's a silver dollar with some striped ribbon hot-glued to the back, but it clearly means a lot to Kari. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden was just feeling friendly for a moment, but allows Kari to go away to talk with Katze, chuckling at the argument about the cleaning robot, "I see, sounds cute."he says, perhaps for Kari's benefit!. Still, while the shinkies are busy, he approaches the scientist, his tail twitching. "Well, it is related to Katze at least, both a checkup and talking about upgrades?" he asks, "I cna pay for them, certainly earned a bit of money and got no use for it otherwise." he says, explaining a bit about what he hoped (to let Katze interface somewhat with the D-Arc, perhaps simulate the card slashing... without using a card, maybe just get one of the options to plug intothe data port of the D-Arc and work that way? (it did work that way on the show, at least when editing a digimon).      Katze is impressed by the collection, jumping around and reaching to admire all teh stuff, "That's so cool, I hope Alden will let me keep nice things like that." she says, motioning to the cutter. She seems especially impressed by the medal, "You are a hero!". 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Zarenna nods. "Sounds like something Taro and I would have to work on, since I'm not an expert in encryption. He would have to take a good long look at your D-Arc to figure out how to send signals to it. As for making something that Katze can transmit with, I can certainly do that. Kari has an enhanced version of her drone controller that lets her control things that have been fitted with the right equipment." She pulls out some glasses. "Did you want some water, Alden?"     Kari grins. "I'm sure you'll get medals too, Katze! And if you wanna do some gardening I'll help! I grew some peppers last summer and people said they were pretty good!" Kari is really enthusiastic about showing the stuff to her new friend. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden nods, "I feel a bit nervous about that kind of exams, but I think it is necessary... just hoping I am doing the right thing trusting others with it." he says softly, before smiling, "Yes, something like that would work fine." he says, "Certainly, some water sounds good." he says, "Thank you.".      Katze listens curiously, "Oooh, perhaps we can grow some tomato or lettuce so Alden can make burgers with his meat plants." she says happily, tail twitching, "You sound like you know a lot about gardenning!" 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Zarenna prepares a glass of ice water for Alden, some plain tap water for herself, passes Alden the glass. "It's always nice to see Kari getting along with others." She says, gesturing to Kari and Katze rummaging around in the box of Kari's stuff. "As for security, you don't need to worry. Taro and I will make sure that the data doesn't go beyond Neo Arcadia. We both feel pretty strongly about the rights of digital lifeforms, regardless of their origins. I wouldn't want my bosses in the Confederacy to have something that could be used to enslave you. Or worse. Is Katze alright with getting the modifications?" Zarenna wouldn't perform the modifications unless Katze also consented, even though she knows that shinki will generally do anything their master asks, it's the confirmation of choice that matters to her.     Kari oohs. "There's lots of tomatoes! Purple ones, striped ones, big ones, tiny ones, weird ones. We can plant a bunch of them and find out what Alden likes best!" Kari stops for a moment, thinking. "I'm not sure what kinds of lettuce there is. Icebergs?" 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden smiles and takes the glass, "Really?, I guess I am glad I ran into you both." he says, turning to see Katze pointing at seeds and nodding excitedly, "I am glad I met Katze, she is nice." he says, tail twitching slowly. "Yes, she is, she really wants to help, and if we don't do that, she will end up trying to do it the old way." he says with a chuckle, "It looks kind of cute, but also is dangerous." he replies. "I appreciate that you will take care of... the information." he finally says.      Katze blinks, "Striped tomatoes?... yeah we should get everything and make Alden taste them!" she says, rather happy now, "I don't really know... I know burgers have lettuce on them... dunno which kinds exist." 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari oohs. "There's this market with... Um...." She pauses for a moment, thinking. "Master, what are the weird tomatoes called?"     Zarenna pauses mid-sip. "They're called heirloom tomatoes."     "Yeah, that's it! We can buy a bunch and see which ones Alden likes." Uh oh, they seem to be plotting something now...     "Shinki are meant to be helpful and cheerful, and I'm glad Katze's time in the Shinki City didn't take that away from her." Zarenna says to Alden. Apparently Kari told her Master all about meeting Katze. "There's no small number that are there because their masters were... less than kind, shall we say?" 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden blinks at the question about tomatoes, before focusing back on Zarenna, "She is a sweetheart, and I am glad she is so cheerful, I was worried too." he says, "She really likes her new gear." he says with a chuckle.      Katze nods a few times, tail flicking behind her, "I like that idea! we can get lots of stuff for him to try." 
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3938/Katze Way

2016-03-24T17:10:14Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     The shinki city is hidden, and inaccessible to those over a certain size. Even Harriet is too large to access the hidden entry ways, and indeed she would get stuck. Instead Harriet is up on the surface with Alden, keeping a sharp eye out for people who might want to find the shinki city for nefarious ends.     Meanwhile, Kari is below, in the underground, canvasing the place for a shinki that might want Alden as a master. So far nobody! Maybe it's because she keeps enthusiastically describing Alden as a giant lizard? Probably. This /is/ Kari we're talking about and she often says things in the wrong way.     She approaches a Maochao. "Hi~! My name's Kari and I have a friend who wants to adopt a shinki in need. He's a cute lizard thing who can turn into a giant blue wolf! Or is it white?" Kari looks confused for a moment. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden smiles to Harriet, sitting besides her, hidding the access with his form, "Thanks for waiting with me." he tells the other shinki, lizard tail twitching behind him.      The Maochao was seemingly mid nap, and yawned loudly as Kari addressed her, stretching a bit and rubbing her eyes, kind of a feline mannerism!. She seemed to be in a rough state, not 'broken' but clearly seen better days. "Nyah..." she mumbles/yawns, before tilting her head a bit, "A lizard thing?" she asks. (will assume that the shinkies are aware of the multiverse and stuff by now.). "What kind of lizard thing?" asks, picturing several things, including a godzilla monster. She sits up and motions Kari to get closer. "I'm Katze, a purrleasure to meet you." she says, ears twitching, "Purrhaps I should meet him, he sounds fun." 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari beams at Katze. "Sure! His name is Alden and he's a digimon. He's really cool and mellow. We're gonna make home movies together!" She grabs Katze by the hand and practically drags the Maochao along to meet Alden! 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Katze was not quite expecting to be forcibly dragged around, the shinky letting out a startled noise, before trying to keep up, "Hey!, I need a mewment... I need to look nice." she says, trying to settle her hair a bit, before giggling, "I'm Ready!" 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Before long, Kari and Katze emerge from the secret entryway. "Hey Alden! Somebody wants to meet you!" She gestures to Katze. "Her name is... um... Oh! I didn't ask you your name. I'm so sorry!" She says to Katze. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden was distracted checking on his device, perhaps just killing time, facing away from the entrance, so all they see was the lizard tail, and the fur on his back. The loud greeting from Kari coaxes a squeak from the digimon, who quickly turns around to see the familiar shinki, and another one, that seems a bit worn out. "Oh, hi!" he says happily, turning around and reaching one hand towards her.      Katze tilts her head and eyes the digimon for a few moments, before reaching with small hands to grab the offered one, "Hi, I'm Katze!" she says, before looking at Kari, "You weren't kitten me, he is cool!" she says, small hands curiously brushing Alden's hand a bit, "Are you really a digimon?". Alden nods a bit, "Yes." comes the reply, "So you were hoping to find a new master?". Katze nods a few times, "Well... I think... a master would be nice... not that I can't take care of myself or anything..." 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Harriet eyes the Maochao and her rabbit's ears twitch seemingly in annoyance at the puns.     Kari says "Yeah! You can definitely take care of yourself if you've been down there for awhile, Katze. Did you have to fight any naked mole rats?" Kari asks of Katze. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Katze seems to notice the reaction from the unnaturally tall Shinki and coughs, "Sorry... I like puns and I do them a lot when nervous." she explains. Alden grins, "I don't mind them, I think they are fun." he says with a chuckle. Katze blinks a bit, "You seem purrfect for me then!" she exclaims, before turning to face Kari, "Those creepy things?, yeah, a few, hard to do it when you don't have working armor beyond asingle paw glove." 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari oohs. "Hey, my master can help fix you up! She made Harriet there and she made armor for me!" She points to Harriet, who is sitting atop her familiar just watching the proceedings. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Katze blinks, "Your master built her?" she asks, pointing to the rater tall Shinki, "Your master must be really good." she says, an odd purring noise mixing with her voice, she was about to mention getting fixed, but at least remembered Alden was the prospective master, so she turns to face the digimon. "I'll be glad to be your shinki! you seem fun." before adding, "Can we visit Kari's master?, I want to get fixed up and have my own armor, rather than loan one from that other Maochao." she says. Alden grins, "Of course, I'll make sure to get you the best things I can get." 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari hmmms! "Hey, I got some spare money."     Harriet glances at Kari, facepalming as she suspects what's coming next.     "We could go shopping and get you brand new shiny armor and accessories, Katze!" Kari finishes. To be honest, Kari does not spend a lot of money from her pay... it kind of builds up after awhile. And it'd be helping a new friend and her other friend Alden, so she doesn't mind in the least! 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden also has money, he did a few jobs, and he barely uses it!. He looks at Kari for a moment, smiling, "Wanting to shop for accessories and parts too Kari?" he says, "Good, because I might need some help." he says with a grin, reaching to pet her friend gently. Katze seems rather excited, her tail twitching around, seeming a bit stiff, perhaps due to malfunctions, but nothing too bad, "I'm going to be the best Maochao in town!" she says happily. "I hope you won't spend too much on tho." 
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3935/Spare Parts No. 2

2016-03-23T05:39:21Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     The complex belongs to the Union, of that there's no doubt. The raw materials are close enough nearby that the cost savings on transportation was very measurable. So one could call the little town of Silveride a boom-town of sorts, only with semi-conductors, metal alloys, and super-conductors as their stock in trade rather than just raw materials. It's a bit odd seeing a relatively modern town and production facility amidst the desert mountains, but stranger things have happened!     The alarms go off at one of the warehouses adjunct to the production facility, indicating somebody has broken the perimeter! 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Well -this- is irritating. Not just the noise - though the clatter of the alarm is definitely grating - but the possibility that he overlooked a sensor or tripwire somewhere during their entrance. Poor performance on his part, one that he's going to be quick to rectify if he can.     Taro grunts, more an expression of said irritation than from his landing on the inside of the fence, and looks to the purplish-blue twinkle of a cyber-elf that's shadowing him. "Sitta, see if you can shut that off."     'Sure thing, Em!' it warbles, then zips up and away to try and find the alarm's control system.     Stealth no longer being a high concern, the android priest folds his armor's wings and heads for the closest warehouse door at a flat run. 

:'''{{#var:942|Kazuko Kawakami (942)}} has posed:''' What's a high schooler in a gym uniform doing here? What's she doing with a tire dangling behind her and tied around her waist with a rope? Exercising, apparently, if her constant running is any indication. Plus, she's heard this place has good food! Any good food is worth a bit of a hike, even if it means dragging a tire through miles of uncharted territory!      Kazuko's jogging through the mountain town, moving along at a steady pace when she hears the alarms going off! She's not here unprepared, however, especially since she was caught with her pants down the last time a heist began without her weapon on her. Not that she's wearing pants today, either, but still. She's got her trusty blunt naginata strapped to her back, and the martial artist picks up the pace as she runs for the warehouse! 

:'''{{#var:903|Ebon Ribbon (903)}} has posed:'''      Close behind the priest is a good-sized dark colored pony with neon purple highlights in her mane and tail. "I was told you disabled that alarm. Who knows what sort of trouble whill show up now?" she says in a rather high-and-mighty way, as if all further bad things that might happen to them on this trip are the priest's fault. She gallops with him toward the warehouse, then looks around for a power box along the outside.      When she finds one, the dark pony lashes out with neon purple magic ribbons that extend from her horn and glow with blackness. She wraps them around the power box, and attempts to drain the energy from the power system to shut the alarm up. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham is on board this little heist for some spare superconductors. She figured Kari needed it for more Shinki-related activities, and well--they were parts, it wasn't like she was out stealing organs or something, wasn't quite the same significance. There likely were individuals that rolled around looking for organs to harvest out of people, however--those were in fact the sort of thing you wanted to watch out for. Ferham hadn't had the same problem scaling the fence that Taro did, as well, she could fly. Hopefully someday she could impress upon the importance of an armor form for the robo-priest, but for now they had an alarm to deal with.      "Any idea what set it off?" she spoke into her radio to her teammates.      Of course, somewhere in that warehouse was a rat standing near a motion detector. Also somewhere, Faruja was likely getting a bit of a twitch of his whiskers. 

:'''{{#var:964|Kushiko (964)}} has posed:''' --Sometime prior.. <"Tenno, there is a time-sensitive mission alert available. Check navigation."> It was an erstwhile glance in that direction that Valkyr gave the navigation terminal. Upgrading the Orbiter and Liset subsystems for multiversal travel had taken time, yet still more information was sought. There was only so much that could be gleaned, absorbed from the varying networks, public or otherwise, and even then, no true conclusions could be drawn. Only direct engagement would serve to facilitate understanding. --Shortly after alarm.. A cloaked ship briefly became just the opposite--the void mask momentarily melting away from the curvature of the vessel far above the facility. If one looked up at juuuust the right or wrong time, the underside of the vessel would be where a cylinder-like protrustion spun, revealing a humanoid-shaped recess and a figure. The same figure letting go of the grips and beginning it's descent, with the ship itself recloaking once more and peeling away for the time being. Valkyr's limbs are held close, before she draws herself in, somersaulting her body forward into a landing position. It should cause some kind of.. powerful impact, but she lands with a catlike grace, taloned feet easing her into a crouch upon landing on the production facility roof. Her tail flicks once. <"Engage at your discretion, Tenno. The enemy is already upon this fa> Without a word further, the frame moved towards one of the skylights. An expulsion of void energy from her hand practically disintegrated the housing as she gave a quick onceover of the interior. Her optics would be checking for and perhaps updating her own personal mapping interface in relation to the trio of Confederates--as well as the Union member. 

:'''{{#var:967|X (967)}} has posed:''' With all the commotion, it's no wonder that heroic sorts would make a dash for the warehouse! But why was someone like X in such a remote part of the Multiverse to begin with?     Why, to pick up an unusual order Dr. Cain didn't want getting lost. A box full of quality superconductor components, ripe for testing. Something about a new Reploid design!     The rest is classified.     "Oh no... now what?!" At the moment the box is staying with the wholesalers, since X burst free of the emporium and made mad tracks for the NOISY AS HECK alarm half a block away!     Unfortunately he is... pretty obvious, as responders go. Outlandish blue color, heading STRAIGHT FOR the trouble zone? Yeah he's kinda visible from a mile away.     "Is the Multiverse really THIS full of trouble? There's another incident every other day!" 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' X would find himself not alone as Kotone bremed in from her ship a bit after he arrived, she seemed to have picked up a job fgor here as well. She did arrive in time to hear his comment. "Look this is a slow week for this sector X to be perfectly honest. This has been some of the quietst I seen it in a long time, look I'm not a front up fighter but I can lend support at the least on this." She's rnning at a good clip she's also turning on her optic cameo and becomes a great dear harder to track. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     The facility's guards are trying to organize a response to the trio of attackers, but the suddeness of the alarm combined with how far Taro, Ferham, and Ebon Ribbon made it /before/ the alarm was tripped... well, it's a bit of a joke. The Fedrate Trio has about three minutes before the guards have a proper response. For now, sentries relay sightings to the security post to keep track of the intruders.     "Bravo Seven here. They're headed for Exotic Materials Storage." Exotic Materials includes things such as unstable molecules (useful for making uniforms for superhumans), low-temperature plasmas (precursor materials required for cold fusion), monomolecular filaments, and room-temperature superconductors. Point being, any one crate of exotic materials would be a valuable target for the Confederates, even though they're really after superconductors.     "Security, we have a breach in the skylight!" calls another sentry as Kushiko slams into the roof and opens a new entryway into the warehouse. A caseless rifle unleashes alloy bullets with its strange bark, peppering the area around where the now falling skylight used to be mounted.     Kotone and X are briefly stopped to find their intentions with the facility, since they are not known Union elites and the facility is being locked down. It takes a few moments before the security forces allow them in. Kazuko, however, could expedite this if she knows them! 

:'''{{#var:942|Kazuko Kawakami (942)}} has posed:''' Kazuko's not quite the smartest one, but even she can recognize that X is probably some sort of helper here! He's not attacking, for starters, and someone /that/ colorful probably wouldn't be trying to sneak in, anyway, right? Right. Catching up to the security guards at the front of the facility, she looks him over slowly with an oddly suspicious stare before turning to the guards. "Hi! I'm with the Union. There's a break-in, right?"      Another look at X, and even a bit of sniffing in the air before... "... He's okay. If anything happens, I'll beat him up myself!" Satisfied with that, the martial artist glances around once as if trying to spot something... Kotone, perhaps? Either way, she's headed straight for the facility without a second though, tire still bouncing along behind her! Or dragging on the ground, if anyone opts to take a ride. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     "If the fault is mine, then I accept responsibility," Taro acknowldeges, and while his eyes narrow a bit at Ebon's tone of voice, he leaves it at that. The mission is more important than sparring egos.     While stealth remains a low priority, he doesn't dispense with his original plan for handling the entrance to the warehouse proper. As he dashes across the parking lot, he draws out a small, sleek box that looks suspiciously like a garage door opener, which he points at one of the lorry-sized docking doors. It may take a few moment as it cycles through sequences, but hopefully that should make their entrance all the easier.     In the meantime, his cyber-elf assistant zips through the skylight - possibly flashing Kushiko on its way past - in search of a junction box or fuebox or the like that it could wreack a little havoc in. And silence that alarm, of course. 

:'''{{#var:964|Kushiko (964)}} has posed:''' <"Well, that was expected."> Kushiko might remark. The Valkyr warframe on the other hand, moves in a way not to actually /directly/ engage yet, though one of the rounds makes a *spang!* as it strikes and makes the shield enveloping the black and purple-colored Warframe's shield pulse with blue. It's when that errant shot strikes the shields that she moves. Vaulting up and over through the skylight--shards of glass dissolving into pink-purple smoke from void energy, she twists her body, coiling herself in such a way that she clings momentarily to the surface before hurtling herself forward into the hail of gunfire itself. Gunfire that as she flies through the air and towards one of the warehouse's catwalks (or something similar)--her sword, however, is drawn in response to the gunfire, fanning preternaturally towards the shots, deflecting and sometimes cleaving shots outright, miraculously in a way that while there might be superficial damage, there's none redirected at the offending fire. And once she lands, she'll make a pointed 'guard' gesture, and a cant with her head towards the more defensive position. One might call it eerie--the eyeless helmet of the feminine, yet armored figure might be intimidating. But it's a gesture as if to say: 'I'm not here for you.' 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      With X and the others a little... tied up at the moment being admitted to the facility, the mice still had a bit of time to play--so to speak. Ferham would also use the skylight entrance and flicked her electromag whip out and on, she wasn't going to force the others to do all the work for her, or anything. Any of the security devices or doors in the place would be seen to by her, if she needed to crack the entrance to where the superconductors were being stored. But then of course there would be guards for them to take care of, likely.      This does however leave her in the vicinity of X, most likely--once he's actually inside, or is he already there? Was it Schrodinger's Megaman, all of a sudden?? 

:'''{{#var:967|X (967)}} has posed:''' "Slow?! This is slow?!" Well consider X gobsmacked. The last scion of Light leaps and skids along the pavement towards the warehouse, glancing over Kotone's way. Not much he can do if she's actually here for security...     And there might not be a lot he can do here either, depending on who's behind the trouble.     Having someone Union randomly just greenlight his aid has him blinking a few times though. What just happened? "Not going to argue with that. I'm here to help! What's the situation?"     Of course, hearing there's several unknown intruders is pretty expected.     So X just does what he does in a situation like this. Barges on into the warehouse and starts hunting for the trouble! 

:'''{{#var:903|Ebon Ribbon (903)}} has posed:'''      Draining the power doesn't seem to work, so Ebon leaves the security alarm to Taro's little elf friend. "You are too slow." she says to Taro before the prissy pony steps forward. She lashes her magic ribbons about, then they suddenly thrust forward toward the door and converge on it, then the area around the door seems to warp inward and the light that should be reflecting off the door is suddenly dimmed.      There are sounds like creaking metal and arching electricity as energy is drawn into the rift in space, then the sounds stop before the rift explodes like a bomb! A visible shockwave flows outward from the explosion, but it is only actually dangerous for about a 10 ft radius. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa Deals with the guards not being dumb about thier arrival and she'll be looking to Kazuko for a moment. "I got a job posting." SHe otes but she seems ready though she has cloaked by this point before she move in who knows what's lurking in there she really has no idea. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     The hacking device beeps acknowledgement as it finds the codes for the door, the ratcheting mechanism lifting it up. HOWEVER! One can imagine that the impatience of Ebon Ribbon would be exacerbated by the slow rise of the door, and it is blown into ribbons by the dark pony's magic. There's a few movements just visible as the doorway is cleared, some sentries trying to get cover. Other sentries were clearly not so lucky and were caught by shrapnel...     The sentry stops at the Valkyr's gestures and the fact that the odd humanoid has not overtly attack him. The facility was on alert, however. Even though the sentry has stopped shooting the warframe, he has not lowered his weapon or dropped his guard. The malevolent looking being is an unknown, after all. He does get into the position indicated, but warily, not fully trusting the odd intruder.     A passing futuristic jeep offers a ride to X, Kotone, and Kazuko, since they're responding to the intrusions as well. Either way, they approach the warehouse, which is marked 'EXOTIC MATERIALS STORAGE' and looks like it has been hit with grafitti until one realizes those are all warning labels about the nature of the materials inside.     Ferham is likely to run into the same sentry that Kushinko did, and much the same response. Weapons fire by a caseless rifle that spits out three rounds so fast that the recoil hits long after the third bullet has left the barrel. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     "You are impatient." Spoken with the faintest hint of disdain, though that may be lost in all the noise and clatter. And the guards. Mustn't forget them, since they're on the other side of the now ruined door.     "You can deal with them," Taro says to Ebon, barely breaking stride as he runs, then leaps from ground to dock and inside. He draws and activates his beam sabre in one smooth motion, but aside from giving a fancy one-two slash at the air in front of him as he enters, he'll try to continue dashing past the sentries without directly attacking them. They are simply doing their jobs, and quite frankly not worth his time if they're smart enough to get out of their way.     Where -has- his 'elf gotten to, anyway? 

:'''{{#var:964|Kushiko (964)}} has posed:''' Further from the field of battle, the Lotus is watching. The flash of data, the cyber-elf is noted on her feed. Curious. Then again, given the wide dearth of possible unknowns, all possibilities must be considered for her personal Cephalon to sift through the data of later. Closer to the field of combat is a different matter. There's no overt sign of actual acknowledgement or otherwise. Something that Ferham, and perhaps to a lesser degree the sentry may note that.. whatever this power armored figured is, is nearly noiseless. Not a single sound of breathing, only a very /faint/ sense of energy wavering off it's winglike protrusions. The arrival of Ferham through the skylight entry she created results in the figure suddenly twisting about with fluid grace. Partly to get out of the way of oncoming fire, certainly. The other was to channel a scintilla of energy through her body, and as the bullets fly from the rifle, so does Valkyr; her weapon, Broken War brought close to her and then whirling about horizontally as she seemingly unfolds, whirling about with her weapon outstretched like a whirlwind incarnate. Ferham may recognize it for a feinting maneuver, yet no pretense, no hesitation exists in her body language. There's certainly a measure of synthetic material that flashes before one's eyes; beyond the decidedly unique structure of the blade of course. Alternatively, given the way she seems to arc her body up and over the firing line of the sentry, one might argue she's seeking to keep the sentry from actually earning proper wrath. 

:'''{{#var:942|Kazuko Kawakami (942)}} has posed:''' Woo! Free ride. Kazuko's got enough sense to actually take the rope and tire off while she's in the jeep, leaving it in the vehicle by the time she disembarks. "So the intruders are in... Uh. Around here, huh?" She's looking somewhat excited by then, the prospect of a fight already getting her pumped!      Sure, it's probably going to be dangerous, but what fight isn't? A martial artist is always prepared to die! Not that she wants to, of course, but still. Spotting that explosion from the bomb Ebon and Taro have detonated, it doesn't take her that much brain power to figure that they're probably responsible for the breach.      "Hey! You two! Stop right there with... WHatever it is you're doing!" She calls out while whipping that naginata around in front of her with a practiced flourish, then starts chasing after the two. Sure, they might have magic and technology on their side, but that alone isn't going to scare the girl off! 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      When the sentry begins firing the caseless ammunition at Ferham--she at once tries to shield herself with one of her wings--sliding them up and out from her back and turning--ducking and trying to find cover as well. Why was a robot afraid of such small-arms fire, one might ask, well the answer is very simple--11-14mm steel machine gun rounds can still tear through steel, this was why most of the lower-end attack robots in Fer's time period carried ballistics still.      Thus, when Kushiko appears, she's taken off-guard--Reploid? The Tennou might look well enough like one, but the lack of the face and other subtle armor design choices says otherwise. 

:'''{{#var:903|Ebon Ribbon (903)}} has posed:'''      Ebon Ribbon just fluffs her mane as Taro accuses her of impatience. "Well, we are on a tight schedule, dear." she says before Taro rushes inside. She rolls her eyes lightly as she is left to deal with the incoming Kazuko. With some of the guards firing in her direction, Ebon quickly hops out of the doorway, still outside the warehouse. They have a skinny martial artist girl incoming, so Ebon goes for the first strike.      Her five ribbons lash out, attempting to trip up Kazuko with two of them while the others try to wrap around Kazuko's arms and neck and pull her downward to aid in the tripping and try to force a faceplant. Whether any of that succeeds or not, contact with the ribbons would start draining Kazuko's energy. 

:'''{{#var:967|X (967)}} has posed:''' It's not very often that X is in the position he's in now! maybe more in the future, but this is new to him NOW. The android swiftly looks about concernedly after the signs of forced entry... and the girl who's APPARENTLY from the Union?     "You're not even wearing armor!" He blurts at her, shocked, as she goes charging off with... wait, where did she get that Naginata anyways? Was she WALKING AROUND TOWN WITH THAT?     Well... whatever, for now. He plows on ahead through the smoke and the gunk after Taro and Ebon himself!     "This has gone far enough! Are you mad?! Setting off explosives around weird materials puts the whole town in danger!" 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa is just going to keep seeking in she is cloakced for the moment, as she wonders just what's going on here she's yet to have any major trouble. She looks to X for a moment, but doesn't reply as she movs in she'd spot Taro and Ebon now and she's moving up on Taro she'll wait to see what they say to X but she expects she knows how this is going to go. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     The warehouse's interior is divided up into convenient aisles that are labeled. After all, if a warehouse wasn't organized well, how was one to know if the neutrino-generating masses were within 10m of the <REDACTED> storage? Taro should be able to find the superconductors easily. Getting through the sentries present should not be too much trouble, as there were only a handful of them actually in the warehouse. No. The real trick will be getting away with the goods. There are guards starting to swarm outside the warehouse, armed with ballistic armor and advanced combat rifles like the ones the sentries had been using.     That said, there are data stores inside the warehouse that the cyberelf manages to get access too, laying out what and where is stored, as well as warnings about what shouldn't be placed near (for various values of 'near') each other. 

:'''{{#var:942|Kazuko Kawakami (942)}} has posed:''' Don't worry, X. It's blunted! And she wasn't walking. She was running! That means it's okay... Somehow.      "Armor would just slow me down!" Sure, the intruders have all sorts of magic and technology that would undoubtedly help defend them from all manner of attacks, and all Kazuko's got is a t-shirt and bloomers, but she's not the sort to let little things like that discourage her. Not when there's bad guys to fight and ponies to...      ...Pony. Why is there a pony here? She had seen Ebon on her way over, but she could've sworn it was just a trick of the light. That momentary distraction is enough for Ebon to get the first attack in, forcing the martial artist to swing herself around nimbly and avoid getting herself caught up in those ribbons. She still feels the draining effects of them on her body, though, as they graze by her arms, drawing a light grimace from the girl while her running speed slows down considerably.      "Ggh... What's a pony ding here? Aren't ponies supposed to be happy and magical things?! And your head looks weird!" Kazuko shouts out a kiai as she launches herself right at the pony, using her speed to try and thrust the blunted blade right into her horn. It appears as if she's trying to end the encounter quickly rather than drawing it out with testing attacks and tricky strikes, apparently realizing that a protracted battle might not be her best bet here. 

:'''{{#var:964|Kushiko (964)}} has posed:''' Ballistics, crude or otherwise were still effective. After all, one of the Valkyr's weapons of choice was a light machinegun of considerable strength and capacity; her other sidearm more akin to a leveraction rifle as well. Then again, with the right modifications, one can utilize anything quite effectively. Regardless of this, the light, almost lilac shade of pink pulses steadily along the edges of Valkyr's helmet as her head cants to follow Ferham's movements as she lands, the taloned feet clacking almost noiselessly upon the flooring beneath her. The sword she wields is gripped a bit more tightly as if to evaluate Ferham. And that's when she squares herself--before unleashing a sharp, primal cry--the cry heralding the unleashing of her shield energy outward in a shockwave of paralyzing energy outwards as though to perhaps force a further pushback. Maybe even to assess the degree of robotic element that Ferham might possess. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Taro, in typical Confederate fashion, pays Kazuko's calls for him to stop no heed whatsoever and continues further in. The signs are a useful guide, and whoever organized this place will get a silent thank you. Another running leap takes him from floor to halfway up a set of open stairs leading upward toward his goal.     That second voice shouting at them has a far more notable effect than the first. He pauses, then turns to glance behind him. At his first glimpse of X, the android's eyes widen, and he stiffens. It's only a moment, but in that moment his shock is quite plain.     Then his eyes narrow, though he ackowledges, "The explosion was as unanticipated as it was unwise." He remains standing where he is for a moment longer, which gives Kotone a chance to catch up as well if she's still pursuing him. "I've no interest in pointless destruction here and now. Unless you plan to force the issue." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Lilac energy pulses. Clearly Kushiko has had some fun in the armory of her ship tweaking her frame's colors to get that rather fabulous shade, but this spells bad news for Ferham, as the Warframe was probably more than a match for even her high-performance model bod. Ferham's green eyes flick to the sound of those clawed boots hitting the floor and she tries to pull back while keeping behind cover. She raised a hand as if to motion for Kushiko to stop--even as that feral scream begins to roll out of her. A shriek is a conservative way to put this sort of noise.      Ferham's electromag whip is longer and lacking the large shock tassels of the Lecta, but it's glowing pink body would have a similar effect as she cracked it out in front of her--trying to warn or push Kush back moreso than to strike her--though if she got too close... 

:'''{{#var:903|Ebon Ribbon (903)}} has posed:'''      Ebon Ribbon seems unafraid to meet Kazuko's charge. She rears up and swings her horn, parrying Kazuko's strike with her forehooves. She doesn't want to take a hit to her lovely horn! The equine is pushed back by the impact, leaving twin furrows in the ground where her hindhooves dug in. "Hmph. Why should ponies be happy? The worlds are full of cruelty and prejudice, and predators such as myself are shunned simply because of what we must do to survive!" the dark pony retorts.      Those ribbons lash out again, this time forming a swirling barrier of negative energy as Ebon moves to block the door from both Kazuko and X. "Taro! Leave these two to me! Secure the items we came here for!" she says as she stands there, a living blockade to try and give her ally more time. As her neon purple ribbons swirl around her, they lash out every now and then, attempting to strike Kazuko or X and drain their energy as well as leave some minor damage from being whipped. 

:'''{{#var:967|X (967)}} has posed:''' What in the world is THIS?! X is momentarily distracted, glancing off to the side to see... a PONY of all things, with MAGIC RIBBONS?! ... That at least looks like a better challenge for a girl without any armor. He can just be -slightly- relieved... maybe a tad.     Because the Robot he's now facing is of completely unfamiliar make. Some Reploid-like design, but NOTHING he's seen around Arcadia. For the briefest of moments X seems just as shocked and confounded as Taro!     Then his gaze hardens some.     "Breaking into this warehouse was the first big mistake!" He contests accusingly. Although his arms are lowered, his right hand blurs with shifting energy plates, rearranging into the X-Buster configuration. But... at least he isn't raising it.     "......" A quick few scenarios run through his head. He SHOULD try and apprehend this robot... but a fight in the warehouse is NOT ideal. Who knows what might explode if mishandled?!     "Drop whatever you came for and leave with your friends and we'll leave things at that. Nobody's been hurt yet!"     Then there's this AWFUL clatter nearby from Ferham and Kushiko clashing... and Ebon Ribbon vs Kazuko...     X winces.     "Much..." He's starting to grimace rather angrily.     "Because the other option is we disarm you and turn you over to the local authorities the hard way, and everyone loses!" 

:'''{{#var:964|Kushiko (964)}} has posed:''' Meanwhile, something.. curious might be seen, if someone is paying attention; a drone--specifically a Sentinel. Codenamed Helios, the robotic drone serves one purpose, aside from occasionally using salvaged items to thoroughly smash things that draw too close. And that's to scan individuals and enemies into the Codex. For visual review, and when possible, occasionally take down combat statistics on more essential elements. Taro was one of these individuals scanned, as were any of those elves if it could get a decent bead on them. As to her colors, Kushiko has her preferences. Not that anyone knows who--or what--is behind this.. Warframe. Yet. The voidinfused 'frame makes no gesture at first. A combat stance, unmistakably, one of incredible discipline and on guard. Taking measure of her? Difficult to say. Broken War is momentarily held to one side in this steadied stance of the Crimson Dervish. It was then however that she thrust her freehand forward--launching with terrifying speed a grappling hook tethered by a cord of solid energy to, if Ferham doesn't try to get out of the way, she might find herself yanked into an upclose and personal encounter. 

:'''{{#var:942|Kazuko Kawakami (942)}} has posed:''' A pony that can actually parry a naginata. The multiverse sure is an amazing place! Not that Kazuko should really be gawking at Ebon Ribbon, though, what with the threat to her immediate safety and those of the people in the town (probably). "Because... Even if things are hard and things suck in a lot of places, you can't just be unhappy all the time!" The martial artist pushes forward with her weapon some more before drawing it back and retreating several yard when those ribbons come lashing out with that barrier.      "But who's shunning you? They're wrong for doing that, too!" She gives that naginata a twirl before charging for Ebon Ribbon once again, leaving X to deal with that unfamiliar robot. Not that any of them are really familiar at all, but...      ... Yes. Unfortunately for the martial artist, her only method of attack necessitates getting in close. That means going close to the negative energy barrier. That means trying to get around those ribbons! Even with her amazing speed and swinging the naginata at the ribbons, she's not quite fast enough to evade all of them as they lash out, getting more of her energy drained before retreating and trying again. And again. And again. And again.      Kazuko clearly isn't the strategic one here. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      That spider-man-esque grappling hook is thrown out with overwhelming force, attaching to the shoulder-pauldron of Ferham's armor and she's pulled right out of her whip-bearing stance. The cord of the whip retracts back into the handle for the time being as it was only really extended when held taut or struck. There is a look of legitimate surprise in Ferham's green eyes as she's pulled and is suddenly quite up close and personal with the Valkyr. Well this is... awkward.      Ferham reaches up and attempts to push herself away from Kushiko, while avoiding the weapons she has bared. Ferham's own black bird-clawed gloves are used in defense. 

:'''{{#var:903|Ebon Ribbon (903)}} has posed:'''      Ebon and Kazuko clash several times before Ebon realizes...she has the reach advantage! The pony smirks. "They are wrong for doing that. But, they are not going to stop. And I can see your attempts for what they are. You simply wish me to back down so you might stop my comrades. But, I do not abandon my allies."      The next time Kazuko starts to rush in, Ebon...pulls in her ribbons and sidesteps, expecting Kazuko's momentum to carry her off balance and right into a web of ribbons awaiting the martial artist. If Kazuko hits the ribbons, she would quickly find herself coccooned in their glowing, draining embrace. With all five ribbons encircling Kazuko, the energy drain would be rather severe. "Mmmm...you have so much energy." the dark pony says, licking her lips like a predator savoring the moment before a kill. "I will enjoy draining every drop from you." 

:'''{{#var:964|Kushiko (964)}} has posed:''' The tail of the Valkyr Gersemi flicks slightly as muscles cord, hidden within the armored auspices of the frame itself. Deft is her maneuvering, she's not necessarily /looking/ at Ferham which may prove eerie, though the optics on the Warframe are useful in regards to the Tenno's combat skills. And as close and awkward as it was, her own body twisting slightly as her Broken War is clipped to her back, reaching for Ferham's wrist to yank her around and over to complete that initial yank--Ferham may get her wish if the Valkyr succeeds in her attempt to reverse Ferham's effort to push her away; more specific to use the energetic momentum provided by the Rip Line's forceful yank to send Ferham flying! .. Least for now, the current weapon she was wielding is on her back one way or another. There's a sense one is being tested. A measure of precision. Based on Ferham's reaction, the fight may be over in a far different way. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa now looks down TAro for a moment as she's moving in after here. HE speaks of not wnating to cause pointless damage but she's here to stop him, she's going to make ready to move in on Tro and she'll attempt to tackle him while he'd distracted. Maybe she's getting a bit more eager than timid these day she's got a good deal of mass, but she's also expoosed that she's here with how she's moving nad Taro could walys be too fast for her. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     On that point both he and his opponent seem to be in agreement: This warehouse is no place for a battle with plasma and bolters. His brow furrows, but he offers neither neither anger nor contempt in response to X's words.     Then Ebon interrupts with words of her own, along with those powerful magical ribbons of hers. The combined effect shakes him free of whatever memories were holding him there, and his beam sabre's blade dissipates with a snap-hiss. "I'll take a third opt--"     The rest of his sentence is abruptly cut off as one hefty mass of cyborg charges him with the poise and effectiveness of a American football lineman. There's a clang as he barks the back of his head on the metal step. Then, with a grunt that's more annoyance than effort, he moves to bring both of his feet in and under her in an attempt to kick her off.     Provided he can wrest himself free of Kotone, he'll vanish in a flash of a (obvious to X at least) teleport. 

:'''{{#var:942|Kazuko Kawakami (942)}} has posed:''' "Well... They should! But just because they're doing wrong stuff doesn't make it any better for you to be stealing this..."      What /are/ they trying to steal, anyway? Even Kazuko's not sure! But stealing is bad, so that makes this dark pony bad, right? But if she's only... Kazuko shakes her head to get her mind back on track, focusing on the only thing that matters right now: Fighting her opponent with everything she's got! Although she does realize that Ebon Ribbon does indeed have that range advantage, what can she actually do to get around it?      Get in even closer, perhaps? If she can just break through that defense, she might be able to get some real hits in! Unfortunately, that seems to have been the pony's plan all along, and the martial artist gets baited in rather easily. Possibly, even moreso than she would have if she wasn't so fast or aggressive. She screams out in pain before finding her energy leaving her rather quickly, draining even faster as she tries to struggle her way out with brute force.      It's not going very well. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      The almsot feature-less face of the Valkyr Warframe is a bit unnerving, to be fair--Fer wasn't used to this style of robotics, at all--her body trying to twist and pull away from the other fighter as she's seemingly tossed. Well, more like sent flying, a state that Ferham isn't exactly new to, though as she's sent head-first and thoroughly off-guard into a wall, well, one can say she's not expecting that!      "Oof... you're pretty strong, for your design," Ferham picked herself up and focused her gaze on the Valkyr before firing a surge of ice at her--which rippled across the floor as she raised her arms, and would try to socket the frame's legs to the ground! 

:'''{{#var:967|X (967)}} has posed:''' When the Beam saber's disengaged, flecks of relief show on X's face. NOT having to fight? AWESOME. "Third optio--" CLAAAAANG!     Welp. There goes Kotone. Shocked by this development, X hesitates for just a BIT too long before diving towards the tumbling mess. And just as he's about to reach them... FWOOOOIP!     Off goes Taro!     Leaving X wide-eyed.     All he can do is make a nonsensical balking noise in protest at this development. Then... "He could have sliced you in half!" The Reploid template exclaims Kotone's way. WHY does she keep putting herself in harm's way when he's trying to put himself on the front lines first...?     He doesn't get it.     "No helping that. He teleported out. The others need our help!"     So he goes charging out of this room and over elsewheres. This does have him barreling towards Ferham and Kushiko's clash... 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     he security forces don't /dare/ actually start shooting into the warehouse for fear of causing some kind of cataclysm. Fortunately, the people who built the base have thought of such contingencies. They're not usually enacted because it's much easier to access the materials without them on. The vehicles and men of the security forces are waiting outside in a semi-circle, for something to happen.     Flashing warning lights flicker on as 'containment protocol gamma' is enacted. Demonic red and yellow lights flicker alternately with each other, washing the entire warehouse in strange light patterns. It might be hard to see what is going on now, but the clattering of shutters is heard as the shelves and units are sealed up to prevent easy access or stray shots from damaging their contents.     "Cleared to go." comes over their radios. The better equipped security forces begin moving cautiously towards the warehouse now, not entirely certain of what they face within now. 

:'''{{#var:964|Kushiko (964)}} has posed:''' Ice, and for what it's worth, tended to suck. True vacuum was something that the Warframe itself couldn't quite deal with on it's own. She attempts to roll to the side out of the way--it avoids the worser part oof being completely locking her down to the ground but still coats her in a sheen of ice up to her hips. Flakes of ice seeming to interact with the shielding for a few moments, a slight *pop* sound as they begin to resurge, albeit more slowly. Whatever shields she has are token at best. But despite the slowing effect the ice may have, Valkyr betrays no sign of distress over it. Armoring, perhaps? It would have to be SUPER dense and efficient given the figure she cut. Her tail flicks back and forth slightly, energy cutting the shape of a long-looking heavy pistol, firing off a quick pair of shots at Ferham--corrosive, explosive ammunition upon contact that could cause one hell of a knockdown. It might resemble a long pistol, but it's closer to a shortened lever action rifle--that's more easily carryable (and in this case, able to be wielded with one hand) and packing incredible power. So much that even with whatever strength she wields, the gun goes back a good 45 degrees before she fires another shot, the recoil is that intense. Because after those shots, she backflips towards a point, launching herself into the air and towards the nearest wall, in order to momentarily cling to it, with her Vaykor Marelok trained at Ferham in anticpation of the next possible maneuver. 

:'''{{#var:903|Ebon Ribbon (903)}} has posed:'''      "How have we -not- secured the supplies?" Ebon exclaims as she holds Kazuko in her ribbons. She was expecting Taro to have it by now. He is the one that rushed inside after calling -her- impatient! She steps inside the warehouse as the alarms go off again. And then, the items are all encased in what looks like very sturdy shielding. The dark pony sighs in exasperation, then talks into her radio. "This was supposed to be a quick smash and grab." she grumbles as she starts down one of the aisles, dragging Kazuko with her.      The energy ribbons are quite sturdy. They are not indistructible by any means, but have all the strength of silk cloth. And with several streamers wrapped around Kazuko, she will have a difficult time stretching or breaking them by sheer force. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      The Valkyr would likely feel the chill and the danger it represented, especially to a Tennou's cyborg body and living tissue--though she seems to have avoided the brunt of the freezing stream that had tried to seal her to the floor.      "You're pretty fast, I don't think I can keep up with you," Ferham's tone was a bit teasing, as if she was making light of this. This time however when the rifle is aimed at her, Ferham is steady on her heels and vaults into the air--her wings flaring out as she lifts into the air--the blast of corrosive shiz exploding beneath her. The second shot causes her some legitimate alarm, however--her green eyes widening before she attempts to veer to the side to avoid that second shell--she seems like she's quite alarmed, at this stage!      "Argh, damnit, I hope Taro has gotten clear," she flicks her whip a few times back down at Kushiko, before trying to hover closer to the skylight she'd come through, apparently trying to bail. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa maybe should have thought things out clearer, As she tackld Taro. She did get a good hit in on him but it's not playing out as she hoped. She struggles with Taro for a moment but he's too much for her to hang on to as he gets lose of her grip and she nearly gets even worse for it. She could have got cleaved but she didn't she mutters looks to X. "I had to do something." With that she's going to move out to try and go help out where she can as well, as she cloaks again and moves to go help Kazuko. 

:'''{{#var:942|Kazuko Kawakami (942)}} has posed:''' For all of Kazuko's struggling, she's not really making much, if any progress on freeing herself from those bindings at all. Most of her energy has already been sapped, and it's hard enough for the girl to stay conscious. It takes a while for her to even register that Ebon is pulling her along!      "You won't... Get away with this..." She murmurs weakly, trying to wriggle her way out and even biting one of those streamers for lack of anything else to attempt. Her hands certainly aren't going to do it, but maybe tearing...? Or at least a light chewing. At the very least, she's certainly providing quite a bit of energy for the pony to draw from. 

:'''{{#var:964|Kushiko (964)}} has posed:''' It might be odd, for some. No answer comes from the frame. No sound, at least at first.. the ice was a terrible bother. Things that slowed one down--the organic component to the frame, was typically not a very good thing at all. Slowed reaction times and the like could mean the difference between life and death.      <Let her go. But let's make ourselves known.> That voice was only for one. Unheard by any other, Valkyr responds to the whip itself by launching herself away from the wall itself, /rolling/ midair before landing back into a safer spot. And then.. then she howled. It was a feminine voice. A voice that raged against an ancestral wound in primacy--even those who are not of flesh and blood could /feel it/ across the warehouse itself. Hysteria. Energy wreathed her, a convocation of lilac-pink energy sparks and trails that radiated from her form--her forearms bore four sets of three energy spines each, floating just above the limbs from in angled placements parallel to one another. Solid energy extended from each of, and through her fingertips as she hunched over from her cry. Then.. then she rose. Rose and flexed those savage, feral claws at Ferham, first and foremost.                  FLEE NOW. Unvoiced was the sentiment; no, this was /felt/. It wasn't one of confidence, so much as it was hunger. She had recognized that Ferham did not desire further combat. There was no honor in continuing it further. She was beginning to turn her attention towards Ebon at this point, but not until Ferham departed. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham was trying to hightail it, more or less, she didn't want to get incapacitated by getting shot with one of those exploding, corrosive laced shells. She rose through the skylight, kicking her gravitic flight engine into high-ear as she kept on building speed--trying to clear the building's exit and get herself out of there. She'd have to inquire about Taro later. And her other comrades. Grr, she felt like a sap for having to run like this, but she'd rather flee now than go back in there with that enraged Valkyr. Time to make like a ham and leave! 

:'''{{#var:903|Ebon Ribbon (903)}} has posed:'''      Ebon Ribbon smirks lightly as Kazuko continues to struggle. "Little human, I always get away." she says as she keeps Kazuko tied up. Kazuko's struggles continue to prove ineffective against the ribbons, even the biting earns only a slight shimmer through the ribbon. If only Kazuko had a sharp weapon...      But, as Ferham makes a run for it and Taro is apparently downed by X and Kotone, Ebon finds herself alone with security forces closing in on her and at least three elites to deal with. She hmms, then turns to look at Kazuko. "Apologies, little human, but I am afraid I must do something distasteful."      Ebon moves to the center of the warehouse, beneath the skylight, with Kazuko held in front of her like a shield. "Attention all of you defenders and do-gooders! It is unfortunate that it has come to this, but I must insist that you give me a crate of those superconductors in exchange for the return of this cute little human girl. If you comply, she will be returned exhausted but unharmed. If you do not...I may have to permanently harm her. This offer is time sensitive, as my powers are not exactly controllable. Once she is out of energy, there is nothing I can do." 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     By this time the security forces have made their way into the warehouse and are clearing the thing aisle by aisle. This is evident from the radio chatter that's audible through the warehouse. They finally come across Kazuko and Ebon, and the hostage situation. There's a moment as the security forces wait for command's answer.     "Let the school girl go and you won't be harmed." That seems to be the extent to which they're willing to negotiate at this point. The erstwhile negotiator continues. "You'll be allowed to leave. You will not be followed. If you keep hurting the girl, then we'll shoot." 

:'''{{#var:964|Kushiko (964)}} has posed:''' Uncontrollable powers. Sounds.. familiar. Feels familiar. Yet as willing as Valkyr was about to leave, allowing that delicious feeling of rage and anger to flood her sense of being, Ebon had to make that declaration. A shame one of the other Warframes wasn't here, was a thought. But it was a thought that was quickly banished due to the nature of a hostage. It pleased her, in an odd way, that the UniSec were unwilling to negotiate beyond de-escalation. But the nature of the hostage also displeased her, severely. So much so that instead of staying where she was.. she moved. A silent kind of vault over as she simply /bolted/ downwards. And what happened next was.. possibly terrifying for those not expecting something so quiet, so silent to descend from above via one of the elevated walkways. Those claws came down in a flurry of strikes, energy being bled and streaking in a wild pattern. Though, if one is unlucky enough--or lucky--one might simply glance up to see the featureless head of Valkyr, energy wreathing off of her, or felt, enough to get away before she shreds it. Either way, the visage of the Warframe may well be quite intimidating! 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa is cloacked but does not assume she's not been noticed is now not sure what she cna do here for situation with Ebon Ribbon and Kazuko, she curses her self as she attempts to move in and gets an idea, she'll make to act after the hostage is handled. 

:'''{{#var:903|Ebon Ribbon (903)}} has posed:'''      Ebon Ribbon lets out an annoyed groan as the security forces declare what she basically expected. She glares at the gathered officers. "Well...I have little choice, then. I am not a killer by nature, and there is no reason to take this young girl's life." she says. She starts extending a ribbon upward. "But, I will keep her until I am-"      Then, Valkyr strikes. Ebon knew that the strange mechanical thing was there, but with her attention on the troops she didn't realize the Valkyr had descended until it was far too late. Ebon is suddenly caught in a storm of slashing energy claws and frightening visages. Ebon considers herself an apex predator, and has little fear when it comes to facing things. But, the burning gaze of the armored person actually gets to her. The unicorn cries out in fright before her features harden into hatred. As she reels herself upward with her ribbon, she lashes out with newly formed ribbons. They aren't serious attacks, just the last attacks of a startled predator making a run for it.      Once on the roof, Ebon Ribbon makes a break for it and leaps from the roof over the fence and gallops at full speed to get away. She doesn't look back, since if she is being pursued looking back will just slow her down. 

:'''{{#var:942|Kazuko Kawakami (942)}} has posed:''' Kazuko lets out a pained groan as she's freed from her binding, laying there for several moments while regaining her bearings. Groaning as she finally musters up enough strength to push herself up off the ground, the martial artist looks rather dejected. Not only did she get used as a hostage, actively contribute to nearly botching up the defense, but she even got beaten by a magical pony... Unicorn... Person!      That's definitely not going to give her some issues to work out. Not until she gets her rematch with Ebon sometime, anyway. Kazuko keeps her gaze focused on the ground before managing a forced smile at Kushiko, Kotone, and X. "Eheh... Sorry, everyone. I kinda... Screwed that up bad, huh?"      At least her clothes seem to be intact. She didn't even take much clothing damage during the fight! 

:'''{{#var:964|Kushiko (964)}} has posed:''' In the immediate aftermath, that eyeless helmet is seemingly focused on Ebon as much as she might be tearing those ribbons apart. As if to drive home that, in a very predatorial fashion, she is watching. Some.. /thing/ is watching. It's a flash of an instance that whatever this thing is, it's grossly unlike anything that's been in the 'verse. But that moment passes as soon as it arrives. But her attention changes; for a few moments, Valkyr simply extends their hand. A cloudy mist spills forth from that hand towards the fallen Kazuko. Void energy; in this case it's far more palatable to Elite life. Revivification in a sense. It'll feel /really weird/ but it'll at least be a temporary boost until she has time to properly rest and such. Stabilization. Though after she's produced that energy, that greenish tint coloring it not withstanding, she ceases channeling that delicious furor of Hysteria, energy claws fading within an instant as she no longer is nearly as hunched over as she was. As to whether or not she screwed up, Valkyr, as before, says nothing. A ship arrives; the Liset landing craft approaching the side of the warehouse's roof as she fires a grapping hook and hurtles out the way she came; through the skylight and heads back to her stepping into the recess before it folds her back into the ship to depart the scene once more. ...well, that was a thing, wasn't it? 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa Shrugs at X for a moment "Things happen. Don't let your self we're alive right?" She tilts her head a little bit and she looks to KAzuko to try and lend her a hand. Your alive and didn't end up badly injured you did better than me a long time ago, trust me on that." 

:'''{{#var:942|Kazuko Kawakami (942)}} has posed:''' Kazuko withdraws just a bit when she notices Valkyr reaching towards her, although she relaxes once she realizes the Tenno doesn't have any hostile intent in that motion. She even blinks in confusion at that rejuvenating Void energy, although it's clear from Kazuko's frown that she's still feeling somewhat conflicted about being shown even that amount of kindness. "Eh? Uh... Thanks, miss. You're..."      And then Valkyr takes off with a grappling hook. The martial artist stares at that rather strange exit before turning to Kotone, even managing a light chuckle. "Really? That's... That's good to hear, then. I'll do better next time, then!"      She almost sounds convinced of that herself, even! Almost.      As Kazuko starts heading towards the exit herself, she notices some curious shifting in her clothes. Or around it, rather, as strands of the gym uniform start coming off in ribbon-like strands, leaving only strategic scraps of clothing around to keep the girl even barely modest. Curiously enough, they might even match the shape of the cuts that a certain Valkyr had made earlier... Not that she had anything to do with it, right? Right.      There's a long pause as Kazuko's brain registers what just happened, then some panicked screaming as she BOLTS right out of that facility. Reports may come in later about a brunette streaking through the entire town, but surely that's got nothing to do with her!      This day really couldn't get any worse, could it? 
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3921/Spare Parts No. 1

2016-03-18T02:41:23Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     The hovervan is fairly unremarkable, being the dark chocolate color of a multiversal delivery service, with golden yellow trim and logo. However, what it is doing is totally remarkable. Which is weaving in and out of the aerial traffic lanes of Techno Urbania like its tailpipe is on fire. The drivers are radio for police and assistance, saying that there is a woman on a jetbike chasing them and shooting at them!     Meanwhile, the jetbike's engine ROARS above the much quieter sound of hover cars and smaller aerial vehicles, and is clearly a product of a Confederate Armed Forces military equipment manufacturer, with large saddlebags from which two smaller feminine figures are shooting lasers at the delivery truck. 

:'''{{#var:368|Tesla Armadia (368)}} has posed:'''     And if that isn't weird enough even by Techno Urbania's standards, just get a load of the driver of said jetbike. For one it has way too many arms to be human, even if the 'core' of the figure was a bipedal mechanical construct. She's got two 'normal' arms steering the jetbike, and two smaller ones resting against what would be the shoulders holding what appear to be guns. Though she's not shooting with them at the moment. There's also two larger mechanical forms folded up at her sides. If one looks really close they might notice that 'she' doesn't have a normal head, either. Because that's where the shinki sized cockpit is with another toy sized female figure sitting in.     .. So it's a jetbike being driven by a robot, being driven by a tinier robot. There's some sort of joke about layers in there. 

:'''{{#var:942|Kazuko Kawakami (942)}} has posed:''' Despite losing her title earlier in the week, Kazuko's still been hard at work making sure she's in peak physical condition! Today has been no different, and she's just been jogging along Techno Urbania with her trusty running tire tied to her waist. No missions on her plate, no fights lined up... All in all, a nice stress-free evening.      At least until she hears the sound of... Lasers? Those are lasers in the distance! And they're getting... Closer? Her body reacts before her brain does as she sees that delivery van coming straight for her, and she vaults right on top of the vehicle with a strained grunt! That shouldn't have been so hard, but the tire is still attached and waving in the air while she climbs onto the roof of the van to peer at its small... Or slightly bigger pursuers.      "H... Hey! What're you doing?! Cut that out!" Big words, coming from a high-schooler in a gym uniform latching onto a van's roof for dear life with a tire swinging in the wind. 

:'''{{#var:528|Bahamut (528)}} has posed:'''      As the chase goes on below, a dark form appears in the sky. It closes in, growing larger and larger, like some gigantic bird-of-prey. Until finally it is close enough for those below to see that it is the grey dragon known as Bahamut. He just happened to be nearby when the call for help went out.      Now, he is flying above the street, following the chase closely. He lets out a warning roar easily loud enough for both pursuee and pursuer to hear, then moves in closer. "Whoever you are, stop this at once or be prepared to face the power and might of Bahamut!" 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari, being one of the two figures in the saddlebags, points upwards towards Bahamut, shouting over the Confederate radio frequencies about a dragon. The tiny figure's large shoulders open up to reveal micro-grenade launchers, and a barrage of smoke grenades are launched out at Bahamut, attempting to obscure the dragon's sight lines. This is far more difficult than Kari expects since her master had built the Dire Wolf armor with more... human sized targets in mind. Not great wyrms.     Meanwhile, the other saddlebag holds the much taller robo-rabbit sister of Kari's; Harriet. The ears of her fully enclosed helm are twitching as she reads the environment. The rapid fire assault laser on her shoulder moves in synch with the sensor ears, tracking the hovervan as short sizzling bolts of coherent light attempt to disable the hovervan's motive systems. The appearance of the girl on top is a bit surprising to Harriet, causing an interruption of the laser barrage as she re-assesses the situation. Probably shouldn't shoot the tire off, that seems to be weighing the girl down and she's at least as agile as Harriet if she can jump onto a moving hovervan like that. Hmmm... Harriet takes aim at the latches on the hovervan's rear cargo door and fires, trying to get enough lucky shots to break open the door. This is very difficult though, what with the wild motion of the jetbike and hovervan to account for. So really it looks like a random shooting of lasers instead of any kind of coherent attack strategy. 

:'''{{#var:368|Tesla Armadia (368)}} has posed:''' To be frank the whole 'random schoolgirl' appearance is pretty much dismissed by the fact that she jumped -onto a high speed vehicle-.     And then there's dragons. Saiga has to lean back a little in the cockpit of her human-sized robot suit to look up. "Why the hell are there dragons in Techno Urbania?.. Oh, whatever!" Saiga cranks the throttle to full to keep the jetbike on the delivery hovervan's tail.     As the bike moves closer the constructs at her sides unfold into a rather large pair of mechanical manipulator arms. "I think we're going to have to do this the quick and messy way instead, girls." Saiga tries to veer closer to the van and just grab the doors with the hefty manipulators, just in case Harriet can't get a clean shot on the lock at this rate. 

:'''{{#var:942|Kazuko Kawakami (942)}} has posed:''' That's a dragon. A dragon that is yelling at them. Or her. Kazuko's not sure which, but the mere sight of Bahamut is definitely enough to get her to shrink back against the roof of the hovervan quite a bit. At least.. Until she realizes that he's on her side. After that, she's feeling a little better about the whole situation!      Until the lasers start flying again, anyway. She yelps in surprise as a few whiz by her, pulling on the rope keeping the tire attached to her and pulling the tire over as if it was some sort of life-line. "We warned you!" She shouts as if she's preparing to not just be hiding on top of that van, then...      Starts spinning the tire by the rope. It's slow-going at first, but the tire's starting to build up speed as it keeps swinging above her. Is she planning on using that like a chain-sickle or something?! 

:'''{{#var:528|Bahamut (528)}} has posed:'''      Yes, that is a dragon. And he growls as the lasers open fire again. He makes a gesture with one clawed hand, and a magical light barrier appears at the back of the van, attatched to the back doors. It isn't an indestructible barrier by any means, but it should deflect those lasers. And, as an added bonus, the lasers that hit the van are Reflected back at the source.      "And you did not listen." Bahamut growls after Kazuko speaks up. He dives down and brings one of those big clawed hands in to slash at the pilot of the hoverbike, attempting to unseat or outright destroy the robotic rider. Of course, with how the two vehicles are swerving about, it will be hard to land an slash like that. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Harriet can't get a bead on the locks and latches of the cargo door despite her best efforts. To be fair, Harriet has not been in many combat situations compared to Kari. She points out the barrier of light to Saiga with a yelp!     Kari holds on for dear life as Saiga swerves and jinks to avoid the angry dragon. Her own weaponry changes since the smoke grenades don't seem to do much, laser turret things popping out from her shoulders to shoot sizzling beams at the dragon. She yells about not wanting to be eaten.     For the moment, the shinki sisters are ignoring Kazuko, more distracted by what seems like an impending crash and a giant angry dragon than martial artist atop a swerving and diving hovervan. 

:'''{{#var:368|Tesla Armadia (368)}} has posed:'''     The hovervan tries to juke away at the last moment, but Saiga still manages to clamp onto it's back bumper with one power arm and keep in position behind it, although the jetbike keeps veering from side to side from all the motion. And then dragon. Especially when the dragon comes after -her-. Saiga leans back all the way in her cockpit as big dragon claws swipe down the front of the robotic frame. "Hey I've got enough problems to deal with here!"     She swings the arm not holding onto the truck up at Bahamut in return, trying to knock him away again. "Go away, you overgrown salamander!" 

:'''{{#var:942|Kazuko Kawakami (942)}} has posed:''' Kazuko's feeling just a little outmatched when she spots Bahamut swooping in to swipe at the assailants, although she's not going to let that stop her from trying to help out! That tire keeps swinging overhead as she ducks down on the roof of the van again, having quite a bit of trouble maintaining her footing when the hovervan jerks sideways suddenly. The martial artist is even forced to keep that tire swinging with only one arm while holding onto the roof with the other!      "Th-that's it... Okay! Kawakami Kazuko original technique: Ishitsubute!" And with that, she gets back onto one knee before lashing out with the makeshift morning star, swinging her tire out in a wide arc at the front of the jetbike! 

:'''{{#var:528|Bahamut (528)}} has posed:'''      The smokescreen totally worked! The dragon missed, after all. But, at high speeds and beneath the flapping of wings a smokescreen is only effective for a few moments. Of course, the dragon actually hitting them at all with a slash is pretty unlikely. A bike is fast and agile. Bahamut is only fast. Shifting all that metallic bulk around isn't easy, so quick back and forth movements are beyond him.      That doesn't keep him from trying, though! As those laser shots impact him and leave craters in his metallic hide, Bahamut keeps swooping in at Saiga and slashing. "I will if you will!" he says, words punctuated by grunts from being shot. After getting smacked by Saiga's robot suit, Bahamut goes spiraling away for a moment before he regains his balance and keeps after the bike.      Seeing that his slashing and diving are getting him nowhere, Bahamut tries something else. He makes another gesture, then points at the bike. The air suddenly feels charged around it before fingers of electricity appear around it. And in the next instant, a roughly 3 meter area around the bike explodes in a ball of lightning. The orb of energy lasts only a few moments, but those few moments would be very uncomfortable. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     The electrical explosion causes the jetbike's engine and contra-grav to sputter and whine, and forces a system reboot for Kari and Harriet as their armors are knocked offline. Fortunately for them, they're in the saddlebags and largely protected from falling out.     There's a surprised yelp from inside the hovervan as the drivers watch their control systems go slightly haywire. Sparks fly as the hovervan rear up and takes off into the air, battering itself against traffic that isn't quite able to swerve out of the way fast enough. Both drivers curse to express their surprise, one of them yanking uselessly at the controls as the vehicle begins ascending among the spires of Techno Urbania. 

:'''{{#var:368|Tesla Armadia (368)}} has posed:''' Good thing Saiga's robo-suit is insulated! Which keeps her from going completely blue screen like her companions. Unfortunately, the jetbike isn't so lucky. Or maybe it's because it's magic lightning. Either way, the digital gauges all flicker on and off as the current screws with the bike's systems, which ellicits a cuss out of Saiga as well.     About the only reason they don't lose the van entirely is because one of Saiga's large arms is still holding onto the back of the van. And she's not letting go! Which would of been the easiest way to dodge the tire being swung around. But we're not doing that, so said tire whams against the front of the already sputtering jetbike, causing it to swing around even more due to it's own propulsion system still sputtering on and off. "Hold on girls!" Even though they can't actually hear her at the moment. Oh well. Saiga manages to get her other arm grabbing onto the van's bumper to try and keep from swinging around so much. And to keep up until the bike reboots. So she finally puts those blasters in the upper arms of her robo-suit to use, popping a couple of shots at the crazy kid atop the van with the tire with one, and turning the other to shoot more lasers at the dragon! "You girls are real lucky I'm use to multiple arms, betcha no other shinki could pull this multitasking off!" 

:'''{{#var:942|Kazuko Kawakami (942)}} has posed:''' Kazuko oohs quietly at that display of magical lightning, although she can't enjoy the view for very long. She yelps as she feels the hoverban going even higher, holding onto the roof of the vehicle with both hands now as her tire dangles free once more. She's holding on for dear life and screeching each time the vehicle bangs into another, focusing all of her efforts on not getting thrown off the thing.      Of course, with all that focus on trying not to get thrown off the hovervan, it's not really all that practical for her to try and avoid Saiga's shots at the same time. Even with her swinging from arm to arm to try and make herself a harder target, Kazuko still yelps painfully as several of the shots hit their mark. One of them strikes her square on the shoulder, and she can feel her grip on the hovervan slipping with only good arm!      Well. Shit. She claws at the roof as she feels herself slipping further back, then just outright starts flailing her arm (and possibly the tire inadvertently) to try and catch onto something as she tumbles right off the top of the van! 

:'''{{#var:528|Bahamut (528)}} has posed:'''      Bahamut watches for a moment as the hovervan go out of control, then chuckles at himself. "I shall have to practice controlling the spread of that attack." he says before he follows it upward. With Saiga hanging on to the van, she makes a tempting target. After all, she either has to hang on...or take a hit from his huge claws!      Well, that is until Kazuko comes tumbling off the top of the van! Bahamut blinks, then quickly spirals down to catch Kazuko. He has to break away from the van, but he figures saving a cute girl is worth having to catch up with the badguys. He grins as his powerful arms wrap around Kazuko, and as quickly as she was falling she finds herself moving upward again. "Hang on, lady warrior. We will not allow those fiends to escape!" he bellows as he flaps his powerful wings, rocketing back up toward the hover vehicles.      It isn't a lot of time, but the dive and the following ascent by the dragon give the shinki a few free moments. They better move fast! 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     The hovervan continues to barrel its way skyward, finally above the layers of traffic that define the sunless streets of the spire-filled urbania. The red and golds of the sunset glint off the windshield of the vehicle, illuminating it as a strange point of light amidst the super skyscrapers. Hanging from it is Saiga with a Confederate jetbike. And honestly it is a beautiful sight to behold, the entirety of Urbania silhouetted against the sunset spread out before the three shinki.     Then reality comes crashing back in as the bumper creaks and groans, breaking slowly away from the hovervan it is attached to. With a screech of dying metal and a lurch, it comes loose, putting Saiga, Kari, and Harriet into freefall with a dead jetbike.     "WE'RE GONNA CRASH!" screams Kari as they begin plummeting groundward. Harriet thinks quickly and thumps the jetbike's engine with her tiny fists trying to get it to restart. Realistically, the only person who can restart the bike is Saiga, however. 

:'''{{#var:368|Tesla Armadia (368)}} has posed:''' *screeeaaak* Saiga's little eyes widen at the all too familiar sound of metal being stressed upon it's limits dragging them around. "Oh crap crapcrapcrap!" Sure enough the bumper breaks loose, and the stalled jetbike tumbles away, and starts to fall back towards the streets waaaaaay down below. "Maybe we should of stuck to the plan of sneaking into the truck before it left!" The van and it's cargo is a lost cause at this point. More important to save themselves. Thankfully 'worse case scenerio for villainous plot failure' is something both Tesla and Stratos insist she keeps in mind. "Get back in the bags!" Saiga retors as she grabs Harriet and stuffs her back in with Kari, shuts the saddlebag, and pulls it off the bike. And then jumps off! Then punchs the powerful large arms into the side of one of the many towers of Techno Urbania, digging into wall and emitting more horrible screeching sounds as she drags robotic claws and feet down the surface to keep from falling too quickly down the building. 

:'''{{#var:942|Kazuko Kawakami (942)}} has posed:''' Is this how she's going to die? Falling off a flying van and becoming an unidentifiable smear on the pavement? Kazuko's not quite ready for that, though, and her faliling becomes even more drastic! Surely she'll catch onto something, right?      More specifically, something catches her! Her savior of the day just so happens to be that dragon dude that's been doing most of the work here so far! She blinks slowly at first, not knowing quite how to actually react to Bahamut at first, although she does eventually break into a broad grin once the threat of falling is negated.      "Right! Let's take 'em down!" She certainly sound confident, at least, even though she's not in much of a position to do anything just yet. She has that tire, sure, but how's she supposed to swing it around while she's behind held like that? Maybe what she needs to do... Is get on Bahamut's back!      With a bit of effort, she does just that, and the shinki (along with anyone paying attention to the sky above) would be able to see that there is now a girl in bloomers riding a dragon while twirling a tire over her head like some sort of weird lasso. She's still focusing on building up speed and power in the tire for now, though, especially with Saiga sliding down the building. It'd be dishonorable to attack her from behind, after all, and collateral damage comes out of her allowance! 

:'''{{#var:528|Bahamut (528)}} has posed:'''      The bumper breaks away, the jet bike is falling toward them, and the badguys are now sliding down a building. So, what does Bahamut do? He does a barrel roll! Spiraling through the air, he avoids the falling debris, then grunts. "Great." He looks up to make sure the van is still going, then he banks quickly and dives down again. He swoops in like a falcon to catch that falling bike, letting out a growl with the effort of holding onto it and taking it with him.      He sees Kazuko climbing about him, much as he expected she would given her dexterity, then grins. Perfect. As she winds up, he takes off after the Grapprap. "You dropped something!" he roars out as he soars in toward them, then...throws the useless bike at Saiga and her tiny passengers. The proximity should give Kazuko a chance to use her tire swing, but whether the shinki are disabled or not he banks upward again and goes after the van. Who knows if it would ever stop? And he is sure there are trapped drivers and possibly passengers aboard. Saving them is more important than catching the villains. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari peeks out of the saddlebag after Saiga has lept to safety with both Kari and her sister Harriet, just in time to see a swooping dragon and a crazed tire-wielding martial artist coming in. In response she unleashes a volley of micro-grenades at the tire! It's the thing coming in the most quickly and is pretty scary!     The ruined jetbike goes flying towards Saiga, Harriet and Kari! AND THEN. AND THEN. It ceases to exist. For reasons unknown. It is no longer a jetbike. Some hiccup of reality, possibly thanks to some kind of cosmic coin-flip, has replaced it with an equal volume of multicolored gelatin. This quivering mass breaks apart in mid-flight and spatters the side of the building and the trio with the blobby snack. UGH. That is going to take forever to clean off, honestly.     Harriet realizes that they're on the side of a building and that she can use her ricochet ability to a limited extent! She hops out of the saddlebag, the assault laser on her shoulder whining as it fires barrages at Bahamut, sliding down the building herself in a zig-zag pattern to make it harder to track her descent. 

:'''{{#var:368|Tesla Armadia (368)}} has posed:''' *splat* Well that was less painful than the bike crashing into them... but arguably more embarassing. "This is why jelly cans STAY in a can!" Saiga complains, though more at the absurdity of what happened. She doesn't might being dirty, this is just... bizarre. Saiga does get herself to a stop on a ledge, and while Kari and Harriet are shooting things, she switchs one of her laser pistols to a laser cutter, and uses it to slice open a maintenance access door. On the side of the building. Because Techno Urbania has weird pointless 'cool' futuristic architecture like that. "Com'n girls, we can ditch them inside. This vanjacking is a bust." Pause. "But at least they took us as a serious threat?" The shinki controlling the robo-suit gives a little shrug. 

:'''{{#var:942|Kazuko Kawakami (942)}} has posed:''' Kazuko's holding onto Bahamut tightly during that barrel roll, although it's not nearly as frightening as it was with the van going out of control. That's not to say it isn't scary at all what with only having one good arm to work with, but once the dragon's no longer spinning and even starts moving closer to the shinki to throw that jetbike-turned-gelatin...      She should be questioning that more. A LOT more. But... Well, Kazuko's still new to the multiverse. Maybe that's just the dragon's power? To... Scare evildoers with what he could have done? That's the only logical explanation the martial artist can think of on such short notice. Alas, her swinging tire isn't all that effective offensively with the lack of a second arm to really put some oomph into it, but it does serve another purpose!      Namely, as a makeshift shield. As slow as it's going, she's trying to use it to deflect some of Kari's micro-grenades away from herself and Bahamut, then again at the lasers being fired by Harriet! She can't get all of them, though, and she can ust hope that the micro-grenades and lasers don't blow her (or her clothes) up too much! 

:'''{{#var:528|Bahamut (528)}} has posed:'''      Bahamut blinks as the bike suddenly winks out of existence, then again as that gelatin appears and splooshes all over the shinki. Then...he bursts out laughing. His laughter bounces off the buildings, easily heard by anyone within a few blocks of them.      Of course, that stops suddenly when he is hit with those grenades and lasers. He growls as pieces of his armor break off from the hits, and blood flows in a few places. He wonders a moment how such small creatures can hit so hard, then he thinks back to his own world. Some rather small creatures there can down even the most seasoned adventurer. He starts chuckling again as he thinks about the gelatin, even as he spirals to keep Kazuko from being hit by the incoming weaponsfire.      Once he reaches the van, Bahamut latches onto it with his powerful claws, possibly punching holes into the sides, then he looks to Kazuko. "If you can, get inside and try to guide this vehicle back to the ground. If not, simply cut the engine and I will bring us down." he says, then slams an open palm into the driver door and rips it away. "The pilots are our priority now." 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     The hovervan has slowed its ascent. The drivers inside are unconscious, and the airbags have clearly been triggered and deflated. Fortunately the safety regs on these things mean the drivers are nice and secure in their harnesses. /Unfortunately/, the vehicle was designed for stopping sudden descents, not ascents. And so the emergency drag parachutes never deployed. The controls are easy enough to understand, and have rebooted themselves into something resembling normal, except for the fact that the headsup display is all garbage and fried from the electrical shock the hovervan took. Should be easy enough for Kazuko to take control of it... right? 

:'''{{#var:942|Kazuko Kawakami (942)}} has posed:''' Kazuko's had a lot of lucky breaks today, hasn't she? Getting saved from a splattery death by a dragon, getting to ride on that same dragon's back, getting protected from lasers and explosions by the dragon again...      It's probably not too surprising that her luck had to take a dip somewhere. "Back to the ground? Uhm..." She winces as that door is yanked right off, climbing along the side of the hovervan (and possibly Bahamut's arm) to get into that door with her tire still dangling outside. She puts on her seatbelt, takes the wheel, pushes some airbag out of the way, checks the mirror, and starts praying internally.      Would this be a bad time to mention that she hasn't learned how to drive yet? 

:'''{{#var:528|Bahamut (528)}} has posed:'''      This would actually be a good time to mention that, because once Kazuko is in the driver's seat...Bahamut lets go. The van and Kazuko are now under their own power. Of course, Bahamut will escort them to the ground and intervene if needed, but he figures just about everyone knows how to drive. Why wouldn't someone know how to drive? It's a basic skill where he comes from.      Of course, where he comes from is a very specific area. The rest of his world only knows how to drive things like horses or handcarts. "Just take it easy. I fear my Thundaga may have damaged the craft. I underestimated the blast range." he says to Kazuko as they start down. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     The van's engine cuts as Kazuko fusses about with the controls. There's an eerie feeling for a moment as there is that space in-between where gravity simply doesn't apply and all sorts of weird things just... float. It must have been much the same for the shinki just as the bumper came off the hovervan, honestly. And now, just as then, gravity asserts its mastery over the floating object. Down the delivery van goes. 

:'''{{#var:942|Kazuko Kawakami (942)}} has posed:''' It is a very good thing that Bahamut's there. Otherwise, who knows what kind of damage Kazuko could've done with that flying deathtrap? Probably not that much on her own, considering that the van's engine just died, but still! At least nobody can blame her for the hovervan not working even if she wanted to!      Not that she wants it to. "Uh... I don't think this car's working!" She calls out and messes with the various switches and levers and whatnot, trying to will the vehicle back into not-falling.      Kazuko's not having a very good time now. She also probably isn't going to be getting her license any time soon after this. 

:'''{{#var:528|Bahamut (528)}} has posed:'''      Bahamut raises an eyeridge as the engine dies. "My lady, you might want to-" Aaand...there goes the van again. Bahamut sighs softly before diving again. Despite the situation, there is an amused smirk on his face. The van is fairly easy to catch up with when diving, thanks to Bahamut's naturally aerodynamic design, and once again his claws dig into the hull of the hovervan before he spreads his wings wide and starts leveling off. "Are you alright, my lady?" he says, grinning as he peeks in through the windshield.      The van is presumably quite heavy, so Bahamut is even -less- agile while he is supporting it. They eventually make it back down to the ground, where Bahamut sets the van down carefully before holding a hand out beside the driver door in an offer to help Kazuko out. "It is alright. We are safe now." 

:'''{{#var:942|Kazuko Kawakami (942)}} has posed:''' Kazuko's looking mildly... No, incredibly freaked out by that brief time the van is free-falling. Even after Bahamut gets them all on the ground without any sort of splattering or explosions, her knuckles are still white from holding onto that steering wheel as hard as she did. She mutters something incoherently as she looks towards the Aeon, having to will her hands off that wheel just to take his and climb out of the van.      Poor girl's going to need a vacation after all this. 
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|Location=Techno Urbania
|Synopsis=Kari shows Alden around her Master's apartment. Alden asks Zarenna for some help with a long-standing problem.
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Techno Urbania, the high tech urban center, with high-rises and hovercars. In one such high-rise lives Zarenna and her two shinki 'daughters', and Alden has been invited to the clean apartment, filled with accents in black, white, and chrome. The countertop is wood of some kind, and the carpet is a tan-brown, adding some color to the otherwise very stark and cold contrasts of the main three colors. It seems that Kari and Harriet keep the place pretty spotless. The door has a smaller dog-door type opening in it, secured with an electronic lock to prevent unwanted visitors of the four-legged kind.     If Alden looks carefully, he will notice patches of wall that aren't quite the same color, in the shape of a boot about the same scale as they would be for Harriet.     Harriet herself is sitting on a desk reading, while Kari is showing Alden all the nifty things, even though the apartment is kind of small for a human. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden was happy to admire the toys and nifty, futuristic things the shinkies and Zarana had!. He was following Kari around, "You have really nice things." he says happily, tail wagging slowly. "Why are there boot marks on the walls?" he asks softly, casually, as he bites on a bit of food. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     "This is all Master's stuff!" Kari says with enthusiasm.     Kari quietly points at Harriet. "She bounced off the walls a lot practicing when she was first brought home." Kari whispers to Alden. Harriet doesn't seem to notice, nor does the robotic rabbit that follows the larger shinki everywhere.     Meanwhile, the vacuum robot is pointed out by Kari, keeping itself parked neatly under the corner of the couch until it was scheduled to vacuum. "That's the roomba! It does most of the vacuuming in the apartment! The floors, I mean. It doesn't have legs like Harriet and me!" 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden nods a few times, reaching to pet Kari, before turning to peek at Harriet, "What is that little bunny?" he asks, meaning the robot rabbit of course. He is not too familiar with technology, so he is amazed by things like the vacuum robot, leaning down to peek at it, "Nice!" he says softly, his tail wagging. "I should get one of those for my place." he says softly, smiling, "What do you two do for fun when you are not getting into trouble with octomons in malls, or against monsters?" 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari uhs... "I build things! Master set up a little workshop for me in the car hangar. Harriet reads a lot and practices her gymnastics." She finally says.     "Wanna see some of the stuff I've built, Alden?" Kari says, making her way to a little stairway off to the side that leads downward. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari explains the rabbit. "Oh, that's Harriet's familiar! It follows her around and turns into her armor. Master decided that her own custom shinki should have cool robot companions called 'familiars' that turn into their armor." 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden seems amazed to hear that about the robot bunny!, he inches just a bit for a better look, but decides it might be dangerous to disturb it!, plus Harried seems content just reading. So, the digimon turns around to face the other Shinki with a grin, moving to pet Kari, "That sounds really cool." he says with a grin. He considers a few moments, "So you build stuff? can you show me?" 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari bwees happily at the pettings. "Yeah! It's not as good as the stuff Master builds! I mean... she built Harriet! And Harriet is pretty awesome work!" She says as she hops down the stairs in the garage.     The car hangar/garage is clearly meant to house two hovercars, but currently there are none (Zarenna is at work, so the teal hovercar is not present). In the space where the other car /would/ be is what looks like a shinki-sized multi-level workshop. There's tools lying around, mostly things like sticks of glue, bottles of white glue, staplers, scissors, and craft knives. But there is at least one dangerous looking tool labeled DANGER and having a yellow triangle with what looks like a laser beam thingy inside it.     Kari holds up the laser cutter. "This was given to me by Mister Nine as a welcome gift when I joined the Confederate Elites! It's for cutting metal and tough stuff like concrete." 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden follows to the garage and the little workshop, peeking inside at the craftmanship tools. It all looks so harmless!.. except the laser. He looks at the cuter, "Wow, that is handy!... and dangerous." he says, "Hope you didn't break anything with it." he says playfully, his tail twitching. "What kind of things do you build, Kari?" 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari ummms... "Well, I helped build the workshop! I cut the panels with the laser cutter, and Master welded the pieces together. I also build cardboard forts and then Harriet and I play wargames in them on the balcony!"     "One day I wanna make a cardboard city and make a monster movie." Kari seems to pause for a moment. "Did you wanna play the giant stompy monster, Alden?" 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden smiles and nods, "I see!, that sounds fun." he says, wagging, "I'd love to play with you two sometime." he says, rumbling and petting the cute Shinki again, admiring the tools. "You want me to be the monster?" he asks, tilting his head and smiling, "Sure, remember I can be even bigger!."he says, clearly amused at the idea, "But, I'd love to be your monster for the movie." he says. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari gets a thoughtful look on her face as Alden explains that he can get bigger. "Oh right..." And she grins as she thinks about the possibilities.     The hangar door opens, with warning lights coming on to indicate that the occupants should stay clear of the landing zones in the unoccupied space. The smallish teal hovercar manuevers in, guided by the computers. It lands, power down as its occupant steps out. The purple and green haired human is otherwise unremarkable, but this is definitely Kari and Harriet's master. Zarenna Keras.     She walks over to Kari and Alden with a smile. "Evening Alden. Nice to see Kari is socializing with somebody other than just Harriet." She reaches down and pats the Gabumon's head. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden grins, "Yep!, I can show you the forms again if you want." he says softly, wagging rapidly. The lights and the hangar movements makes him get out of teh way, watching the hover car curiously, before moving to greet Zarenna, "Hi!" he saysd happily, rumbling loudly at the petting, "Evening." he ads, tail wagging, pondering a bit about something, "Kari told me you are really good building things!" he says. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari hops atop Zarenna's shoulder and hugs the human, making bwee! sounds as she does so. "Welcome home, Master!"     Zarenna pats Kari on the head. "Well, my job is research and development for the Confederacy, Alden. I design and build robots like Kari and Harriet. I can't talk about specifics for security reasons, but it's very detailed work." The woman sets Kari down on the upper level of the mini-workshop. "Did you two build anything?" Zarenna means Alden and Kari. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden chuckles at teh cute scene, wagging his tail, "No worries, was not asking for specifics." he says happily, before tilting his head, "But, I was wondering about something?" he asks to the clearly smart woman. "I am trying to figure a way to be able to handle a device, and some cards, without using my hands." he asks. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Zarenna hmmms? "I suppose it's doable. I'd have to get clearance to bring you to the Citadel to study your device and figure out how it works though, Alden. And I'm sorry but you'll have to travel inside the Citadel in an uncomfortable box for security reasons. They won't want you to see any of the other projects going on since you're not a member of the Confederacy. Well, if you want to join up that'd be a different story!" 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden tilts his head a bit, "Really?, I admit that I don't know much about electronic things or building stuff." he says softly, rubbing his chin. "Well, if the goal is to transport me without seeing around, i can think of an easier way, but I do need your word about it being safe." he says softly. The mention about joining makes him chuckle, "Been thinking about joining actually." 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Zarenna shrugs. "Safe how, Alden? I'm not a high-ranking type, so I can't really... 100% guarantee safety. Plus you'd be in the R&D department, there's a lot of dangerous stuff down there even for people that work down there." 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden rubs his head, "Well, I mean that my device won't be stolen or tampered with while getting there... I am ok with examination of the device, but I prefer nothing bad happened to it." he says. "What I meant about easier way to travel is... I heard of these things pokeballs... if you are familair with them?... my D-arc... the device in question... can actually work like one for me." 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     "Ooooh, I see. Yeah, that'd work, but they'd still make me carry it into the lab in a cage that blocks all sorts of emissions, Alden. Would that be a problem?" 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden smiles, "Hmm, as long as you give me enough room to get out, once we get there, I don't think there is an issue." he says, "Tho I'd prefer to stay near it, being disconnected from it for long is a bit unsettling." 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari busies herself making a cut out of a cityscape from cardboard.     "Well, the box is just to transport it into the lab. We'd have to take it out afterwards in order to figure out how to make the thing you want." Zarenna glances at Kari. "Or you could adopt a shinki to swipe cards for you. There's lots of orphaned shinki who wish they had new masters to help." 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden perks his 'ears' (how does he do that?, those are not his real ears!) at the mention of the shinki, "Well, I am still intrigued on how my device works." he begins, before looking around at Kari, "Really?" he asks, before sneaking a bit closer to whisper a question, "Are they... hard to mantain?, I am not very good with machines." he says softly, "And I never had to take care of anything besides meat plants." he says. Still, it is obvious he is taking a shine to the idea. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     "The company that makes them provides basic maintenance service, and I'd be happy to help out with anything more complex since you're Kari's friend." Zarenna says. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden nods a few times, and spends a while talking with Zarenna about Shinkis, manteniance and other stuff. 
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3778/Of Reaverbots and Digimon

2016-02-07T21:02:53Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Outside the gates of Neo Arcadia, trouble is brewing.     An orange dinosaur the size of a child with thin sky-blue tiger stripes is wandering towards the city walls, the radiation causing strange digital glitches in its form. It looks like it has been wandering the wastes for awhile and is likely in need of help.     Suddenly there's a horrendous screeching howl as a feral robot the size of a city bus makes its presence known. It is quadrupedal and resembles a mastiff, with unblinking red lenses for eyes and a long thrashing tail. The crushing jaws open and a barrage of buster cannon fire emerges, aimed at the small digimon. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Inside the gates of Neo Arcadia, the trouble has been noticed.     Operators at their terminals relay the results of sensor sweeps to the city's local guards, who dispatch drones to the side of the wall where the trouble's been detected. While not as common as it once was, this is a fairly routine occurance, generally not worth bothering the city's commanders over.     Except in this case, neither of the creatures on the scans match anything in their databases. That warrents greater attention. The second anomoly makes it obvious that a greater response is warrented.     There's a deep humming whirr as hatches built into the walls split open and retract, revealing Notably Large Cannons. Those cannons also hum deeply as they charge in perparation for firing.     Meanwhile, a flash of a transerver teleport delivers the city's resident Bishop Engineer (and his visitor, if Alden was so willing) to the top of the barrier wall, just outside the forcescreen and above the gates. Taro wasts no time in crouching to peer over the wall at the grounds below. "I have visual," he reports back over the radio. "Potential threat unknown, but one of them is obvious combat model."     <Understood, Your eminence. Ready to fire on your command,> the Operator relays back.     "Fire a warning shot. See if either are sentient enough to respond." 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:'''      Alden is willing, he was never teleported before!. He seems a bit surprised as he instantly appears on the spot, looking for a few moments, before gazing down and noticing the source of the alarms. He blinks a few times, "Is that an Agumon?" he says softly, before looking up at Taro, "I think the small one is a digimon!, not sure how it got here tho." he muses, "Seems like it is in big trouble." he says loudly.      Unfortunately for Taro, and any well planned strategy, Alden notices teh big machine shooting at the small digimon, and decides 'screw it', and jumps to the rescue!. He slides one card on the reader, depicting a pair of white, glowing wings. "Digi modify!, flight!". He then jumps, praying the wings will actually work, and last enough to land safely near them. (They do, but he flails a bit as he nears teh ground) 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     The rogue warbot is quick enough that it reacts to the warning shots by leaping about, moving closer to Alden and the Agumon X. An aggressive design, it lands and sweeps its tail across the ruined ground where Alden and the other digimon are, turning its head to face Taro so it can unleash another pulse of weapons fire at the SHODANite bishop. The warning shots intended for the Agumon strike the reaver instead, sending a splash of molten alloy spattering across the ground and leaving a sear across the thing's carapace.     The agumon is startled by the appearance of a winged gabumon, but welcomes the help! It seems more lively and energetic with a fellow digimon around. "Wow! Good timing! Hey, after this, let's get some nice cool water!" And with that the agumon belches a fireball at the crazed robot thing, leaving some scorch marks and peeled paint but little else of note. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     "You recognize that one?" Taro asks Alden, his eyes still on the pair below.     The chance for further conversation ends when his digimon visitor leaps from their perch to land below. "Wha..Hold Fire!" he snaps into his radio, but his orders come too late to stop the wall's cannons. Volleys of superheated plasma blast forth, those not hitting the reaver cratering the rocky ground around it and the two digimon.     With a quiet grunt of irritation, he draws and activates his beam saber with a snap-hiss, then drops off the side of the wall to follow Alden. the first volley of return fire from the giant canine drone misses him by scant centimeters, the second is parried with his blade, the third grazes his right shoulder. His armor's wings unfurl about halfway down, and he gngles his descent to try and land atop the drone that dared attack him.     After a moment, the blue and white biepdal drones move to follow, hitting the ground running as they land, firing their arm cannons. They're not exactly perfect shots, but they're intended for the canine rather than any of the digimon. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:'''      The gabumon's wings fade the very instant he touches the ground, which makes him glad the walls were not higher!. In any case, he nods a few times, "Sounds great!" he tells the agumon, "I'll get you some meat too." he happily, turning his attention to the rather large robotic creature. He decides there is no point pulling punches here, might as well hit the thing hard!.      While the robot mastiff recovers from the hits, he reaches for another card, sliding it through the reader, "Digi Modify, super evolution chip S!". The gabumon seems to 'explode' into voxels in a burst of light, quickly replaced with a far larger, and far more fuzzy creature, a large wolf!. "Careful Taro, going to hit it!" he warns, before he attacks "Ice cannon!" He someone growls those worlds, while openign his mouth wide and shooting a sizable ice projectile at closest leg of the reaverbot. It lands with a satisfying 'clang' noise, and a fair bit of force, easily denting it and pushing it aside, making the machine lose balance. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     While the barrage of fire from the Pantheon drones does hit the mark and pelt the durable alloy hide of the robo-mastiff, they prove to be little more than an annoyance to the big machine. It opens its jaws again to fire back at the cheap copies, hitting and destroying one in ten at this range. Furiously it moves to try and shake Taro off as the reploid lands on its back, likely taking a beam sword stabbing (or two) for its troubles. And then Alden blasts it with a freezing cold projectile, the combination of sub-zero temperatures and the impact shattering the armor on the leg to expose the mechanisms underneath. With a thump it hits the dirt, the billowing dust briefly obscuring both the mastiff-reaver and Taro before the wind snatches it away. In response, the tail lashes out at Alden lightning quick.     The Agumon points with one wicked-looking claw at the thing's damaged leg. "Maybe if you hit the head with that!" THe little guy isn't really cowering per se, but he is being cautious since he's not in the best of shape! That being the case, he still belches out a few fireballs at the mechanoid monstrosity, aiming at the head. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Although not a true combat model himself, Taro is nimble enough to keep his balance even as the mastiff-bot tries to buck him off. He does in fact hack and slash with his beam saber, aiming where he'd expect a spinal bundle to be if it has one. His position atop the machine means he catches some of the edges of Alden's ice projectile, his armor riming with hoarfrost. Undeterred, he slashes twice more before kicking off into the sky again, so as to not be in the line of fire from Alden and their rescuee.     Meanwhile, those Pantheon drones caugt in the mastiff's line of fire sizzle as their armor is pierced, and those that don't outright explode fall to the ground like broken dolls. While they might be a match for smaller warmachines (or the average Resistance soldier), against this they're pretty underwhelming. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:'''      Alden yipes as the tail lashes at him, slamming his side as he jumps back. It seems painful, but not too dangerous. He looks at the small agumon and nods a few times, trying to mix things up a bit. He opens his maw, and begins with a different attack, "Fox fire!", opening his maw and releasing a focused stream of blue flames at the head of the fallen mastiff, heating it for several moments, only to suddenly close his jaws, take a short breath, and firing another large ice bullet at the head, "Ice bullet!" 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     The beam saber seems to do more damage than most of the other infantry-scale weapons Taro has seen strike the rogue 'bot, punching holes in the armored hide relatively easily. Whereas the arm cannon fire from the Pantheon drones seems to do very little.     Meanwhile, Alden has shattered the armor on the thing's head, exposing the sensors, powerful hydraulics for the jaws, and the emitter array for the thing's buster cannon. One of the baleful red eyes has shattered as well.     The thing rolls sideways from being prone and leaps upwards, the armored slabs making up the thing's lower jaw snapping at Taro before it lands with a bone-rattling impact.     "Whoo! Looks like it's on the ropes!" The agumon seems to have realized that he can't do much other than cheer his rescuers on at this point, though he'll certainly stick around to help them if he can. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Taro lands again, this time on the rocky ground in front and off to one side of the fallen mastiff-bot, to be within striking range while trying to not put himself in the others' immediate line of fire. He brings his saber up to unleash what he intends to be the finishing blow. But the machine is not quite through yet, and he's forced to bring up his opposing arm to ward off its snapping maw. His right gauntlet crunches under the force, and he's jerked forward before he can pull himself back and out of its grasp as its head drops once again.     With a snarl of annoyance, the android draws his damaged right arm back while slashing out with his saber in a smaller arc at the machine's head than he originally planned. If that doesn't end this, then hopefully Alden's next strike will. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:'''      Alden decides to just help Taro finish this, giving the agumon a friendly bark, before he charges at the massive wolf!. He jumps and attemps to slam at the thing's head with all his weight, he is tempted to scream something like 'body blow' (actual attack name) but feels silly, trying to push the thing's head away from biting Taro, and if he can keep holding to it, leans to bite at the sensors and exposed bits of metal, blasting them point blank with fire (biting electric stuff, smart!). 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     The reaver is stunned by Taro's beam saber cutting a swath through its more delicate sensors and power feeds in the head, and pauses in its onslaught for a moment. The machinery is not dissimilar in design to what Neo Arcadia uses, but different enough that it constitutes something new. Some piece of technology that unified from an alternate Neo Arcadia, perhaps?     Alden's body slam finishes the job as the stunned machine is unable to react in time to dodge. The head snaps off with the squeal of tormented metal and is sent flying by the force of the blow. Little mechanisms and shards of alloy scatter across the ground as the thing is taken down. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Taro grunts again, this time in satisfaction as the mastiff-drone falls silent, and with another snap-hiss he deactivates his 'saber. He glances down at his other arm for a quick inspection, then looks over his shoulder at the others. "How badly are you hurt?"     The remaining Pantheons have stopped firing - not that they had been more than a nuisance in this fight - and move to circle the fallen war machine. A precaution, just in case there are other surprises. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:'''      Alden can't help btu let out a short victory howl as the head is destroyed and the machine seems to be defeated, spitting bits of metal in his maw, and padding to check on the Agumon, "I'm fine." he tells Taro, his tail wagging, even as he moves to sniff at the reptile digimon, "Are you ok?" he asks happily. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     The agumon smells... different? There's a weird cast to this one, different in subtle ways from a 'normal' agumon. Blue stripes aren't normally a thing agumon have, for example. "Yeah! I'm okay... could use some water and food though! These badlands are really awful!"     The dinosaur-like digimon glances at the Pantheon drones, Taro, and Alden. "Oh... Uh, my name's Hiryu." 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     "So they are." Taro's gaze shifts back to the fallen machine as he finally answers the Operator begging for his attention. "I'm fine. Minor injuries only. Send a salvage team to my present location."     < Thank the CyberGoddess! A salvage team will be there shortly. >     That done, the android turns his attention back to his guest and the new visitor. Honestly, he knows so little of digimon he has no idea that Hiryu is any different. "Taro Daisho. Welcome to Neo Arcadia." With a hint of amusement, "The first among many at this point." 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:'''      Alden noses at the odd gabumon, cold dog nose on the shoulder!, "I'm glad." he barks happily, smiling broadly, before he blinks and realizes he was still a garurumon, 'reverting' in a flsh of light, and reaching to pat the reptile's back. "I'm Alden, nice to meet you Hiryu." he says softly. 

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3613/Pieces of Home

2016-01-18T16:41:24Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     It's a small piece of the Planetary Plains, unusual for the odd ruins that occupy the land. The pieces are strewn across five acres of land and could have been the remains of some manner of temple. The locals stay away from them, citing spooky sounds and visions around the place. The ruins are marked with glyphs that would be recognizable to Digimon and those who know the digital creatures well, with murals depicting ancient events within the Digital World it came from. The place is overgrown with low bushes bearing what appears to be cooked bacon, and a few gnarled-looking trees bearing bone-in ham. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden indeed heard about this place from Golden, and decided he wanted to take a look, since he had to travel a fair bit, he decided it was better, and just smarter to switch to four paw traction, and use his Garurumon form, at least until he arrived to the ruins!. When he gets close, he can't help but notice the scent of meat, and turn his attention towards the bacon bushes, staring at them for several moments, muzzle open, tongue hanging out, looking like a dog staring at a piece of food. Which for most practical purposes was the situation. 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     The ruins glitch from time to time; the faint screech of a modem just out of hearing, a flash of heat on the skin, brief appearances of other parts of the ruins in the distance. Claw marks are clearly seen on the stone making up the ruins. The murals depict mostly flying digimon; dramons and angemons battling things like devimons and stranger things. In the central dias area, there is a circular image of a great tree with many branches, with clouds and blue sky surrounding it. Against one wall is a large javelin stuck halfway in.     Alden can probably smell the campfire deeper in the ruins, and the smell of cooking meat as well. This leads the wolf-like digimon to where Golden has set up camp. There's a battered old radio quietly rattling off news from the Multiverse, a collection of small bonsai-styled trees, and other stockpiled things. Golden is here cooking slices of ham. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden follows his nose, doing his best to track the scent of the campfire, even as he perks his ears and admires the random murals, recognizing several of the depicted creatures. At one poitn or another he sits to admire one, and itches his left ear, before moving closer. He quickly recognizes golden, and decides to approach, crawling on teh ground silently, until he is just a few feet near the cooking digimon, "Golden!" he barks loudly. Smart move, startle a digimon that might be able to slap you all the way back out of the ruins. 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     "Eh?" Golden takes the ham off the fire so it won't burn, then peers at the Garurumon in front of him.     "Hey... " He squints, looking at the Garurumon for a long moment. "... Is that you, Alden?" 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden waits expectantly to see if Golden can recognize him, crouching on the ground, rump slightly raised, adn that thin tail of his waving slowly behind him. He smiles widely as he finally hears the answer, "Yep, it's me!" he yips, and moves forward to offer the round digimon a friendly brush with his muzzle, "Finally decided to check this place." he explains. 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     Golden ahhs. "Yeah, this is the remains of a Digimon nursery. There was a kid from another Digital World who said they call them Primary Villages, but ours were more like fortress monastaries." He explains, glancing around at the ruins and the memories they contained. There's a brief flicker in the MetalMamemon's form; like the resolution changing suddenly on a picture, coinciding with a modem squeal from somewhere else in the ruined nursury.     "It's a piece of home that was blown through the warp gates." 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden blinks as he sees the glitch, and moves to gently nuzzle the otehr digimon, "Are you ok?" he asks, a bit concerned. He settles down, and after a moment, he loses his form, devolving back to Gabumon in a burst of voxels flying around. "Primary village..." he says softly, and glancing at the plants nearby, "So this is what is left over of another version fo the digital world?" 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     Golden didn't even notice the glitch that affected him, is brought back to reality by the gentle nuzzle. "Huh? Oh, the whole place is as glitched as I am." He pats the Gabumon's shoulder.     "Yeah, this was a part of mine. I woke up here after the battle. There's a bunch of Digital Worlds, I think. At least from the radio stuff I've heard. Hey, I know they're not really from your world, but did you want some meat plants?" Golden says, pointing at a level below where Golden has restored a bit of a garden bed. There are tall stalks of steak-bearing plants and large leafy plants climbing some stakes with riblets growing from them. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden nods, "It seems a lot of the digital worlds are really messed up... there is this thing... trying to destroy mine, I almost get destroyed too, but my tamer saved me." he says, leaning into the pat. "I'd like to see one of those sometime, I mean another digital world." he begins, before his mind is drawn to the odd plants. "Really?" he asks, smiling, "I'd like to have one or two, I am sure Ainsley might find them neat." 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     Golden ehs. "I'd like to see another digital world too. But until then, this multiverse is what we got, so. Might as well make ourselves at home." He's examining some of the plants as he talks.     "Hey, pass me those three pots over there, please?" The little guy points to a few wooden pots with soil already in them. Golden gets to work carefully digging up some of the smaller plants for Alden to take home. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden smiles and nods, quickly helping the small digimon replant those things, "I'll take good care of them." he says happily 

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3643/This Scene Has No Title

2016-01-18T16:39:23Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     There are many parks in Techno Urbania, designed to take one away from the urban sprawl of Urbania, and this one is also a large pedestrian walkway between two sky-scrapers. Covered to protect the place from the noise of the city and to keep out the flying rats known as pigeons. Many grassy spots dot the winding walkway through the center of the path, along with a few smallish trees (more like shrubbery with aspirations towards treehood).     Kari is here with her master Zarenna as well as Harriet, seeming to have a picnic of some sort. Kari has cheerfully invited both Taro and Alden to the picnic as well. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:'''      Alden was more than happy to accept the invitation, and for once he knew how to get to the place, so he made it at the proper time!. He was carrying a small basket with him, a large bottle of soda stickign out, and the smell of meat coming from it. He had to struggle a little bit with the basket, looking around for Kari even as he made it into the park, "Kari?" he asks outloud. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     A picnic? Since it's Kari that extended the invitation, he'd be loath to refuse it.     It's not like him to be late, and he isn't. There he is, walking up the path, carrying a cloth-wrapped box by whre it's been tied at its top. As usual, he doesn't smile as he spots Zarenna and company, though he raises his free hand to greet them.     Not knowing that someone else has been invited (or even if he has he has no idea who Alden is), he isn't particularly looking for the digimon that will be joining them...hopefully he'll be excused if he walks right past him. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari is perching on top of her master's head looking for Alden, mussing up the green (or is it purple?) hair. She spots the gabumon and waves, hopping down from Zarenna's head to go greet the digimon since Kari is pretty sure that she's hard to see!     Zarenna nods to Taro. "Afternoon, Taro." She reaches down and lifts out the water bottles that Harriet was struggling with. Looks like Zarenna packed cured salmon and salad things for her own meal. "I forget, do you eat or drink?" She says to Taro. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:'''      Alden was not really away of Taro, so there was nothing to apologize for!. His attention turns towards Kari when he hears the voice adn waves one arm happily before he begins to move faster towards her, and the others!. He spots at least one unfamiliar face and waves to them as well, "Hi Kari, glad to see you again." he says with a grin, lizardish tail wagging. "I brought a soda and some cooked meat." he says happily. Of course, Taro and the others get a polite bow of sorts, "I'm Alden." 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     "Good afternoon, Zarenna, Harriet, Kari," Taro greets the trio warmly, even if his expression remains a bit cool. The subtleties of human facial expressions are far easier to read than to imitate, really. His gaze briefly follows the smaller shinki when she hops away, but then turns back to Zarenna at the question. "I don't normally eat," he answers, "though I do enjoy drinks. I took the liberty of bringing tea and jelly cans to share."     Then they're joined by a stranger, or at least a stranger to him. He raises an eyebrow slightly at Alden, but that seems to be more out of curiosity than complaint. He returns the bow with a graceful one of his own. "Taro Daisho. A pleasure." 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari leads Alden back to the picnic blanket and the baskets. She smiles as Alden and Taro introduce themselves. She introduces her master to Alden. "This is my master! She takes care of me and Harriet."     "I'm Zarenna, nice to meet you Alden. Though I'm not sure what kind of creature you are?" Zarenna asks, looking curiously at Alden.     Harriet bows politely to Taro, likely considering the reploid something of a father figure, and helps unpack the things that Taro brought, her rabbit familiar peering out from Zarenna's picnic basket. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden smiles happily and places down the food and drink he brought with the rest, reaching to pet Kari, not meaning to disrespect her, he just thought she was cute!. He nods at the introductions with a grin. "I'm a Digimon! a Gabumon to be precise." he tells the human, tail wagging behind him a bit more. "Nice to meet you." he says, before turning towards Taro with a grin, "Pleasure is mine Taro." he chirps. He sits down, still wearing the odd pelt on his back, "Thanks for the invitation Kari." 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Once he sets his contribution to the picnic down on the blanket, Taro helpfully unties the knots of the cloth wrapping so that Harriet doesn't have to fuss with them. Inside the box are a large thermos, some cups, a small assortment of jelly cans, and napkins. He doesn't mind the help, though he'll in turn give the larger shinki a hand with lifting out the thermos.     A Digimon? interesting...     He kneels down at one edge of the blanket rather than sitting - it's more comfortable given the confines of his cassock, and likely he's used to it, given the other side of his vocation. "I trust all of you are well?" 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Harriet nods quietly in appreciation of the help, sorting things as she tends to do. The jelly cans are sorted over there, the miscellaneous food stuff laid out in an orderly fashion. The robo-rabbit familiar itself ends up settling near the jelly cans.     Zarenna ohs. "A digimon? I don't think we see many of those here in the Multiverse. I heard you were shy and reclusive." She extends her hands, offering to take the cumbersome basket from Alden and set out the foodstuffs the digimon has brought.     Kari gushes. "Things are just awesome, Taro! There wasn't any useless Santa coal this year!" 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden brought a couple soda bottles, and slices of tasty, well cooked meat in sandwiches. He rumbles happily and brushes Kari gently, "I am doing ok, had a fun week." he says softly, lizard tail twitching as he inched closer to the group. He looks at the robot bunny for a moment, "Forgot how cute you two were." he says, before chuckling, "Nah, I am not that shy, well, unless you try to ask me to take off my furcoat." he says. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     "So there wasn't," Taro replies to Kari with a nod. "For which most of us I'm sure are thankful." He glances over to her sister. "And you, Harriet?" he asks, an attempt to draw her into conversation.     "Not you personally, perhaps, but as a rule," he goes on to remark at Alden's comment. "At least, I have heard more of digimon than actually met, and even then what I've heard is little." 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari makes 'bweee' sounds as Alden pets her, enjoying it. "Alden was a reindeer when we were helping the toy drive! The little kids liked him a lot!"     Harriet says "I've been reading the books you sent, Taro. Otherwise doing well." 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:'''      Alden focuses on Taro for a moment, nodding, "I noticed there aren't many digimon around, at least roaming the multiverse." he says, smiling, "Most I have met seemed very friendly." he adds, looking at the odd outfit and appearance of that person, "You are a friend of Kari?" he asks softly as he eats a bit of meat.      The mention of the elf task makes him almost choke, chuckling, "Yeah, they wanted to poke all over, a couple tried to tug my pelt off my back." 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     "I hope you're enjoying them?" Taro asks Harriet. He tried to account for the two sisters' differing tastes when picking out their gifts. Then, attention returns to Alden since he seems to have his. He looks over to the digimon when he's addressed...though he averts his gaze a bit when he catches him in the middle of a bite. "I'm a valued associate of hers, yes." Pause. "The toy drive went well, then?" 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Zarenna tries one of the cooked meats that Alden has brought, gesturing to the things she's brought. "You're welcome to try the food, Alden. It's mostly cured fish prepped like it's done on my homeworld, leafy greens, and vegetables."     "They're very challenging." is all Harriet says to Taro in response, settling down near the jelly cans (small drink/coolant containers that Alden probably hasn't encountered before) and selecting a strawberry-flavored one to sip delicately.     Kari grins. "Yeah, they thought you were a super cute reindeer, Alden! Taro helped master build Harrier, he's like a... um... stepdad?" She says excitedly. "The toy drive was great! There were kids who put their toys in because they wanted to help Santa." 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:'''      Alden smiles and ooohs at the offer for food, reaching around to gently grab a little bit, "Thank you!" he says happily, trying the new meal, while listening to the others. He chuckles cutely and blushes, "Thank you, I felt a bit silly with the horns." he says, before he blinks. "Ohh, you are good at making machines?" he asks Taro, impressed. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Taro gives a nod to Harriet, seeming assuming that that was a 'yes'. Who wouldn't enjoy a good challenge? "If you'd like to talk about the reading later, I'd be happy to do so."      While Zarenna and Alden tuck into their meals, he busies himself with pouring a cup of steaming tea from the thermos he brought. Black tea with lemon.     He has a sip of that tea before answering Alden, then lowers the cup to about chest hight in gesture to himself. "At the risk of immodesty, I am one of the best engineers in Neo Arcadia, yes." A quick glance is made over to Zarenna, tilting his head slightly in question. "Would I be a stepfather? Human family terms seem so tricky to apply to non-human ones." 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Zarenna shrugs. "I'm not even sure." She doesn't mention that Kari has... odd ideas sometimes. "I guess you could look at it that way? We both worked on Harriet's design."     Harriet gives Taro and Zarenna an odd confused look, since she's the one being talked about. Kari startles Harriet by flumping down next to her taller sister and grabbing a random jelly can, which seems to be labeled 'pistachio ice cream'. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:'''      Alden nods a bit, eyes wide at the mention of him being the best, "Wow." he chirps to Taro, before looking back at the two, small creatures, "I can barely use my D-arc, haha." he says softly, pointing to the device on his belt.      "Sounds amazing." he says softly, moving to reach for a jelly can. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     "Mm." A noncommittal sound. He doesn't seem concerned about the sorting out of family relationships, it more being an abstract subject for futher thought.     Taro looks over at the device on Alden's belt when the digimon points it out. "Interesting...what does it do, if I may ask?" 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Zarenna hmms and glances over at the D-Arc, curious.     Kari and Harriet both give Alden a strange look. "You wouldn't enjoy jelly cans, Alden. They're coolant for shinki and can cause digestive tract problems in non-shinki." Harriet quickly adds. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden smiles and reaches for the item on his belt. It is a handheld device, with a card reader, a screen and a series of buttons. "It's my D-arc." he begins to explain, showing it to Taro and Zarenna, "It can be used to check my status, health, and some details." The screen shows info like an rpg status window, including his species name. "It can be used with digimon cards to give me more power, and help me digivolve..." he says. He shares as much. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     "If he's closer to us than to Zarenna, then they may not hurt him," Taro opins. "Still, it may be best to bypass them, Alden."     The D-arc is looked upon with appraising interest, though he's polite and looks without reaching out to touch. "Then it is a sort of tracking and interface device?" 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Zarenna hmms. "So it's like a status monitor and add-on manager, Alden?" 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden eeps and rops the can where it was, "Oh, good thing I didn't open it!" he says, chuckling, "I wonder if metal garurumon can eat one tho." he muses, rubbing his chin, before focusing on teh questions, "Well, it is used to track, monitor my status... can even modify my data with cards." he says. "I can even enter the device and remain inside for as long as I want, but it is not really useful most of the time, unless I want to sneak somewhere with the help of someone else." 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Taro sips his tea thoughtfully as Alden further explains the device to them, and he's silent for a few moments after that. "As I said before, I know little about your kind..." He makes an open-palmed gesture at the D-arc with his free hand. "Is this how you move between cyberspace and the physical world, then? And what allows you to maintain a physical form here on this side?" 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Zarenna watches her two 'daughters' as Alden explains. "So you're a piece of software that's manifested in the real world? Come to think of it, didn't you meet a digimon, Kari?"     "Yes, master! His name was Duke and I brought him home because he was really hungry and he ate all the meat in the fridge... oh..." Kari has this look of clearly knowing she got herself in trouble when she sees the look on Zarenna's face. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:'''      Alden listens to the explanation, "I am made of data... besides that I have no clue how that works." he says softly, "In my home dimension... well, in my universe, I come from a place linked to the computers and all that." he says, "I don't need the device to be solid here, no, if I had to I'd be just fine without it." he tells Taro, before nodding to Zarenna and tilting his head at the story, chuckling a bit, "Wow, he must have been really hungry, I don't think I would eat that much." 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Taro makes no comment at Kari's accidental admission or Zarenna's reaction to it. It's been noticed, but Alden is to him more interesting than an empty fridge. "I see...I'll admit I'm curious as to how you exist here in physical space. We have living data that we call cyber-elves who can do such, but they are much smaller than you." 

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3686/Happy Trails

2016-01-18T16:37:39Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     The Multiverse has odd juxtapositions of things, much like the Digital Worlds the Digimon hail from. Crystal Valley is no exception. Here is a set of train-tracks crossing down into the valley, with a train station built from the local crystals. Oddly, there doesn't seem to be any signs of life at the station, just an aged and peeling poster advertising something called the C-89. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:'''      Alden was exploring, like he tends to do, he finished tending to his plants, and helping at Ainsley's place, so he roamed!. He bumps into the odd train station adn decides to take a closer look, curious lizard thing he is, his attention drawn to the poster. 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     Well the poster shows a train, very modern and sleek looking, only it has large eyes on the 'nose cone' of the engine. Large faded letters exhort people to "Come Ride the C-89!" There's seats here and there, and what looks like grafitti scrawled across the wall, in the letters digimon use. 'Bancho Koromon was here' it reads.     The distant sound of... well, it really sounds like somebody shouting "HOOOOOOOOOOOOONK!" very loudly in a basso rumble. It repeats, closer and closer. If one looks in that direction, one would see a train coming down the side of the valley, shaped much like the one on the poster. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:'''      Alden was focused on the picture, he rubs his chin, "I feel I saw that train before." he says, before chuckling at the grafitti, "Wonder if that koromon is still around.".           Any thoughts on that matter is derailed by the noises of the approaching train. He jumps back in surprise, looking at the digital train approaching the station, his tail wagging excitedly. 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     Much closer and much louder now. "HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONK!"     The Trailmon comes to a slow halt at the station, cars lined up with the platform. The basso voice of the C-89 continues. "Welcome ladies and gentlemon to Crystal Valley station. Please watch your step as you disembark!" And surprisingly there are people who exit the trailmon's cars! Mostly humans loaded down with hiking gear, but a few digimon exit too! A jijimon and palmon greet Alden in passing.     "Next stop: Podunk City in the Planetary Plains! Train leaves in ten minutes, so get some fresh air and sunshine, folks!" rumbles the trailmon. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:'''      Alden was still surprised to see a digimon, did not expect passengers!. He smiles and moves closer, greeting the Trailmon happily, and offering the plant, and the old man a polite bow and a greeting as well. He was tempted to ask where they came from, but figures they might have things to do. He instead approaches the Trailmon to greet it, quite happy to see more digimon around. 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     "Hey, a gabumon! I don't see many of you guys around. The name's Slick. How're you doing, little guy?" The voice rumbles. The passengers are indeed taking this opportunity to get some fresh air, milling about on the platform, making use of the space and stretching. The line forms for the bathroom. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:'''      Alden grins and for the moment, sits on teh edge of the rails, rumbling to the trailmon while wagging faster, "I'm doing well, surprised to see more digimon around." he says softly, "I heard about you, but never saw a Trailmon in person." he says with a grin, "I wonder where they came from, I mean the Palmon and Jijimon.". He continues with the random talk, passing a bit of time, and watching the people moving around, "Seems it was a long trip." 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     The trailmon chuckles. "Probably the same place the X-Antibody digimon came from. I'm not from there myself, but most digimon I've had the pleasure of carrying have been. They're always moving around, like something's chasing them. And yes, a long trip. We travelled about six hours through the Crystaline Jungle. Beautiful place, never get tired of the haul through it." 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:'''      Alden nods and grins, "I see, I heard a bit abotu that antibody... but I am not from that place either." he says softly, leaning a bit more and rumbling, "That sounds nice, perhaps sometime I should take a trip myself." 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     "Well hop aboard then. There's many orchards and farms on the way to Podunk City. We're about to leave anyway."     And with that, the trailmon booms out "All aboard for Podunk City! One minute until depature!" 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden blinks but nods a few times, jumping on his feet and moving to the closest car, "Thank you." he says loudly, rushing to get a seat by the window and admire view while he traveled. 

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3560/Elves and Reindeer

2015-12-30T17:43:23Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     There is a lot to take in when one visits Techno Urbania. This part of Urbania has many different competing styles of skyscrapers and many near-future technologies find their home here, including domestic robots such as MMS' shinki. This time of year, there's a lot of shoppers in Techno Urbania's district of malls, and a lot of noise.     Kari and her 'sister' Harriet are dressed in festive Santa-themed coats and hats designed for their tiny frames, ringing tiny little bells as they collect toys for children. Naturally they've set up their booth near a large toy store.     Kari is the smaller of the pair, being only six inches tall. The red and white of her hat and coat clashes with the deep blue of the 'jumpsuit' underneath. She's cheerfully ringing the little bell and exhorting people to donate toys for unfortunate children.     Her sister, Harriet, is twice as tall as Kari. In addition to the hat and coat, she's wearing fake elf ears that clash with her deep tan skin and platinum-colored hair. She seems less enthusiastic than Kari is, merely ringing the bell and looking a bit bored unless somebody is putting a toy in the bin. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden is not so much a shopper, as a random, somewhat lost person that was trying to explore more of what the multiverse had to offer, and after making sure he might be able to return to where he was staying, he figured he'd venture out!. So far it had been impressive, he never visited such a city! the gears and other details catch his attention, and he makes sure to check the people with santa suits, and even donated what little money he had on him. He eventually does find the two rather small people on santa coats and hats, and moves to check on them, idly wondering if they were some sort of toys, or even creatures like himself. He tries waving at them a few times. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     "HI~!" Kari says cheerfully to Alden, peering down from their shelf-like stand. "Merry Christmas to you, little... boy? Girl?" Kari starts looking confused, not sure what to make of the odd little lizard. "Um, sorry! I'm not trying to be rude!" she adds sheepishly.     Harriet glances over as she accepts a bundle of gift cards from a pleasant looking older couple, thanking them for their donation. And people donate things like die-cast cars or 12 inch dolls, keeping the bigger shinki occupied. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden smiles when one of the small... creatures? talks to him, smiling and waving again, "Hi!" he chirps happily, moving closer and chuckling, "No offense, you can call me Alden." he says softly, looking at the pair curiously, and the gifts being donated, "Wish I had something to donate." he mumbles. He only seems to have a belt with a deckbox, and a weird handheld device clipped on it. "Maybe I can get something later." he says. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari looks thoughtfully at Alden. "Maybe you could help us get more donations? We have a pair of reindeer antlers for a big person that looks like it'd fit you! We're supposed to be playing Santa's elves, so a reindeer would be pretty cool! Oh..." She thinks for a moment...     "You get along with kids, right?" 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden tilts his head a bit to look at Kari, moving even closer for a few moments, "Reinder? will that work with me?" he asks softly, before he looks around at the other people, "Well, I like to think I do, but I don't have much experience with kids, sure i can try." he says with a smile. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     "Totally! Kids will love a lizardy reindeer they can hug! Alden the wolf-skinned reindeer! It sounds like a TV holiday movie already!" She's fairly confident this will work.     Kari ohs. "My name is Kari!" She beams brightly at Alden and points towards her sister. "That's my sister Harriet! Nice to meet you, Alden!"     Harriet is currently unable to greet Alden, as she has been knocked over into the bin by a deluge of donations.     There's a beat before Kari realizes that Harriet isn't responding, and glances around for her sister. "Harriet?" "Mmmph!" comes from the bin, which has something moving under the packaged toys. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden moves to reach and help poor Harriet!, an advantage of being larger!. He makes sure to place her back on the shelf if he can reach her, "Are you ok?" he asks, smiling at the idea of the lizardy reindeer, "I'm sold, give me the antlers." he tells Kari, his tail twitching in a lazy wag. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     She was buried under a bag of girl's fashion dolls, but was easy enough for Alden to help out from under the plastic toys. Harriet shudders and says quietly as she puts her hat back on. "Their dead eyes... judging me." Must have been slightly creepy for her, since the dolls were about her size. She bows politely to Alden. "Thank you Alden. I'm Harriet, a custom-model shinki like Kari. We're basically small domestic robots."     And a small mechanical-looking rabbit shoots out of the pile of donations and lands expertly next to Harriet, wearing a pair antlers in front of its 'ears', with a small round red ball stuck to its nose. It settles next to Harriet, ears moving this way and that.     Kari whews as everything turns out okay. She retrieves the antlers and hands them down to Alden. "They adjust too!" 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden grins and shakes his head towards Harriet, "Dont' mention it, I am sure you would help me if the same happened to me." he says, before squeaking in a rather... non dignified manner when the bunny appears, stumblingback before once again reaching for the offered antlers, carefully settling them, now he has three horns!. "Like this?" he asks. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari grins at Alden. "Perfect! But... something's missing." She looks like she's thinking hard for a moment.     Harriet carts a large ringing bell over to Alden. "He needs a bell to ring, Kari." she says, trying to pass the musical instrument to Alden. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden grins and adjusts it a bit so it is comfortable and tries to find a mirror to look at himself, before he notices the large bell, grasping it and ringing it a few times, "There we go, all set!" 

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3545/Digital Meeting

2015-12-22T20:05:23Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     A plume of dust rises from the horizon as the distant sound of a motor whines. Something is moving across the lake, and quickly too. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden was exploring the area, holding a large pastry in his hands, and awkwardly wearing a belt which held a cardbox, and a smallish hand held device of some sort. He was trying to poke a small crystal that emitted coldness, when he hears an engine!. His first reflex is to try to scan the area for digimons, but quickly aborts the effort and instead focuses on looking around for the source of that noise. 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     THe noise is a hovercraft being piloted by a red dragon-like digimon with horns and what looks like a headset, grinning like a mainiac and wearing goggles to protect its eyes from the crystalline dust that the ramshackle hovercraft is kicking up. (Shoutmon: http://wikimon.net/Shoutmon).     Holding on for dear life to the passenger seat, being thrown around like a pinball, is a smaller digimon, round and golden, with just one hand. That's definitely an odd MetalMamemon.     "Slow down, I'm seeing my life flash before my eyes!" says the smaller digimon.     "Dude! I told you before, I love speed! You want off, let go!" The speed-crazed shoutmon yells back to its passenger.     Well, this might hurt, but the golden metalmamemon lets go then. There's an awkward clunk as he ends up launched out of the hovercraft, bounces a few times uncontrolled, and rolls to a stop next to a crystal on the shore. "Ow..." 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden has a good seat to at least watch the exchange, blinking a few times as if trying to be sure if what he is seeing is true. They look like digimon, at least the metal one does, and his inner senses tell him yes, both are digimon!. He lets out a rather loud squeak when the shorter one apparently falls from the craft, and rolls to the shore, quickly running to check on him!. "Hey!, are you ok?" he asks, even as he reaches to help Gold up. 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:''' Golden accepts the help, though admittedly it is a short trip up from the ground given his size.     "Yeah, I'll be-" He looks up at the gabumon. "Huh. Haven't met you before. People call me Golden, nice to meet you." He sets about dusting himself off. The crystal powder is like glitter; it may never truly go away. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden is surprised to see people shorter than him in all honestly, and looks quite pleased to see a fellow digimon!, his tail is wagging as far as a stubby, lizardish limb can. He grins and shakes Golden's hand in his own, "I'm Alden, very glad to meet you." he replies. Watching the metal 'mon dust himself he tries to help a bit, "I wish I had a rag or something to help get you clean." he says before moving a bit, "Are you ok? that looked painful." 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     Golden tries to dust himself off. "No kidding. This stuff is worse than dust."     "Ah, I'll be bruised, but. I'm mostly metal anyway." Golden raps his fist on his corroded and pitted metal face mask thing. "Yeah, I don't run into too many digimon I don't know either. So what's your story, Alden?" he asks, curious about the gabumon's background. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden nods a few times, "That's good, I mean being metal like that." he replies, dusting his hands on his sides a bit, and smiles, "You are the first digimon I see since appearing in this place."he replies, tilting his head to one side and slowing down his wag. "Well, me and my tamer were trying to get away from a very bad thing destroying the piece of the digital world we were on, we got separated, I ended up holding his D-arc and cards, and found a portal that took me here." he says, trying to keep it short. 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:''' Golden ohs. That's a lot of stuff he doesn't know about. "Huh. Well, I think I'm from a different Digital World from you. I have no idea what a D-Arc or what a Tamer uses cards for. Where I was from, the super computer in charge of the Digital World decided it was going to destroy everything it couldn't control and start over. So it release a nasty plague that killed... at least nine out of ten digimon. The rest of us that weren't picked for rebooting the new world were then hunted and killed. The world was ending and then the warpgates to here opened." He explains. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden whimpers as he hears the story from the metal digimon, "Well... in my case, the disaster was called D reaper... it was an old safeguard installed in the system were we came from, and was trying to delete the digital world and... well... I think restart things, so it does not sound as different in a sense." he says, "Seems we ran away in the nick of time." he muses, "I just hope my tamer is ok." he muses, before smiling, "Oh?, you don't?, well, perhaps I can show you the D-arc and cards." he says softly. 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:''' Golden nods as best as he can. "Yeah, most of the survivors had a anti-virus to the plague. Some like me were just too tough for it to erase. Yeah sure, what is a D-Arc and what do cards have to do with it?" The diminutive digimon looks curiously at Alden. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden smiles and simply sits down on the ground, feeling relaxed since Golden seems friendly enough. He reaches for the small device he was holding, it had a screen, a card reader, and a few buttons. "Well, the D arc is what my tamer used to lend me power... with the help of these digimon cards." he begins, "It can be used to let someone see what I am seeing, and even hold me inside." he says. "As for the cards... they can basically grant me bonuses, and sometimes even gear for a bit." 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:''' Golden nods quietly, looking at the D-Arc. "We didn't have anything like this back home. I never even met a human until I ended up here. So does it let you digivolve?" 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden smiles, "I can actually digivolve to my champion form on my own, but it is kind of hard, especially since I got attacked by the D-reaper... I was almost destroyed... my human friend and this D-arc saved me, but I guess I might be a bit corrupted." he says softly, "But, yes, with this I can evolve further, and much more easily." 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:''' Golden ohs as Alden explains about the corruption, and winces. "I guess the D-Reaper is a lot like Program X then. I'm pretty badly corrupted; I'd be a WarGreymon if I wasn't." He glances about sheepishly.     "I think that's why I turned out tiny, gold, and branded." He points to the sunburst crest on his metal mask thing. "Pretty sure I'm also only alive because I have a Crest of Courage. Too stubborn to die." He grins at his last words. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden smiles as he notices the crest, "Wargreymon eh?" he says, "That's great, heard about them." he replies, before nodding, "I was lucky my tamer was as stubborn as you are..." he says, before grinning, "Can you digivolve back to it?" he asks softly. 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     "Sometimes. It's not a sure thing and usually it has to be a pretty big problem or somebody threatening things I care about." Golden explains. "How about you? Most gabumon turn into garurumon where I'm from." 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden rubs the back of his head, "I can't really hold my evolutions for long, but starting to get better at it." he says, "like I mentioned, I can become garurumon on my own, and that's as far as I can do without someone helping me." he says softly, "I kinda hoped to be able to become one permanently, but never got the chance." 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:''' Golden hrms with a grin. "Well Alden, lots of responsibilities come with better digivolutions. Hey, where's this tamer of yours? Did you get separated form him?" 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden nods slowly and sighs, "Yeah... we got forced appart while the level of the digital world was being destroyed, I do hope he found his way back home." he says, "I mena, I think i saw him jumping into a portal as well, but I am not sure." 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:''' Golden sighs. "Could have ended up anywhere then." He rubs the back of his head. "Well hey, let's trade radio tags so we can talk to each other, Alden." 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden shakes his head for a moment and seems to cheer up a bit, "Radio tags?" he asks curiously. 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:''' Golden says, "Yeah, like private frequencies. Like a phone number some people use." 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden nods, "Ah, sounds nice." he says, "Sure, we can do that." 

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Another Time, Another Village (Golden)

2015-09-17T15:53:30Z

Darzoni:

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      The raid brought back memories, as so many recent events did. There was another village, a different would-be conquerer.
      The sun beat down on the small coastal village, adding to the heat of the burning shacks and buildings. Signs of violence in the form of spent traps and weapons used in ambush, blasted earth here and there. Broken cages and crude war machines lie strewn about. An unconscious digimon might be sprawled in the ruin or dirt. The sound of sniffling and crying comes from the packed dirt of the village center, a blue and white winged dragon digimon tying up the wounds of others despite his own injuries, surrounded by the other survivors.
      A cry came from a small raptorish digimon, pointing towards a tall black and winged figure with eyes glowing red. Sensing more trouble was coming, the Aero-Veedramon urged the older survivors to flee into the hills, he'd do what he could to buy time.
      As Goroubei landed in the devimon's path, the tall dark digimon sneered. "I see you're the one who caused me all thise grief." The long fingers of his hand gestured to the ruined cages and ballista.
      The Aero-Veedramon grinned toothly, menacingly. "Can't take all the credit, the villagers helped. The name's Goroubei."
      The devimon regarded the defiant digimon with cold red eyes. "Why do you fight? The villagers are already slaves to Yggdrasil, so why fight a small shuffle in management?"
      Goroubei tilts his horned head at the other digimon. "Yggdrasil takes, sure, but it also gives. Its agents keep the peace in return for what we give. What /you/ offer is pain and misery." A taloned hand points accusingly.
      The devimon waves a hand in a gesture of annoyance. "Enough banter, to business!"
      It is an ugly fight with no grace or finesse, the two tearing at each other tooth and nail, eventually taking to the skies. But then the dragon's wings are shredded to rags, his grip on the devimon broken with a blow to the wrist. And he falls onto the smouldering remains of a hut, badly burned before he can get out of it. He lay there on the ground, breathing and waiting for the final blow to land.
      The devimon landed, breath ragged. He snarled at the fallen defender, almost laughing. "You've failed, and your reward will be hearing their screams before I end you." And the devimon turns towards where the survivors fled. Something twists and breaks in Goroubei, and he surges to his feet, barely able to see through the pain. He leaps onto the devimon's back with a blood-curdling roar and digs talons into the other's face and pulls, tearing through it as the devimon's own scream joins the dragon's roar. The devimon violently rips Goroubei off his back, the dragon's talons tearing through more flesh, flinging him to the ground with a crack.
      There's a moment where they stare murderously at each other, battered and tired. There's the sound of the fires, the silence of the survivors in the distance watching with their breath held. Goroubei moved first, struggling to get to his feet. But his legs wouldn't work, his clawed hands gripping the dirt for purchase as a cruel smile spread over the dark-hearted digimon's ruined face. He needed to get up, to stop the creature of darkness in front of him. It was the only thing in the world that mattered to him at the moment. Deep within his digicore, something broke, and he felt a surge of strength flow through him as light gently consumed his form.
      The devimon screamed in rage and frustration as he realized what was happening. "NO! NO NO NO NO NO!" An armored dragonman rose from where the blue dragon had been, now burdened with the form of a hero. Futile fury moved the devimon and a rain of blows struck Goroubei's great shield, the crest upon it glowing a warm orange. When the digimon's fury had been spent, he collapsed his knees.
      "Go on then. End it." The dark creature said weakly.
      With no joy and perhaps a trace of sadness, Goroubei obliged.
 (Music: [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vbHnix-z7zA Jacob and the Angel])

Another Time, Another Village (Golden)

2015-08-31T18:43:29Z

Darzoni: Fixing Formatting Woes.

Another Time, Another Village (Golden)

2015-08-31T18:38:43Z

Darzoni: One of Golden's Memories.

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The raid brought back memories, as so many recent events did. There was another village, a different would-be conquerer.

The sun beat down on the small coastal village, adding to the heat of the burning shacks and buildings. Signs of violence in the form of spent traps and weapons used in ambush, blasted earth here and there. Broken cages and crude war machines lie strewn about. An unconscious digimon might be sprawled in the ruin or dirt. The sound of sniffling and crying comes from the packed dirt of the village center, a blue and white winged dragon digimon tying up the wounds of others despite his own injuries, surrounded by the other survivors.

A cry came from a small raptorish digimon, pointing towards a tall black and winged figure with eyes glowing red. Sensing more trouble was coming, the Aero-Veedramon urged the older survivors to flee into the hills, he'd do what he could to buy time.

As Goroubei landed in the devimon's path, the tall dark digimon sneered. "I see you're the one who caused me all thise grief." The long fingers of his hand gestured to the ruined cages and ballista.

The Aero-Veedramon grinned toothly, menacingly. "Can't take all the credit, the villagers helped. The name's Goroubei."

The devimon regarded the defiant digimon with cold red eyes. "Why do you fight? The villagers are already slaves to Yggdrasil, so why fight a small shuffle in management?"

Goroubei tilts his horned head at the other digimon. "Yggdrasil takes, sure, but it also gives. Its agents keep the peace in return for what we give. What /you/ offer is pain and misery." A taloned hand points accusingly.

The devimon waves a hand in a gesture of annoyance. "Enough banter, to business!"

It is an ugly fight with no grace or finesse, the two tearing at each other tooth and nail, eventually taking to the skies. But then the dragon's wings are shredded to rags, his grip on the devimon broken with a blow to the wrist. And he falls onto the smouldering remains of a hut, badly burned before he can get out of it. He lay there on the ground, breathing and waiting for the final blow to land.

The devimon landed, breath ragged. He snarled at the fallen defender, almost laughing. "You've failed, and your reward will be hearing their screams before I end you." And the devimon turns towards where the survivors fled. Something twists and breaks in Goroubei, and he surges to his feet, barely able to see through the pain. He leaps onto the devimon's back with a blood-curdling roar and digs talons into the other's face and pulls, tearing through it as the devimon's own scream joins the dragon's roar. The devimon violently rips Goroubei off his back, the dragon's talons tearing through more flesh, flinging him to the ground with a crack.

There's a moment where they stare murderously at each other, battered and tired. There's the sound of the fires, the silence of the survivors in the distance watching with their breath held. Goroubei moved first, struggling to get to his feet. But his legs wouldn't work, his clawed hands gripping the dirt for purchase as a cruel smile spread over the dark-hearted digimon's ruined face. He needed to get up, to stop the creature of darkness in front of him. It was the only thing in the world that mattered to him at the moment. Deep within his digicore, something broke, and he felt a surge of strength flow through him as light gently consumed his form.

The devimon screamed in rage and frustration as he realized what was happening. "NO! NO NO NO NO NO!" An armored dragonman rose from where the blue dragon had been, now burdened with the form of a hero. Futile fury moved the devimon and a rain of blows struck Goroubei's great shield, the crest upon it glowing a warm orange. When the digimon's fury had been spent, he collapsed his knees.

"Go on then. End it." The dark creature said weakly.

With no joy and perhaps a trace of sadness, Goroubei obliged.

2886/Registration Day!=Kari turns 2!

2015-08-25T14:30:26Z

Darzoni: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2015/08/23 |Location=Techno Urbania |Synopsis=Kari's 'birthday' party. |Thanks= |Cast of Characters=276, 279 |Tinyplot= |Tinyplot2= |pretty=yes }} ..."

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     It was unknown how many people would arrive at the party, but Kari didn't expect many since people tended to be busy. So Zarenna allowed Kari to have the Registration Day party in the condo. Both Kari and her larger sister Harriet have cleaned the place spotlessly. There is a small chocolate cake with strawberry frosting (because Kari thinks people like chocolate cake the best), some mint ice cream safely in the freezer, and a few cards and little gifts from people in the building.     Kari waits by the door for people, humming some pop song or another with an infectious melody. Harriett is reading a book.     "Maybe people forgot?" Kari says nervously.     "Did you remember send out the invitations?" Harriett says to her sister.     Kari glances at the stack of invitations next to her. "Oh, I knew I forgot something." 

:'''{{#var:279|Maxine Sandberg (279)}} has posed:''' Maxine still managed to hear about the party somehow despite Kari forgetting to send out many of the invitations. Even if Kari's with the Confederacy, she's chatted before with the shinki without many problems. Plus, she figures it would be a good idea to take a break from the lab. It's certainly been hectic with the back to school sales going on. She figures they can handle things without for a few hours. Maxine arrives outside the condo carrying a small wrapped box. She rings the doorbell and waits patiently for someone to answer it. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari gets excited when the doorbell rings, hopping down off the counter and bouncing over to the door, where she presses the little button that lets the shinki open the door.     She looks up at Maxine, sans her armor today. "Hi!" She looks confused a moment as she tries to remember who the guest is. "Um... I think you're Maxine, right? Are you here for my Registration Day party?" 

:'''{{#var:279|Maxine Sandberg (279)}} has posed:''' Maxine smiles as she looks down and sees tiny robot, "Hello again Kari, I haven't see you in a while. Yes, that would be correct on both accounts." She nods in agreement. The scientist makes sure Kari's out of the way before she steps inside, "Where should I put my gift? She looks around and doesn't see anyone else beside the two of them and Harriet, "Did I arrive too early?" 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Harriet glances. "Kari got too excited about planning what she wanted to do with the party and forgot to send out the invitations." That said, the taller augmented shinki gets up and offers Maxine one of the juices Kari has selected for the guests.     Kari looks really sheepish. "Um... yeah. I forgot. But thanks for coming! The gifts are over there." She points towards a section of the countertop where a little handmade (presumably by Kari) sign says 'Welcome guests!' with a few cards and tiny packages sit.     "Do you want a piece of cake, Ms. Maxine?" Kari asks eagerly. 

:'''{{#var:279|Maxine Sandberg (279)}} has posed:''' Maxine tries not to giggle a bit at that, "Well, hopefully a few others make as well at least. Maxine will be fine." She carefully sets the gift down with the others. "Yes, please. Who's your friend, Kari?" She hasn't met Harriet before after all. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari erms. "It's impossible for me to not address humans and people like them without mister or miss, Ms. Maxine. It's how I am!" If she could blush she would be doing so.     Harriet hrms? "I'm not her friend, I'm her sister." she explains.     Kari starts explaining enthusiastically. "Harriet is an awesome and cool sister who can bounce off walls and has a robot rabbit-"     Harriet interjects "It's a hare." but Kari doesn't seem to notice.     "And has machine gun laser and swords! Master built her with Mister Taro's help!"     Harriet bows politely to Maxine, thoroughly embarassed by her older sister. 

:'''{{#var:279|Maxine Sandberg (279)}} has posed:''' Maxine grins as she hears Kari go on about Harriet. "I'm glad to hear to you two get along so well. Family is important after all. A robot hare, that sounds both cute and dangerous. I suppose that could be said of much of the Multiverse." She knows the Shinki can fight quite well so she's certainly not going brush them off. Still, a part of Maxine finds the tiny robot girls to be adorable. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Harriet sighs. "It's a drone I control." she explains to Maxine.     "And the rab- HARE turns into Harriet's armor!" Kari says. Isn't it usually the little sisters that gush about their older sisters? Kari suddenly blinks and stops. "Oh... did you want some cake?" She says to Maxine, pointing to the little pink cake with slices of strawberries on top. "Master baked it, I did the frosting, and Harriet sliced all the strawberries." 

:'''{{#var:279|Maxine Sandberg (279)}} has posed:''' "Animals that turn into armor? That might sell as a toy too." It's impossible for Maxine to complete to take her mind completely off work. "Though not combat functionable, of course." She's not about to give innocent kids access to weapons. "Yes, please. That sounds delicious." She does like strawberries after all. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Harriet calmly slices Maxine a slice of the cake, which is revealed to have a rich brownie-like chocolate interior. "It's because I'm twice again as big as a shinki. Storing the armor in the Slipway would be too inefficient and consume a lot of power. So Master and Taro built my drone to become the armor." The hare is on the counter as well, nudging the red plastic cup of utensils towards Harriet.     In a splash of light, Kari has put her armor on and joined Harriet up on the kitchen's island counter, separating one of the paper plates from the stack so Harriet can put it on something.     "Harriet's bigger and stronger, so she can cut the cake and move it a lot easier than me!" Kari says.     "Isn't it normally the younger sister that worships the older one?" Harriet says with exasperation, carefully putting the wedge of cake on the paper plate. Kari pulls a fork out from the utensile cup and triumphantly sticks it in the top of the cake slice.     "We also have mint ice cream." Kari says, seeming to ignore her sister. 

:'''{{#var:279|Maxine Sandberg (279)}} has posed:''' "I don't want to trouble you too much, I could have cut the cake myself." Maxine figures she would have a much easier time with the cake then either of them. She takes the cake from Kari gratefully and takes a bite, "You all did a wonderful job on it. What does the armor use as a power source?" She can't help but to be a bit curious about that now. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari ohs. "They're batteries! Like what's in Harriet and me and my drones. None of us use the normal shinki batteries though."     Harriet regards Maxine curiously. "Kari has a second armor that uses more power and my own systems use things that a normal battery wouldn't be sufficient for."     Kari realizes something and looks at Maxine curiously. "Do you work with robots, Ms. Maxine?" 

:'''{{#var:279|Maxine Sandberg (279)}} has posed:''' "Yes, I'm a roboticist for Fundroids, it's a toy company." Maxine confirms Kari's question as she takes another bite of the cake. "Of course it never hurts to familiarize myself with other kinds of robots in the Multiverse. Yes, a battery designed for a shinki certainly wouldn't work for someone who's larger. You would drain a normal battery quite fast." 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari oooohs. "Are Fundroids like Shinki?" She asks, an inquisitive expression on her face. 

:'''{{#var:279|Maxine Sandberg (279)}} has posed:''' "Fundroids usually aren't designed for combat and come in a wider variety of sizes than Shinki. We have a seperate division that handles robots designed for battle But yes, there are Fundroids that are roughly the size of Shinki." Maxine smiles as she sees Kari's reaction. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari ohs. "Do they think like shinki? I mean... are they people once they get turned on?"     Harriet, remembering that Kari seems to think the toaster is her best friend, says, "Maybe you should open Maxine's present before she has to go, Kari." 

:'''{{#var:279|Maxine Sandberg (279)}} has posed:''' "Well, most of them have a limited degree of self-awareness. The government wouldn't let us sell them otherwise. Though there are Fundroids that have became self-aware on their own like Annie. I support robot rights of course, but I rather not cause too much legal troube either." Maxine sighs a bit as she says that. She knows what she can do without breaking the law is limited. Once Kari opens the small box, there's a small device she can stand on, "It's a special device that can let Fundroids link up with certain video games. I've modified so it should work with Shinki as well. I hope you enjoy it." She adjusts her glasses a bit as she waits for Kari's reaction. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari scratches her head and opens up the instructions to read it a bit since she doesn't /quite/ get what the device is for. "So it's a little like the testing station Master put my CMS in when she was rebuilding my body... Only with no math! I'll have to find some of these games then and then play them! Turbo Trucks and Tanks looks fun." She beams. 

:'''{{#var:279|Maxine Sandberg (279)}} has posed:''' "I hope you have fun with it. Rebuilding your body? That sounds painful. I know the feeling. I mean I'm not a robot but I can sympthize." Maxine cringes a bit as she's reminded of her own injuries. "Yes, I should be going soon but thank you for the invite. It was a pleasure seeing you again Kari, and meeting you Harriet. Hopefully, we can get together again sometime." She could stand to socalize outside of work more. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari waves to Maxine and says cheerily "Thanks for coming Ms. Maxine! Thank you for the present too!"     Harriet bows politely to their departing guest and is much quieter. "I hope you enjoyed your visit, Maxine." 

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2896/Attention Shoppers!

2015-08-25T14:29:35Z

Darzoni: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2015/08/25 |Location=Urbania |Synopsis=A Gottsumon and Pumpmon joyride around the Terlawk Mall, only to be stopped by denizens of the Multiverse. ..."

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     THE SUNNY TERLAWK MALL. No Apocalypse Cows today, and the mall is packed with shoppers of all ages! Children, teenagers, young adults, mothers, fathers, and grandparents are here today, and as usual for such things, there is _no parking_ anywhere close to the mall's entrances. And the place is packed with people, all looking for mass consumer goods.     Except for one long stretch of the mall, where people are diving out of the way as they realize what the high-pitched puttering sound means and the shouts of mall cops on segways following behind mean. On the high-powered Vespa scooter are two strange humanoid figures about the size of a small child, both of which seem to be wearing Halloween costumes. One has a body suit presumably made of a burlap material stitched together roughly with mitteny paws for hands, and a bright orange jack-o-lantern with an axe embedded in it with glowing yellow dots in the eyes, the mouth carved in a wide gaping grin with trianglur 'teeth' and a ragged green cloak thrown about its neck. The other looks to be made of rocks, with golden eyes peering out from recessed eye-sockets, also grinning like a loon as they speed through the mall's galleries.     (Pumpmon: http://wikimon.net/Pumpmon)     (Gottsumon: http://wikimon.net/Gottsumon) 

:'''{{#var:136|Rarity (136)}} has posed:''' And shoppers of all species as well! By this point people have gotten use to seeing Ponies in places other than Equestria and rarely stared at. So it probably means people are staring instead at the large designer summer hat Rarity is wearing while she's in a checkout line. Some odds and ends for work, some things for her own projects, and one of those cheezy Mr. Microphones that changes your voice when you talk in it. That should amuse Sweetie Belle and her friends as a present for not bringing her with. It's all loaded up in what must be Saddle Bags of Holding before she finally heads out of the store. Just in time for the cart to go speeding past. With a small yeep she grabs her hat with one hoof to keep it from being whipped off. "How rude!" 

:'''{{#var:1|Kirito (1)}} has posed:'''     Kirito didn't come here to shop. He was out on patrol when he heard the really REALLY weird announcement come across his Union PDA. ON patrol as in, flying high above the city idly and using the free time to think with the Multiverse rolling along beneath him...     After a few moments of confounded blinking the Spriggan warrior detours down towards the mall and heads on in. He doesn't appear armed, but he IS dressed in a thick black outfit that looks right out of an action movie from fantasyland, the kind that's easily as quality as a bulletproof vest.     He can easily locate where the commotion is because it's where others are running away FROM. This means that Kirito crosses the distance with lots of huge leaps until he finally ends up within sight of Rarity and the two lunatic troublemakers.     He promptly makes a face at the latter. Utter, comical disbelief.     What the hell is he even looking at? 

:'''{{#var:686|Gakupo Kamui (686)}} has posed:''' Thankfully Gakupo didn't have to worry about parking. He was supposed to be here, not as a shopper, but as entertainment! A game shop in the mall has started to stock a video game that his parent company made, so he gets to promote it. With probably the last song that he should be using to promote it. But hey, the people listening seem to like it anyway.     Even if I'm tired, get to the next stage! (RMT...tt...RMT...)     Swinging a pole, depraved, at everything at life,     Teach us that taboos are rules (mm...MPK...mm...PK)     And about the times confused with a thousand years ago... The scooter goes whizzing past him where he's performing outside the game store, forcing him to jump back or risk being hit. "What the... HEY!" He steps forward again, raising a fist to shake it in the air. "Be careful, you're going to hurt somebody like that!" Yeah he has no idea what's going on either. 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     YOINK. The gottsumon manages to snatch a makeup kit from one of Rarity's satchels and opens it up with delight, applying the blush, eyeliner, and lipstick as they whizz through the galleria. "Hey Jake, look at me! I'm one of those models on the billboard!" Yes, the gottsumon looks every bit as ridiculous as one would imagine a graveley sounding rock kid to be wearing heavy and badly applied makeup.     Jake the Pumpmon glances back at the gottsumon, chortling. "Ahahaha! Oh man, that's great Ellis! Wait, watch this!" And the mitten-like hand reaches out as they come across Gakupo Kamui, snatching the microphone from the elaborately dressed man. There's a feedback squeal before the Pumpmon's falsely lowered voice blares from the speakers in front of the gameshop that Kamui was promoting at. "ATTENTION SHOPPERS. THERE'S A BLUE LIGHT SPECIAL ON CRUSTY UNDERWEAR. MONDAY MONDAY MONDAY!" And the mike is chucked aside as the pair laugh it up.     The mall cops seem pretty irate, chasing after the pair on segways, weaving in and out of shoppers that are just trying to flee. A few misjudge their swerves and crash themselves into benches, carts, and planters like alien aerospace fighters crashing into canyon walls or large desert rocks. The lead cop is on the bullhorn. "SHOPPERS, PLEASE REMAIN CALM. PROCEED TO THE NEAREST EMERGENCY EXIT FOR YOUR OWN SAFETY." Kirito is perfectly right to feel intense disbelief at the extremely ludicrous scene at the mall today, and a few of the security guards whiz by him at the maximum speed of 15 MPH on their scooters while he's disbelieving his eyes. 

:'''{{#var:136|Rarity (136)}} has posed:''' Rarity was about to just walk away after the passing, but notices the pumpkin-head messing with makeup. Turns her head to one side, and being as OCD as she can be at times, immeadiately notices the spot in a bag where it was suppose to be. "Why those little!" Rarity starts to give chase as well, but how is she ever going to catch up running? Not worrying about speed here. She IS a horse, after all. But it would mean working up a sweat. An answer comes as she rounds a corner, then skids to a stop as she spots a donut kiosk across the way and another mall cop having stopped for a crullier and coffee. Rarity runs over, and jumps on his parked ride. "Pardon mio, borrowing!" And now there's also a prissy white unicorn on a 'borrowed' segway getting into the chase as well. How do you even work those handles with hooves, anywa.. oh right, unicorn, she's got magic. 

:'''{{#var:1|Kirito (1)}} has posed:'''     After getting a basic idea of the nature of this mess and snapping himself out of that funk, Kirito decides his best course of action is to join the chase! And the moment he does... WHOOOOOOOOOOOSH!     The Spriggan doesn't have his Sprinting skill MAXED OUT for nothing. He takes off like a sports car, quickly hitting several times the speed the segways can manage... and that's probably holding back!     In fact, upon nearing the pair of troublemakers the boy launches himself towards the ceiling and continues to run UPSIDE DOWN for a good twenty meters before he kicks off the ground and goes skidding down to the ground in front of the two.     "Sorry. The crazy train's about to make its final stop!" 

:'''{{#var:686|Gakupo Kamui (686)}} has posed:''' "Hey! Bring that back you little brats!" Gakupo calls out as the microphone is snagged from his hand. Thankfully he wasn't using his headset mic-- if they'd stolen THAT, it would probably have broken something, given it's physically plugged into him when in use! Realizing that there was makeup stolen from the pony's bag makes Gakupo realize that the delinquents need to be stopped. Rarity gets on a segway... and Gakupo does the same! Seems like a good idea at the time. His reflexes are faster than a human's, maybe it'll be all right. Zoom! Though Kirito probably zooms past them BOTH with his maxed-out sprinting! Still, Gakupo is on a segway, and he is chasing the delinquients! 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     Both Jake and Ellis shout loudly in alarm as they see a fast dude skid to a halt in front of them, the panicked Pumpmon trying to stop the Vespa as hard as he can. It slews to one side, skidding and sliding, and then /throws/ the two passengers into the decorative fountain behind Kirito before tumbling over three or four times and stopping, perfectly upright somehow and the kickstand out for it to lean on. Figures.     Jake and Ellis come splashing out of the water at Kirito looking fierce but... They instead grovel at Kirito's feet, the water puddling around them and Kirito. "Oh man, please don't hurt us!" "We were just having fun! We didn't hurt anyone we swear!" "We're harmless digimon!" It's kind of hard to tell which of the two is saying what, what with the abject groveling and seemingly sincere repentance. There's time for the mall cops, Rarity, and Gakupo to catch up and take in the scene. The security officers brandish their pepper sprays and shout at the two digimon (still assuming they're delinquent children of some sort...) to surrender themselves.     There's an electric hum in the background that abruptly rises in loudness and intensity, the lights flickering suddenly. Electronic devices of all sorts start acting up, showing meaningless symbols and static as their screens flicker and their speakers blaring out modem sounds.     The small digimon look around and tremble even more. "Uh oh... something's coming..." says Ellis, trembling with fear. There's an awful moment of silence as the electronic disturbances stop and the shoppers and mall cops look around in bewilderment.     Jake glances at his partner in crime, eyes wide in fear. The pregnant pause is broken when he asks "Do you think THEY'RE here?!"     As if on cue, the overhead skylights along the galleria shatter in a rain of glass as two large round rabbit-like creatures with green and white fur wearing blue jeans crash downward, floppy ears trailing behind them as they bring their multi-barrel gun arms to bear, looking around for their quarry. One of them bellows. "EXILES, we know you're here. Show yourselves. You have thirty seconds to comply."     (What the Galgomon look like: http://wikimon.net/Galgomon ) 

:'''{{#var:136|Rarity (136)}} has posed:''' First someone manages to run past super-fast, using the ceiling. Then the runaway Vespa speeds by. Then the pack of mall cops. Then Rarity on her borrowed segway, and Gakupo following suit with the same. And then the cart wipes out, pitching it's troublermakers into the fountain! And then the camera pans back to the resting bench they all passed, where a white pony with navy and pink curls is sitting with an mint colored unicorn who is for some reason sitting on her flank leaning back like a person would, slowly lowering the smoothie she was slurping from her mouth. "Isn't avoiding this sort of insanity the reason we took a holiday -away- from Ponyville?" Overhead glass shatters as even more strange creatures drop into the mall. Yet the white pony doesn't even look up from the ad shopper she's looking at. "Just ignore it, Lyra, and it will be done in like half an hour." The shattering glass gets a yelp out of Rarity, but not before she's pulled a parasol out of her bag and opened it over her head. "I swear, you can't walk three steps without coming across trouble these days." Once the glass has stopped following she closes the parasol, only to point it in the direction of the two gun bunnies. "And thirty sections? Really? That is hardly enough time for someone to hear you, much less surrender! And by the way? Bandoliers are so three years ago for the macho look. About the only thing you did right was not try to were cameo print jeans with them!" "HEY LAY OFF THE PANTS!" "Lyra I told you to ignore them..." 

:'''{{#var:1|Kirito (1)}} has posed:'''     Kirito makes yet another face of disbelief at the site of two waterlogged Digimon - not that he's really sure what they are, but he knows actual kids couldn't possibly be it. Well, then they identify themselves. He immediately tenses a bit. "Digimon?" He knows their kind. And most of their kind seems to either be trouble or IN a lot of trouble.     Cue his own avatar getting fuzzy and staticy. This apparently affects his vision because he claps a hand over his face and rubs his eyes. "What's happening?" Some kind of Digimon trick? But it's over quickly.     Then the other Digimon drop in. With big guns. Kirito responds quickly. One of his hands starts tapping at a menu only he can see. The other points quickly at the gathered mall cops. "I'm Reserve Lieutenant Kirito of the UEF. This is way out of your league. Get out of here! Now!" There's desperation in his voice. Worry for their lives!     Just on cue his gear appears. A black coat materializes around his body, followed by a pair of swords sheathed across his back. He draws ONE of them in a hurry, a black longsword. The other, a crystal-blue weapon of some sort, remains in its scabbard.     Rarity also gets a rather worried look. He knows her - at least, of her - and has no idea if she can handle herself.     A fierce gaze is aimed at the nearest Galgomon. "What do you want?"     It's said in the toughest tone he can manage. 

:'''{{#var:686|Gakupo Kamui (686)}} has posed:''' Ah, good. Gakupo breathes a sigh of relief when Kirito manages to catch the two delinquents. He catches up on the segway, and then looks to the two of them, folding his arms over his chest and looking cross. "You know you two might have hurt someone, zooming through the mall on that thing?" Yes, he's doing the 'upset father' routine. And then suddenly... EMP. The lights in Gakupo's headset and on his bodysuit flicker, and his eyes visibly change from normal looking... to static. An unmodulated sound escapes as he tries to ask what's going on and can't force anything out beyond that. Fortunately it passes quickly, and Gakupo is able to function again. Though when he can see again... he almost wishes he didn't! Suddenly the skylight collapses, and things drop in! Mutant bunnies? With guns for arms?! Fortunately Gakupo has a sword. The blade is drawn and the glass before him is slashed away before it can do ay damage to him. He's artificial anyway, it's not like he's going to bleed, right? Kirito has the 'who are you and what do you want' angle covered. So he stands near the Black Swordsman's side to support in case this goes bad. 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     The security guards don't need to be told twice. They ain't getting paid enough for this, and they're scattering out of the way along with the crowds of shoppers, the ringing of emergency exit door alarms echoing throughout the galleria hall. The sound of panicked screams and crying mingle with the alarms and footfalls as the place begins clearing out in short order.     One of the galgomon spares Rarity a glance. "Your approval is not required, tiny Unimon." It gestures with a gun arm at the two digimon, half-nodding towards its partner.     The other one answers Kirito as it clomps over almost comically after its partner indicates where the Troublesome Two are 'hiding'. "We want the Exiles." It notices the weapon drawn and the menacing parasol, beady black eyes narrowing cautiously. "We do not wish any of you harm, but the Exiles must be exterminated to prevent them from causing further chaos." 

:'''{{#var:136|Rarity (136)}} has posed:''' "Whoa whoa whoooooooa." And despite the warning, and prehaps better sense, Rarity is right there in front of the two delinquants with her forelegs outstretch, as if it could somehow push the two gunbunnies away. "Whoa. Just... whoa." Exiles, Exiles, why does that sound familiar? Was it something Duke mentioned when he's visited Equestria on occasion? "These two may of been causing trouble, but extermination is a bit -harsh- of a reprimand for out of control joyriding." 

:'''{{#var:1|Kirito (1)}} has posed:'''     "Are you two affiliated with Yggdrasil?" Kirito asks, voice still cold. He can't possibly sympathize with any group that would be targeting these two. They're troublemakers, but they'er SCARED AS SHIT. 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:''' The galgomon look at Kirito with a mixture of distrust and surprise. "Yes. How do you know that name?" 

:'''{{#var:1|Kirito (1)}} has posed:'''     "Because I've spoken with Beelzebumon." Kirito answers, brow furrowing intensely. "Your group wiped a whole world clean. And if it's like this--" WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!     There's a rush of wind and suddenly Kirito's RIGHT UP in the face of his answerer. The black blade, Vox Unitas, is held against their neck. "Then I'm sending you back where you came from!"     Some of the others here have seen Kirito. He's RARELY seemed this deeply pissed. That's probably not good. 

:'''{{#var:136|Rarity (136)}} has posed:''' And While Kirito is getting all up in their faces Rarity leeeeeans back towards Pumpmon and Gottsumon and whispers "Now might be a good time to -run and hide-." 

:'''{{#var:686|Gakupo Kamui (686)}} has posed:''' Gakupo's brows draw down into a frown as he listens to the rabbit creatures. Exiles? He watches Rarity step in front of the two young-seeming Digimon. Those two? Exiles? For what? These people want to kill them? Why? "To kill a child... that is dishonorable," he states, moving to stand at Rarity's side. Possibly partially in front of her if she appears to need a 'tank'. Nonetheless he is willing to listen. If there's a real reason these two are dangerous, then maybe it's a better idea. But not without convincing him first. Kirito seems to know something, though, and Gakupo waits, to hear what they have to say. He's about to ask what their crime was... when suddenly Kirito is attacking?! Well, that's left any diplomacy off. Then again... they destroyed an entire world? Then it's possible these two young ones haven't done anything. Maybe they just ARE something that their world disapproves of. Well, Gakupo's not going to let that happen. He doesn't attack just yet, but he takes up a position to protect the two Digimon should they choose to retreat. He's going to have to just trust Kirito knows what's best. 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     Jake uhhs dumbly at Rarity as things start escalating quickly. "You guys are gonna stick up for us after all the trouble we caused?" he asks incredulously of Rarity. People are willing to protect them from the Chosen's hunters? He feels moved! And compelled to at least give them a helping hand before he hauls Ellis' stony behind out of here. He suddenly waves his stubby arms and shouts "Trick or treat!" An a giant pumpkin appears out of nowhere above the galgomon that Kirito isn't menacing, smashing into the holy beast digimon's head with a hollow thump and getting stuck there. There's some flailing and confusion as a consequence from the galgomon as Jake grabs Ellis' hand and hauls butt towards one of the still-ringing emergency exits.     "Thanks you guys! Call us if you need some help! And good luck with the gun-bunnies!" Ellis calls out as he's stumbling towards the exit.     The galgomon that Kirito is sticking up shifts its bulk suddenly, shouting "DUM DUM UPPER!" as its gatling gunarm comes up from under in an uppercut maneuver. Given the differences in reaction times and speed though, Kirito almost certainly has the digimon dead to rights even though galgomon are not nearly as slow as they look.     The other one is struggling with the enormous pumpkin that is obscuring everything but its legs, breaking its tough guy image by asking who turned out the lights and complaining about not being able to see anything. A prime target for somebody to inconvenience. 

:'''{{#var:136|Rarity (136)}} has posed:''' Rarity lets out a soft sigh. Not at the two Digimon, who are thankfully running. It's at realizing what other sacrifices she's going to have to make to save the way. "I was saving this for winter, but..." A flicker of magic and Rarity pulls a scarf out of one of her bags. A... very long scarf. Which she whips at the pumpkin'd Galgomon's legs to tangle them up and farther debilitate his mobility, "it much more suits you for next -fall-." Followed by a pause, and Rarity makes a face at what she just said, muttering something akin to "I've been around Pinkie Pie too much" under her breath. 

:'''{{#var:1|Kirito (1)}} has posed:'''     Kirito COULD get pretty lethal here, but he doesn't. Instead he swerves his body outta the way at lightning speed and slams his blade against the offending gunarm, knocking it off target. He then uses this opening to duck down under the Galgomon's guard and drive an elbow towards his side with a startling degree of strength!     "How can you hit ANYTHING with that speed?!" 

:'''{{#var:686|Gakupo Kamui (686)}} has posed:''' "Compassion and righteousness," Gakupo replies to Jake's incredulously. "This is not justice, it is murder." That's all he can get out before they wisely start to run. But it's true. And as they leave, Gakupo places himself between the rabbit Digimon and the 'holy' Digimon, so they can't pursue the escaping Digimon. Though when Rarity entangles the be-pumpkin'd Digimon's legs, Gakupo sees an opportunity to attack. He suddenly surges forward in a shoulder charge, hoping to topple the Galgomon onto its back. He doesn't go for a lethal attack here, no. His opponent cannot see him; to strike the Galgomon now would be dishonorable. 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     The galgomon sense they're more than a bit outclassed by these strange new beings. They'd been told by their superiors to expect interference from non-digimon, but they are surprised to see that there are non-digimon with supernal abilities like Kirito's, Gakupo's, and even Rarity. Their arrogance and inexperience play into their fall here.     Which is not to say they die, but they are certainly not going to stick around. The galgomon Kirito battered hits the ground and oofs, definitely not getting the better of that exchange. Its partner is comically incapacitated as it tries to right itself, legs flailing from the bottom of the great gourd, rolling about helplessly on its back, screaming about how dark it is and how it wants /out/. It may also be admitting its fear of small enclosed spaces.     The other galgomon picks itself up carefully. "Fine. You've all won. Let me free my partner." it says, gesturing with a three-pronged 'hand' at the struggling galgomon. 

:'''{{#var:136|Rarity (136)}} has posed:''' The others will make sure they actually leave, right? Meanwhile Rarity slips out for the emergency exit herself so she can make sure people got out safely. 

:'''{{#var:1|Kirito (1)}} has posed:'''     Kirito backflips away from the humiliated Galgomon and twirls his blade menacingly. The look in his eyes is pretty clear. If they try anything, he'll continue the assault. "Get out of here." 

:'''{{#var:686|Gakupo Kamui (686)}} has posed:''' That's a call for surrender. Gakupo nods, and then turns to put the sword back into the sheath at his side. It's a practiced, skillful movement. Kirito seems to be in agreement, so he takes a step back. Where Kirito turns his back to the pair Gakupo does not. He's not, however, finished. "I want to know why... but now's not the time to ask. If I call for you on the broadband later, will you answer? Will you come to a neutral place and tell me why?" 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     The galgomon is freed from the preposterous pumpkin by its partner, who smashes it open with a few whacks of its gun arms.     "It's not our place. If Yggdrasil wants to answer your questions, He will send a Royal Knight." The galgomon says as it helps its partner up. "If you're very unlucky, it will be Omegamon." It's trying to calm down and restrain the other galgomon, who clearly wants to pay Jake back for the humiliation of being gourd-bound.     "No, another day. With more of us. Right now, homeward." It gestures upwards. The other one nods glumly before the two of them jump up through the holes in the skylight. Moments later, the electrical disturbances return, for about the same length of time. 

:'''{{#var:686|Gakupo Kamui (686)}} has posed:''' "You can only expect more interference if you are unwilling to explain your motives," Gakupo points out as the pumpkin is being smashed. As the second Galgomon is freed and seems to be in a rage, Gakupo tenses again, sliding a foot back to prepare to defend himself. But the other of the two restrains his partner and leaves. And as before, Gakupo experiences the same interruptions when that interference happens-- the lights on his headset and bodysuit flicker, and his eyes go to 'snow' like and old television set. A staticky hiss escapes his mouth, then a pop. And then when the interference stops, he straightens, and clears his throat. "...That's unpleasant." Then he looks to Kirito, the severe expression leaving his face. He looks worried, in fact, his browd tilting upwards. "What... was that?" he asks. "Who were those creatures...?" 

:'''{{#var:1|Kirito (1)}} has posed:'''     The vanishing of those Digimon causes Kirito's avatar to flicker and blink weirdly. He again looks ill, but only for a moment. Once they're gone he sighs. "At least they weren't arrogant..." And pretty reasonable. And not very good at tactics. Now he knows they'll be coming back!     So he turns to answer Kamui... whilst twirling his blade around exerptly and slamming it back down into its scabbard along his back. "Digimon from Yggdrasil. Digimon are creatures from a digital world. I keep hearing lots of mixed information about them, but one thing I do know is one digital world was assaulted by a group named Yggdrasil. Razed to the ground. There's handfuls of survivors in the Multiverse and they're being hunted." 

:'''{{#var:686|Gakupo Kamui (686)}} has posed:''' Gakupo's eyes widen. "Razed to the ground?" he echoes. "Why would the survivors be hunted? Isn't it enough that they've lost everything?" Now he wants to know more than ever. He remembers something. "A group?" Looking the direction the Galgomon had left in, Gakupo notes, "That one said 'he', not 'they'." Pause, and Gakupo raises a hand to tap at his bottom lip in thought. "Maybe the leader's named Yggdrasil?" 

:'''{{#var:1|Kirito (1)}} has posed:'''     "ooooho... you're right, they did." Kirito rubs his chin, now deep in thought. "We're probably best off tracking down Beelzebumon if we want the full story. He's kind of a jerk but I doubt he'd lie about something that big. Asking these two might help too." 

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2791/Scorched Earth

2015-08-21T19:09:47Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     The hairpin turns and unpaved roads attract some for the thrill of it, while others are here for more important reasons. A ramshackle looking go-kart speeds along at breakneck speeds along these forgotten byways, driven by a small red saurian digimon with a distinct V shaped head, grinning like a maniac as he and his passenger are bounced all over the road in the vehicle. (Reference: http://wikimon.net/Shoutmon) The passenger hangs on for dear life in the rumble seat behind the mania-possessed Shoutmon, smaller than the driver and distinctly shaped like a weird golden ball with limbs (Basic idea: http://wikimon.net/Metal_Mamemon). "Are you sure this is the fastest way to Spike's camp?" the passenger asks.     "Yeah man, totally. Just trust me!" the shoutmon bellows, somehow making more noise than the high-pitched rumbling whine of the engine and wind whipping down the crevasses the roads hug. 

:'''{{#var:492|Blurr (492)}} has posed:'''     The fastest way? A go-kart? Ha! Blurr is of a mind to challenge that. Therefore it's not long before driver and passenger notice a very sleek-looking blue hovercraft quickly approaching from behind. He scans the vehicle ahead, identifying it as a small motorized vehicle designed by humans. And the beings riding in it are one of those people who are like Duke, the Digimon he met before.     The hover speeder pulls up alongside the go-kart, matching its speed, and what appears to be a blond-haired young man in his late teens leans out of the window slightly. "Sure there isn't another way to get to wherever you're going? This isn't exactly what you'd call smooth terrain." 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:''' The smaller digimon shouts back at the teen, struggling more to be heard than out of any anger. "Hey, beggars can't be choosers! Buzz, slow down! You're gonna kill us both!"     "No way man! I got the NEED. FOR. SPEED!" the shoutmon gleefully exclaims, letting out a high-pitched howl of excitement as he tries to pass up the sleeker hovercar. Not going to happen given the vast disparity of quality between the machines, but Buzz believes he can make it.     As if on cue, there's a sharp turn that the kart is taking way too fast. Golden oofs as the taped-together vehicle careens to one side and the shoutmon whips the wheel around to recover and ends up spinning out into the side of the sheer canyon wall. 

:'''{{#var:492|Blurr (492)}} has posed:'''     The passing up thing isn't happening. Nope! Any time the kart speeds up, Blurr just matches it easily. But then the crazy one sends it out of control, causing it to careen to the side toward the canyon wall.     "Slag it!" the Autobot curses, and the hoverspeeder begins to transform. The 'teenager' disappears, and Blurr is suddenly diving toward the wall, attempting to catch the kart and prevent it from coming to harm! 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     The kart is easy to catch, and its riders are clinging to it even as Blurr grabs it.     Both of them are hanging from it as they look at the giant robot in awe.     Buzz speaks first. "That was so awesome!"     While Golden shoots the shoutmon a dirty look. "What'd I /just/ tell you, Buzz?"     The shoutmon is grinning like a loon. "Don't care. Totally worth it."     Golden sighs. "Thanks for saving us. People call me Golden and this is Buzz. He's a Shoutmon and I'm a MetalMamemon." 

:'''{{#var:492|Blurr (492)}} has posed:'''     Blurr nods, putting the kart down as gently as possible. "No problem, but you two should be more careful next time." he says, but gives Buzz a more pointed look. "Why are you coming through here of all places, anyway?" he asks, surveying the extremely treacherous terrain. Perhaps the same ought to be asked of him, but dangerous terrain doesn't faze Blurr as much, since he doesn't have to rely on tires or anything. 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     Buzz says "Golden here wants to talk to some pals of his."     Golden frowns. "Buzz said it was the quickest way to get to where some folks I need to talk do are holed up. There's people hunting us and I want to make sure they're not staying too long in one place. And maybe tell them where safer hidey holes are." The digimon glances around. "Though I guess this place is pretty safe since nobody who doesn't fly would have trouble."     "How about you, why're you out here?"     The shoutmon has decided to occupy himself by inspecting his vehicle, checking various pieces of it to make sure it isn't too damaged. 

:'''{{#var:492|Blurr (492)}} has posed:'''     "Classified." Blurr replies to the question of why he is out here. He smirks a little bit. "Here, safe? Well I guess it depends on safe from -what-." The terrain itself is certainly nothing to joke about. "But if you can find a place that's away from the environmental hazards, said hazards do make it more difficult for whoever's after you to get to you, I suppose."     He pauses. "Who's hunting you?" 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     Golden spares Buzz a glance. "Other digimon, the ones who got tickets into paradise while the rest of the world burned." 

:'''{{#var:492|Blurr (492)}} has posed:'''     Blurr arches a brow ridge at them. "Oh? And why are they after you?" 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     Golden ehs. "Because the god-machine told them to. Pretty much doesn't want anyone to interfere with its pet world. It's also scouting out the Multiverse and will probably decide it doesn't like it. Yggdrasil doesn't like what it can't control." 

:'''{{#var:492|Blurr (492)}} has posed:'''     "Yggdrasil?" Blurr asks. "Who is that? The 'god-machine'?"     "Heh, sounds like a control freak problem." Like how Cybertronian government used to be. 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     Golden nods. "Yeah, pretty much. It's not like anyone who escaped knows how to get into Yggdrasil's private party. Not sure why it wants to finish the job." 

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2707/Ship Shape

2015-08-03T17:00:16Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     The Harlan Yarbrough Maritime Museum of the Logos Archipelago is large, made of a formal drydock facility. Within its expansive grounds are replicas of actual ships that people can wander about and read information on. The museum has a location specific application for portable computing devices (notably phones, but most wireless devices with a screen will work) to let the patrons read blurbs about the exhibits as well as explore some of the additional material that is not on display. For those without such devices, one can rent one. There are also regular tours of the museum for those who prefer a more personal touch to their experience.     Kari and Harriet are settled into Zarenna's pockets as they explore the place. At the moment they are looking at a very large galleon with 366 bronze cannons spread across five gun decks. The information says the ship displaces approximately 1,000 tons of water. For a wooden sailing ship made during the age of sail it is impressive.     "Look at the sails, Master! You could cover the entire top of the apartment building with them!" Kari says, looking upwards and pointing at the sail with all its rigging and pulleys hanging from the mast's cross-spar. Zarenna is following Kari's gaze as well, marvelling at how much work it would have taken to build and maintain these things. Harriet is busy browsing the information broadcasts via the virtual interface she was built with. 

:'''{{#var:838|Taylor Scott (838)}} has posed:''' Taylor Scott was invited to this museum of pirate ships and such things by that of Kari Wolf, so the young man has found himself here today walking along in more common of clothing. A nice T-shirt, with a pair of jeans, and his military boots. His hands are in his pockets as he examines the ships and at last locates Kari and her 'master' as they look at a ship. "Kari Wolf, I presume?" Taylor says with a gentle smile to her, then his teal blue eyes go to look at the ship before them. "Man... I've only seen these things in history books, video games, and Hollywood special effects." 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''      Technically speaking, Taro has no need of a handheld computer device, but let's be polite, shall we? Besides, this is as good as time as any to road test the mobile phone he's set up for Sir Integra's use. It's carried casually in hand, and occasionally glanced at, but for now the galleon itself annd not the passages written about it that has his attention.     For all its primitiveness, he must admit it has its own elegance. Not to mention superior firepower for its time and place.     His gaze shifts from ship to the approaching stranger...well, stranger to him at least, apparently less so to Kari and presumably Zarenna and Harriet. He gives Taylor a polite nod, then a quick glance to the shinki and their master as if to check that this was expected company. 

:'''{{#var:410|Jeannette Thompson (410)}} has posed:''' Jeannette really was something of a modern woman. Certainly she was more impressed by warships of metal and composites with sleek lines and enourmous fire power... or the sheer amount of goodies a container ship could move across the ocean. There was always a bit of supersitition in her, though, and, walking around the musuem on a day off, it was had not to be reminded of how much more life could be in a wooden ship; the sails at her top, the creek of wood as men walked across their decks, the smell of cordite after the explosion of gunpowder needed to fire something of that canon. Of course, she can't help but off-handedly mention to the group that's collected next to her. "There's something interesting about them, certainly. BUt I would hope there's some ones with a history here, instead of just new timber and nylon made to look good for the schoolchildren." 

:'''{{#var:838|Taylor Scott (838)}} has posed:''' Taylor leans over to see what the plaque has to say about it, before he looks back up to the vessel once more. He pulls out a device that looks a bit like an Android and then turns it side way, before tapping on the screen. The back part of it slide a section which he seems to line up the device, before he taps on the screen again. With a flicker of light, it takes a picture of it, before he takes another, then another. Going down the width of the ship before him. Once he is done, he slides his finger along the screen, before he taps on it twice on the corner. The image seems to actually connect itself into one large image on screen. He glances over to Jeannette about then, "New or Original, its still impressive to see one. In my world, sailing ships like these... any sailing ship... doesn't even exist anymore. No one sees the point in them, sadly." 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     The ship is touted as a recreation of a 16th century (by standard Earth reckoning) Portugese galleon. The information explains the traditional methods of ship-building that were use, mentioning that the only real deviation was needing to find large trees of the right shape. And the use of modern power tools to shape things to save lots and lots of time. One can also see museum staff checking the rigging for fraying and other dangerous signs of wear.     Kari waves at Taylor Scott. "Hi Mister Scott! This is my Master, and in the coat pocket is my sister Harriet!"     Zarenna looks at Taylor and Jeannette with a brief smile. "Hello, I'm Zarenna Keras, nice to meet you both." Harriet just looks up and waves politely before going back to read about the battles the original ship was in. Taro gets noticed by Kari and of course, the way she is.     "Hi Mister Taro!" Kari says from the breast pocket of the coat with a wave. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     That takes care of the introductions, if not exactly in the traditional way. But it's an informal setting and Kari is hardly known for being traditional. "Hello Kari, Harriet, Zarenna...Mister Scott." Taro's tone is pleasant, even if if lacks a smile to support it.     A quick glance is flicked at the woman nearby after her comment. "I imagine that there would be, though I also imagine that use and age would make preserving them problematic." 

:'''{{#var:410|Jeannette Thompson (410)}} has posed:''' Jeannette Thompson gives a bit of a shrug of her shoulders at Taro's comment. "Oh, that may be, certainly. Time and money increasing as age does, the whole 'Ship of Theseus' problem and all that, but, still. A real ship with real history is something to be hold. To walk on a deck and know that your ancestors walked it before you. Almost as good as crewing one, I'd imagine, though I haven't had the honor." She raises her hand and gives a tiny wave and a small smile. "Hello, Zarenna. I'm Raletza. Very pleased to meet you and your sister." She says, before extending her hand to the one carrying them. "And you too, sir." Another turn around. "Mister Scott, as well." She'll finally turn to offer a hand to Taro. "Sir." Another pause to look up at the ship itself. "You know, these large ones are fine, certainly, but not the most elegant. There should be some frigates around here." She says, looking over to Taylor. "I've actually seen one old one from the 18th century out under sail, a few years ago. A few training ships are out there too, I imagine." 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Zarenna brushes some purple hair out of her face before shaking Raletza's offered hand. "Madam." She listens for a bit to the conversation.     "There was a sloop in the first hallway! That thing looked so cool and fast." Kari says, going on to describe it. "And it was used by bootleggers running alcohol during the Prohibition War." Prohibition War? Must be some Earth's variant on the US Prohibition period. 

:'''{{#var:838|Taylor Scott (838)}} has posed:''' Taylor offers his hand for shakes, "Taylor, please. Mister Scott makes me sound way to professional." He chuckles gently. "But a pleasure to meet all of you." He keeps the smile on his face, before he looks over to Jeannette again, "Training ship? Really? Man, I'd love to get in on that! That be an adventure of a lifetime right there" Taylor then looks to Kari, "I remember reading about that in the history books I think. I also know that long ago, I think was Louisianan was owned by Pirates." The dirty blonde then rubs the back of his neck with a sheepish smile, "But I was never very good at my history..." 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Taro practices proper phone etiquette by placing it back in its holster on his belt before shaking hands with 'Raletza'. "A pleasure." It wouldn't have been -his- ancestors that sailed the seas on such ships, but he simply lets it go without correction. Taylor's hand is shaken as well, if it's offered to him.     It's also not his history, and so for the moment he listens and learns. 

:'''{{#var:410|Jeannette Thompson (410)}} has posed:''' Jeannette Thompson nods after all the hand shaking is done. "Oh, no trouble, Mister Scott. I am a /professional/ sort of woman." She says, giving a smile to him. "And if you do want to get in on a training ship of one sort, I seem to remember your Coast Guard has one avalible? I'm afraid I haven't made a study on the American seafaring services, but I could have sworn I've seen some pictures." She gives a thoughtful tilt of her head. "Though I don't seem to remember a Prohibition War, either, so perhaps I am a bit rusty. Still, sloops were fast. Small and undergunned, however, so that speed was it's primary armor." 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Zarenna hmms. "They had things like this on my own world. There used to be a big race once a decade before unification to circumnavigate the globe with sailing ships. Not as big as this one, but wind-powered. Dad said it was a big deal and pretty prestigeous for the city-state that won the race. It was considered a nice challenge for sailors in an era where big nuclear-powered ships dominated things."     Kari ohs. "Sorry- " she sounds like she's trying to say /just/ Taylor but it feels very very wrong and comes out as- " Mister Taylor." The little robot looks a little frustrated and sad.     Zarenna pats Kari's head with a finger. "It's okay Kari, it's just the way you are."     "But isn't something you set when you registered me, Master?"     Zarenna shakes her head. "No, I just set your pun setting down and put a profanity filter in place. You're polite because that's what you choose to be, Kari."     Harriet says in her own quiet way. "Sloops sound like my kind of sailing ship. Is it possible that I could see one that is still in service at some point, Miss Raletza?" 

:'''{{#var:838|Taylor Scott (838)}} has posed:''' Taylor smiles softly at Kari, "Hey... its okay." He grins a little. "Mister Taylor is fine, long as it isn't," He peers over at Jeannette, "Mister Scott," He then chuckles softly. "Cause then I need to get my shades out and be all, Scott.... Taylor Scott... and I'm seriously not James Tom material." He does though listen to what is being address, till he looks over to Taro, "What about you, any sailing ships where you come from?" 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     "There's nothing wrong with being polite, Kari," Taro remarks. His answer to Taylor's question (and also a bit of a remark towards Raletza as well) turns his voice a bit wry. "Like this, no, or at least not since times of ancient and forgotten history. But then I've noticed its timeline is remarkably different from that of most Earths." 

:'''{{#var:410|Jeannette Thompson (410)}} has posed:''' "Oh, I've no doubt there's still a few of those races that go on to this day. With modern sailing ships, though. Fiberglass and nylon sails and emergency radios; not when your fastest means of communication was flags and faster ships. Still... it must be more relaxing on a comparetively simplier vessel." A quick turn to Taylor. "Oh, trust me. My line of work, a bit of a 'Mister' or 'Miss' before a name simply rolls off the tongue. Fitting here, too. You could be a bosun's mate, standing up along side in your dress whites with a name like that." And then to Taro. "I imangine ships like this would be forgotten in a few hundred years... in a normal world, though. Always here in the Multiverse." A bit of a suprised glance to Harriet. "Well... I suppose it's possible. Sadly, I only know of a few old ships around where I come from. Three sailing frigates and a first-rate of the Line. I could certianly... look into a tour, I suppose, for one of them. I used to go up there for business," She explains, "And I met one of the staff. Granted, it would probably require an entry visa, but who doesn't love tourists?" 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Harriet nods to Raletza, platinum blonde 'hair' swishing slightly. "That would be acceptable, ma'am."     Kari ohs. "Okay Mister Taylor." She glances about at the ship again. "... Isn't this place so cool?! Seeing ships like this in person is the best. Oh oh, I saw they have something called a hydrofoil on display."     Zarenna says "Well, they didn't use flags since they had radios and GPS on board." She pauses for a bit, listening to Jeannette talk. "Yeah, I can only imagine life on a sailing ship like this. Must have been pretty different from what most Information Age societies are used to." 

:'''{{#var:838|Taylor Scott (838)}} has posed:''' Taylor places his hands in his pockets as he listens to everyone, not having much to comment back too and giving a gentle nod to some explanations. He does glance over to Taro though, "Maybe one day you could share some differences. I know a few Earth's had a thing called Vietnam War.... something mine never did. Actually my Earth's history seem to alter when World War Two took place." Taylor then looks over to the group, "...also Hydrofoils are awesome." 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     "I imagine that in some corners of the Multiverse, these..." Taro smoothly sweeps a hand in the direction of the galleon around which they've gathered, "...are the height of modern technology and warfare. Or perhaps just modestly outdated." His hand drops back to his side. "Though signal flags still have their uses even where I live. When radio waves are jammed or silence must absolutely be maintained, for instance..."     That touch of wry creeps back in to his voice when he looks back to Taylor. "It may be something of a short conversation. Much more of our history has been forgotten than remembered." 

:'''{{#var:410|Jeannette Thompson (410)}} has posed:''' Jeannette Thompson gives a curt nod. "Well, then, I will make some arrangements." She says. "Though, I will need some more information from you, of course. Old as they may be, they are still ships of the navy, and there are certainly security concenrs that abound." She notes, walking over to the Galleon itself. "And I imagine, even with the radio, the GPS, the communication, a ship, alone in the ocean, in the inky black of night can still be quite... isolated." She says, patting the wood in front of her. "Still, I'm sure such sailors thank whatever God they beleive in for satilettes and Internet access." A bit more of a grin on her face. "And you are, right, of course. Covert communication would be severed with these, though they /are/ visable to anyone who'd like to look. Better to use something more direct. A laser link, perhaps." 

:'''{{#var:838|Taylor Scott (838)}} has posed:''' Taylor tilts his head to Taro, "I see." He then listens to Jeannette explain things and chuckles softly. "You sure do know allot about Navy and ships. Sounds like you may even be a captain or... inspiring to be one?" 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Taro gives a small, graceful shrug as Raletza points out one of the flaws of battle flags. "Any form of communication has has its disadvantages." He leaves it there, since Taylor has asked a question of her. 

:'''{{#var:410|Jeannette Thompson (410)}} has posed:''' Jeannette Thompson gives a small, sad smile to Taylor, even as her eyes show a little bit of mischief. "Ahh. I'm afraid you might be right on just a point of that. I made a study of it after I got out of high school. I even thought I could be a captain some day. Sadly..." She shakes her head. "Events have conspried in such a way to make that impossible. As much as I would like it, I'll never be captain of a ship." She peers past Taylor for a moment, to the entryway of the room itself. She seems to have spotted someone standing there, a women with a bit of life experiance who looks a bit dour, constantly scanning the room she's looking in. She gives a sharp inclination of her head, and turns to leave. Jeannette turns back to Taylor, Taro, and the robofairy minder. "I am sorry, but I'm afraid that's my signal to move on. My friend can be so insistent some times with her time table. It was a pleasure to meet you all." She says, before snapping out a small, blank plastic card to Zarenna. "My contact information- Oh. RFID, sorry." She says, removing the card, searching her pockets, and making a note on it's surface. "There. Please feel free to call if you're looking for that tour. Again, a pleasure!" She says, before moving in the direction of her friend. 

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2312/Village Groot and Meat

2015-05-24T20:57:23Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     The 'village' has sent out a very quiet call for Groot and Rocket, having heard they could possibly help with the plants. It's well hidden, though there's probably some tell tale signs of inhabitation. But ultimately the trail leads to a cluster of rocks that form a large natural cave with a truly large fir tree with roots intertwined into the rocks. Signs point to something really large living here, with claws. 

:'''{{#var:781|Rocket (781)}} has posed:''' Rocket and Groot, upon receiving the call, fly the Rack 'n' Ruin to a starport out in the void and then, though a series of warp gates they find their way to one in close proximity of the location they were asked to visit and then walk - well, Groot walks, Rocket rides on his shoulder - from there to the area of the village in Pine Core. Both keep their eyes out for potential hazards, including the kind of various dangerous digimon fauna Golden had warned them about when they met him in a different area simply as a precaution. Rocket is armed, a rifle nearly as large as him is strapped to his back and a pair of large, for him, pistols are strapped to his thighs - gunslinger style. 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     There isn't really a tell-tale sign that this is digimon territory, no markings like on the ruined temple that Groot and Rocket ran across Golden at before. There is signs that the cave is inhabited though, with a dim firelight visible in the cave. A bulky shadow shifts and suddenly the firelight is blocked and the dull thud of heavy footsteps can be felt and heard.     From the cave emerges a red dinosaur-looking creature with huge green ridge-plates on his back and wicked looking claws on his hands and feet. The bright blue eyes look surprised to see the tree man and orange-clad raccoon there, snorting a bit. A low rumbling voice starts speaking from the dinosaur digimon. "Hrm... giant walking tree..." one claw gestures at Groot, then the claw and big head moves to gesture at Rocket. "... and furry firepower." The tyrannomon taps his chin thoughtfully.     "You must be the two Golden told us about then." He finally says. (OOC: Reference- http://wikimon.net/Tyrannomon) 

:'''{{#var:781|Rocket (781)}} has posed:''' "I am Groot!" <<Golden called for us, so we came!>> Groot exclaims. "If we aren't then I'm going to faint from surprise. We're here because we got a signal from Golden," Rocket calls down to the red dinosaur creature before climbing down Groot's back and then stepping forward between the arboroform's legs. "We weren't told any specifics though, so what's up?" 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     The Tyrannomon ohs... "Golden called you guys? Man, he was just here, but. Guess couldn't hurt. Hope you don't mind children, taking care of a few. They found something in the back of the cave. I'm called Bigwig. Come on with me." 

:'''{{#var:781|Rocket (781)}} has posed:''' "Children? As long as they don't put stuff into my fur I'll be fine with them, Bigwig," Rocket says. "I am Groot." <<Lead the way,>> Groot says. As the pair follow the Tyrannomon into the cave, Rocket asks, "'Something', eh? What kind of 'something' is it that you found?" 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     Bigwig lumbers into the cave, which has about a half-dozen small round beings talking and chasing each other, only about chest high to Rocket. The tyrannomon hushes them and tells them to not bother Rocket or Groot, since they are distracted by the arboroform and anthromorphic racoon for a moment. New people! One of them even asks the pair if they're digimon like them.     Finally, Bigwig gets them to where a heap of compost seems to be farming mushrooms in neat rows and there's water pooling on the bottom of the cavern floor. The pungent smell of the compost clings to the nose here. But the tyrannomon gestures towards the back. "We were digging more space for more mushrooms, and we found this."     It looks like a large metal object that a tree has grown around, embedded in the cavern wall. 

:'''{{#var:781|Rocket (781)}} has posed:''' Before Rocket can answer the younglings, Groot speaks: "I am Groot. I am, Groot. I am Groot." <<No, we are not digimon, I am a Flora colossus. You can call me Groot. My companion is an augmented mammalian life form from an unknown planet.>> Groot's incomprehensible explination, if it was understood, would let anyone listening to him know that they have yet to interact with enough Earthly fauna to recognize him as a raccoon. Smiling at the kids, Rocket says, "Hi, nope, not digimon. I'm Rocket and as my friend said you can call him Groot." The pair follow Bigwig to the compost area. Groot is crouching as the cave is not tall enough for him to stand at his full height and Rocket is clearly bothered by the stench but stalwartly not commenting upon it beyond his body language. "Hey, that looks interesting," Rocket says as he leans in close to examine the object. 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     Bigwig is crouching too at this point. "Sorry, it's cramped. Haven't dug enough for big guys like us to be comfortable down here. Mushrooms for food, and some kind of metal thing. I was thinking of digging it out and selling it, see if I can get some real food for it. But uh, I don't really know any place to go to find out if it's worth anything."     It's round... ish. There's panels on it. It /might/ have been olive drab green at some point, and it has some rust on it. It /might/ be a bomb. Maybe. 

:'''{{#var:781|Rocket (781)}} has posed:''' Speaking to his friend, Rocket asks, "Groot, can you get it out of these roots without jarring it?" Groot nods, "I am Groot." <> he says as he reaches over Rocket and touches the root structure. While Rocket is pulling a toolkit oug of a pouch located at the small of his back, the roots begin to writhe and ungulate like mating snakes, pulling away from the metal without jossiling it. ZZZZIIPPP Rocket opens the toolkit and unfolds it first like a book and then like a centerfold from the center of the book leaving a large variety of tools at easy access. He then pulls out an electronic device and says, "Voice Command: Activate." From the device an electronic voice says: "I am the property of Timely Inc. Mail Division, and /must/ be returned as soon as..." Rocket cuts it off, "I hear ya. Give me a break. Can you sense any explosives in this thing in front of us?" The scanner has a feature for scanning packages for explosives... but he isn't sure if it will detect this though a metal shell. 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     Bigwig looks at the pair curiously as the roots move. "Uh, everything okay?"      The device detects multiple shaped charges in a row, with a large incindiary device after these, designed to penetrate and then incinerate the interior compartments of heavily armored vehicles after being launched out of a large rocket tube. It is most definitely a bomb, and who knows how long it has been here. 

:'''{{#var:781|Rocket (781)}} has posed:''' "/That's a BOMB./" the electronic voice says. "/Return me to Timely Inc. at.../" Rocket cuts the thing off mid sentence by saying, "Voice Command: Deactivate." and it says "/Deactivating./" as it complies. As Rocket puts away the tempermental scanner Groot says, "I am Groot," <<Don't worry, Rocket knows what he's doing,>> to Bigwig. Rocket nods at Groot's comment but doesn't translate. "Keep it steady there with some of those final roots, Groot," he orders his friend who immediately complies even as Rocket pulls out the right tool for the job and begins removing the shrapnel plate on the first of the shaped charges. Speaking to Bigwig without looking away from his task, Rocket says, "You might want to evacuate the cave and make darn sure that those kids don't bump into us while I'm doing this." The plate comes off to show a tangle of wires around some sort of explosive material and a detonation device. 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     Bigwig ohs... "Yeah." And trundles off to get everybody out of the cave. There's only about a dozen digimon or so, judging from the voices the pair hear as Bigwig gets everybody moving. A smaller blue and white saurian digimon comes down with a sack and starts grabbing the mushrooms that have come out of the compost and shoving them in the sack. "Gotta get the food, gotta find a new place if this one blows up." the veemon mumbles as he tries not to bump Rocket or Groot.     The bomb interior has a damp earthy smell, and when Rocket opens it up, centipedes, earthworms, and other small crawling things come swarming out, their hiding place disturbed. While the bomb's design is not too complex, the fact that the shell itself has been breached enough to allow dirt and organisms in presents a problem since now one has to dig around the interior to find the bits to disarm it. (OOC- Veemon reference: http://wikimon.net/Veemon) 

:'''{{#var:781|Rocket (781)}} has posed:''' Rocket remains focused on his job, although in this case that includes stabbing a truely nasty looking critter with a screwdriver after removing the last of the shrapnel plats. "Groot, can you get the dirt out of these with some careful root manipulation?" he asks as he cleans the screwdriver by burrying it into the dirt by stabbing downwards. He then shakes the soil off the tool as pale, fresh roots work their way into the soil and delicately remove the soil from around the parts of the explosive devices. "I am Groot," <<That is easy, Rocket,>> he says regarding the response. 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:''' The veemon peers at Rocket and Groot. "Hey, how big a boom? Little? Not so little? Freaking huge?" He says in a hushed whisper, somehow afraid that being too loud will set the bomb off.     With Groot's green-thumb aid, the bomb's guts are mostly cleared of the dirt and bugs. Just those little bits of soil that cling to everything are left, really. The only way it could get cleaner is if somebody rinsed the interior with water. The bomb is easy to disarm now, being something along the lines of being Earth 1940's technology. It goes pretty smoothly for Rocket. 

:'''{{#var:781|Rocket (781)}} has posed:''' "Small crater sized," Rocket says off handedly as he, holding a pair of cippers, visually traces wireing in one of the devices. It might give some observers the equivelant of a heart attack when he finally makes his decision and performs a surgical strike into the heart of the first device. CLIP Once that wire is clipped he glances over the other identical devices and rapidly repeats the action both of them. CLIP CLIP "I am Groot!" <<Rocket, you are being cautious, aren't you?>> If trees could sweat, Groot would be doing so. Rocket chuckles softly and spends a few moments examining the incindary charge behind the three shaped ones and clips a wire there as well. "All disarmed," he says. Then, with a slight bit of mischieviousness in his voice he asks, "Mind if I dispose of these for you?" 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     The veemon uhs... "I'm sure Bigwig won't mind! Especially since we didn't all blow up thanks to you!" 

:'''{{#var:781|Rocket (781)}} has posed:''' "Do you have a bag we can use?" Rocket asks and then quickly adds, "And maybe some of that meat on a stick you guys grow?" 

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2224/Rocket and Golden

2015-05-13T16:57:02Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     The ruins here are strange, with murals depicting strange monster-like figures and pictographic crests along the stone walls. The writing here is also bizarre, strange. The ruins overall are just a touch alien, with some odd vegetation that seem to grow fruits that are /meat/. A ham-tree tops one of the buildings, tall and ancient with roots intertwined with the stone bricks, reaching for the swampy brackish water that pervades the area. The sounds of insects and amphibians fills the air as well, with clouds of gnats drifting lazily through the air. Shafts of sunlight break through the pervading cloud layer here and there, roving across the swamp like strange searchlights.     Golden is here in this half-ruined temple, a small fire going in a drier second floor while the diminutive digimon tends to a kind of farm plot with stalks of a corn-like crop sprouting up from the damp earth. 

:'''{{#var:781|Rocket (781)}} has posed:''' Groot's rumbling vocalizations and/or his shadow will be the first indication anyone senses of the pair of friends 'walking' though the ruins. Although walking is a loose term for what Groot is doing as he slowly meanders along carrying a large sack filled with odd lumps and what would be significant weight for a less strong being while Rocket walks with a determined pace. "How was I to know that was a load bearing wall," Rocket says in response to Groot's most recent comment, "You're the one with the fancy education after all!" Rocket then stops as he rounds the corner of a building and sees into the temple structure. He puts a hand back to his rifle, ready to draw the ion cannon to bear when he sees Golden and his camp fire. He waves back at Groot to keep him from passing into view yet. He does not engage or speak to the stranger yet, just stands there observing, prepaired for action. 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     Golden peers at the shadowy (from his point of view at least) figures. "Hey, what're you doing over there?" he calls out.     Golden is really hoping it's not some weird dudes spoiling for a fight. There's plenty of those out here in the Multiverse. Then he'd have to relocate the meat plants, find a new place to hide, maul somebody's face. It's a huge hassle really. At least they don't look like any digimon that Golden is familiar with. 

:'''{{#var:781|Rocket (781)}} has posed:''' Upon hearing a greeting, Rocket relaxes a hair and he responds, "Heading back to our ship after scavenging, you?" However, at the same time Groot, having seen some of the tension had left his buddy, sticks his head around the corner and intones, "I am Groot." <<We had a building fall on us, but we got out safely. What are you doing over there, yourself?>> Rocket immdiately adds, "He doesn't need to know that and I already asked him!" to Groot with a hint of friendly indignance. 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     Golden answers easily enough. "Growing food. Your big buddy there seems to have some trouble talking. Did he inhale one of the giant bugs buzzing around his altitude or what?" The MetalMamemon walks casually towards the pair. Well, he guesses if they're trouble he'd be able to skedaddle and disappear into the swampy ruins quickly enough. Maybe blind them with an explosion if it comes to that. 

:'''{{#var:781|Rocket (781)}} has posed:''' Rocket lowers his hand from the ready position he'd been holding and walks closer to Golden and his camp fire, waving at Groot to invite him to follow along (not that it was required as the arboroform began following immediately). "His vocalizations are limited to 'I', 'am', and 'Groot' but the problems not just with him... its with you. Everyone just needs to listen to him better." As he closes the distance he sniffs at the air and asks, "What is that?" about the meat plants. Groot's attention seems to focus on the plants as well and he asks, "I am Groot?" <<Those plants are... meat?>> Because he wasn't paying attention his foot nearly clips Rocket's shoulder and the little guy has to quickly scoot out of the way. "Hey, watch it Groot!" he says sounding a bit peterbed. 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     Golden follows Groot's gaze and hears Rocket's question. "Those are bone-in steak plants. What? Didn't notice the other meat-bearing plants around here? This is a chunk of the Digital World here. Can't normally find these plants out in the wilds of the Multiverse."     He gestures at the little field. "It'll be a week before they're mature. Then I have to break the bone in half and replant it." Things grow quickly in the digital world, it seems. 

:'''{{#var:781|Rocket (781)}} has posed:''' Groot reaches down to the ground amongst the meat stalks and burries his hand into the soil. He says, "I am Groot," <<You were complaining about being hungry, this should help,>> to Rocket and then glances up at Golden, "I am Groot." <> While Groot crouches there with his hand burried, Rocket says, "By the way, I'm Rocket and my friend here is called Groot," he smirks at the obviousness of the latter before saying, "Yeah, I am," to Groot. The last sentence is punctuated by a gurgle from his belly. And then the 'magic' happens: the entire batch of meat stalks begin to grow, maturing a week's amount in mere moments. When the growth stops Groot extracts his hand and says, "I am Groot." <<Enjoy, my friend.>> before licking the fresh soil off his fingers with a flexible bark tongue. 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     "Well, I guess I've seen stranger things." Golden says as Groot makes the plants grow. The little digimon walks over and pulls up three of the steak-shaped 'plants' and hands them to Rocket. The meat part is fairly big, about as big as Golden himself.     "Campfire's this way." And he shows Rocket the stairs up to the second floor where the campfire is, where it's less prone to being put out by the damp earth. "I'm called Golden, mostly because of my gold metal parts." He says as Rocket introduces himself and Groot. "Your friend there has a way with plants, huh? There's a few hidden villages that could use that kind of help." He mentions as he adds another log to the fire and stokes it with a slightly bent metal rod. 

:'''{{#var:781|Rocket (781)}} has posed:''' Rocket has already taken a huge bite out of a slab of meat when Golden reminds him about the campfire and he stops chewing to say, "Umm, yeah, thasht a..." *chew and swallow* "... great idea." He and Groot follow Golden towards the fire as he taks another bite of the raw meat. The sparkle in Rocket's eyes on hearing about villages needing help is noticed by Groot at least who says "I am Groot," <<We don't have to try to make a profit on everything,>> to Rocket who, on hearing this while swallowing the second bite begins to suptter as he nearly takes it down the wrong pipe in surprise. 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     Golden watches the exchange. "I don't need to listen to know he said something you found surprising. Dunno if they can pay you two in anything except food though. Digimon aren't big on concepts like money." No, he didn't understand what Groot said or what Rocket was thinking, he's just stating a fact since he knows lots of folks in the Multiverse liked to be paid for their effort. The entry way is big enough for Groot, as if the people who built these structure assumed that beings of many sizes and shapes would be using them. In fact, the stairs and archway are more than big enough to accomodate the tree man.     Golden glances at Groot. "Hope you don't object to using your distant relatives for firewood. It's hard enough finding dry wood around here." 

:'''{{#var:781|Rocket (781)}} has posed:''' "Food isn't a bad thing," Rocket says between bites as Golden leads them to the stairway. Then, at Golden's comment about firewood, he interrupts Groot quickly. "I am Gr-!" <<You use sapient trees for...!>> Groot's usually pleasant features are twisting angrily and he seems to grow a few inches before Rocket can interrupt to say, "Woah! I'm sure he just means trees. Normal... every day... not intelligent trees." As Groot calms down to a simple glower Rocket turns to Golden and asks, "You /do/ mean that, right?" in with a tone of voice that says 'You better or else'. 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     Golden uhs... "Yeah, I meant distant relatives in the sense that you're trees. If they were walking and talking I'd ask them for their trimmed dead branches instead... it'd be easier than finding wood on my own. Where I'm from, we got giant talking cactuses and walking rose-bushes, so big intelligent plants are not too weird to me."     He gestures at the trees forming the canopy. "As far as I know, they aren't talking. I take the dead stuff anyway since it's usually drier than what I can get on the ground. So if they are intelligent, I hope they see it as a service!" 

:'''{{#var:781|Rocket (781)}} has posed:''' Groot and then Rocket both relax at Golden's comments. "Hey, how would I know? Just good to keep an eye out for stepping onto someone's back and ripping out their extremities and such, right?" Rocket says glibly. Upon being shown the tree canopy Groot stops and presses his palm against one of the trunks. "I am Groot?" <<Is anybody there?>> he says half under his breath (meaning everyone can still hear it clearly) as he communes with the tree. 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     It's a tree, but... not a tree. It's hard to describe. It's almost like a simulation of a tree; a very GOOD simulation, /almost/ real. And yet there's something off. The ham tree entwined around the ruins the trio are in is not a native of real space, that much is clear to Groot. Imagine listening to the interference on a speaker caused by contact with an unshielded CPU; the rapid pulses of binary instruction code faintly leaking out. That is what Groot hears from the ham tree.     Golden would raise an eyebrow if he had them. "What is he doing?" he asks Rocket. 

:'''{{#var:781|Rocket (781)}} has posed:''' Groot pulls back from the tree... slowly but deliberately and then puts his hand to his forehead. "I am... Groot. I. am. Groot.," <<How odd... and slightly unpleasant. This is not sapient. That said, they are very different from plants I am used to. Almost... unreal.>> Rocket watches his friend and then, when it is clear that Groot is going to be alright, he finally gets to answering Golden's question: "I don't know, analyzing the tree I would guess. He says its not quite real." He then looks around and says, "Oh, I think we've lingered long enough. Tell your friends that if they need our services we can be reached on the radion on frequency 1138.42. You can contact us too. That's my ship's contact frequency." 

:'''{{#var:782|Golden (782)}} has posed:'''     Golden kind of bobs, what passes for a nod when your body is pretty much your head. "Yeah, it's from the Digital World, not the real one."     He makes a mental note of the radio and such. "Alright, take it easy and watch out for the wild Kuwagamon that like to wander around. They ignore me because I know how to grow food, but they might think you're a snack." 

:'''{{#var:781|Rocket (781)}} has posed:''' With a signal from Rocket, Groot reaches down allowing his friend to climb up onto the shoulder he is not still holding the large back over. As he climbs up to the convenient perch, Rocket says, "Kuwagamon, gotcha," as if he knows what that means. "To the Rack 'n' Ruin, Groot," he says like a captain ordering a ship to cast off and then he says, "Nice meeting you, Golden," to the digimon as Groot chimes in with, "I am Groot. I am... Groot," <<It was a pleasure. Thank you for letting me grow your plants,>> over his shoulder which Rocket translates by saying, "He enjoyed making meat for us both!" as Groot walks away. 

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2222/Seika vs. Kari Wolf

2015-05-13T05:37:40Z

Darzoni: Seika vs. Kari Log added.

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|Date of Scene=2015/05/13
|Location=Busou Shinki Battle Arena
|Synopsis=Battle Rondo AU23: Seika vs. Kari Wolf, in a Tokyo-esque city where the shinki are the size of giant monsters. After a hard fought battle, Kari ekes out a win.
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Here at the stadium, there's quite a few people gathered to see a shinki battle today. And a Battle Rondo match to boot! Zarenna paces the box for masters, dressed in a nicely cut business suit made of some kind of dark purple cloth. Her hair seems to be green with purple tips today. She's checking Kari and taking off the non-standard skates from the Howling.     "You'll just have to do without them. No non-standard parts, which means you're not changing into your Dire Wolf armor if things go wrong, Kari."     "Aw.... I guess I'll manage, Master! I hope I win and make you proud!"     "You'll be fine either way, Kari. Just pay attention and respect your opponent by doing your best."     Kari walks out to the field, wondering who her opponent is, or even what kind of field the visualizer is going to show. The little shinki looks around curiously. There's a lot of shinki watching too, she notices. 

:'''{{#var:385|Yuna Kagurazaka (385)}} has posed:''' Yuna is sitting in another part of the Masters' box, dressed perhaps less formally, but - well, she's an idol singer, so looking reasonably good in public comes with the territory. Her attention is focused on a Sharatang model Shinki; specifically ... "That should do it, Seika. Give it a quick play?" The Sharatang draws her bow across the strings of her 'shield,' playing a few notes and nodding. "Yep, perfectly tuned! Thank you, Master Yuna!" There are only a couple of models of Shinki who get 'tuned up' in the musical sense as well as the mechanical; Sharatangs are one of them, and Seika's joy at getting the strings' tension *JUST* right gets Yuna to smile as well. "I think you're all set, then. Good luck out there, Seika!" Seika straightens up, bowing politely to Yuna, and then flies out to the field as well, her flight frame (not really 'wings' in any normal sense) disappearing back into the Slipway as she touches down. "Hello~!" Seika calls out to Kari, waving cheerfully to her soon-to-be-opponent. "I'm looking forward to our match; good luck!" 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari cheerfully bows to her opponent!     Then the visualizer field opens up to reveal...     A city, filled with large buildings and construction. And our combatants are scaled on-par with the buildings. Kari looks around. "Woah... um... Rawr?" She says sheepishly as she takes on some kind of fighting stance and summons her drowns from the slipway in a shimmer of light.     Zarenna facepalms as she sees the big display of the visualizer. "Are you kidding me?" 

:'''{{#var:385|Yuna Kagurazaka (385)}} has posed:''' Yuna raises her eyebrows at the visualizer's 'choice' of terrain. "Is that ..." Seika looks around at the projected field, and tries not to giggle out loud. "Well, if we have to .." She pulls her 'bow' back out, raising it to Kari in a fencer's salute, then takes a ready stance of her own. "Ready when you are, Miss Kari!" she calls out cheerfully. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari is momentarily distracted, watching the little virtual people and cars flee en masse from the two kaiju-scaled shinki in this holographic domain. "Wow, they're even fleeing just like the movies... huh? Okay!" She beams happily.     "Here we go!" she shouts.     And she runs at the Sharatang, drones dispersing to hide around buildings. Instead of being gory and bloody, the little virtual people are scattered about through the air, falling with no apparent detriment and continuing to flee. She jumps at Seika, throwing a paw gauntleted hand out for emphasis as she leaps into a kick. "Hi-ya~! Robo Girl Kick~!" 

:'''{{#var:385|Yuna Kagurazaka (385)}} has posed:''' Seika the Sharatang tries to bring her 'bow'-sword up to block the kick, misses, and gets punted in the shoulder for her trouble. "First strike to you," she says to Kari with a smile ... Then her weapon flicks back and forth like a conductor's baton, but Seika doesn't attack with it - it's a feint, leading up to a quick jump forward, a crouch, and a leg sweep, performed as if to the rhythm of a stately dance. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari goes crashing through a building as her legs are swept out from under her, scattering all sorts of mundane things around her like some kind of crazy game. Plumes of dust are thrown up, sparks fly as 'electrical' cables are wrecked.     The drones come swooping in with a V formation to harass Seika with lasers from their hovercraft mounts. There's a whirling storm of lasers aimed at the other shinki, buying time for Kari to roar back up from being knocked down to throw an armored punch at the (hopefully) distracted Sharatang. "Robo Paw-nch!" Howlings apparently can't escape the puns. 

:'''{{#var:385|Yuna Kagurazaka (385)}} has posed:''' Distracted? Oh yes. And in a bit of pain, from the sound of her squeaks as she tries to dodge the stinging lasers. She's easy prey for Kari's punch, and goes down flat on her face - right through a model train station. "Ow ..." Seika groans softly. She doesn't stay down for long, though. "You really don't like keeping a set rhythm, do you?" she asks, her tone friendly and playful. "I guess I shouldn't stay predictable either, though ..." She goes into a quick pirouette, trying to circle around to Kari's side before abruptly coming out of her spin with a jab of her 'bow'-styled sword to the Howling-type's waist area. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari makes a awk! sound as the sword whacks her in her unarmored side, flinching with the blow.     "Hey, I get squashed if I don't keep people on their toes. People are..." here she grins and giggles. "... bigger than us!" Okay, she's finding the fact that they're giant robots fighting in a city kind of funny with that statement.     And Kari jumps! And Kari lands short of Seika, jumping more forward this time to ram her opponent with the pointy ears of her helmet. 

:'''{{#var:385|Yuna Kagurazaka (385)}} has posed:''' Seika has to giggle at Kari's joke as well, although she's still serious enough to try and intercept Kari's pointy-eared headbutt with the 'flat' of her bow-saber. "We *are* turning things around, aren't we?" she asks merrily, then tries to scoop Kari up and maneuver her into a suplex. ... or, well. It WOULD be a suplex if Kari weren't totally the wrong way around for it. As it is, the Howling-type is liable to land feet-first; the best Seika can hope for in the wake of that blunder is to inflict a somewhat jarring impact. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari lands on her feet, though awkwardly as one foot catches on a telephone pole and wrenches her ankle servo a bit. Kari has fairly good upper body strength though and tries to turn this around on Seika by grabbing the Type Violin with those burly armored arms of hers and flinging Seika across town.     "Alley oop!" Kari calls as she tries to pull this off. 

:'''{{#var:385|Yuna Kagurazaka (385)}} has posed:''' "Awha?" asks the somewhat confused Sharatang as she gets grabbed - And flung. "KYAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaah ... !!" She screams a bit as she tumbles through the air, her scream trailing off ALMOST as if vanishing into the distance. She's not actually flying all that far, though - partly because she could fly under her own power if she had the time and clearance to re-engage her flight frame, mostly because physics doesn't give her enough hang time to worry about it. Buildings and landscape, on the other hand ... A pile of rubble shifts as Seika pulls herself back to her feet. "I think that's enough of a warm-up, don't you?" she smiles, her 'shield' appearing, its grip clutched by her left hand. She lays the bow across the strings ... and starts playing. Sharatangs aren't 'Type Violin' just for their visual design motif, after all. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari tries to shield herself from the sonic assault, getting battered by flying cars, and loosed chunks of buildings, taking a serious battering. When it's over and the dust is clearing, her Boneshaker bazooka is clipped to her arm as she rises, swatting away the dust cloud with her free paw and then lighting up the darkened city with a laser blast. FREEM! "Super Laser! Wheeee~!" At least the two are having more fun and it's not TOO serious a fight, right? 

:'''{{#var:385|Yuna Kagurazaka (385)}} has posed:''' "Yeeeek!" yelps Seika as she gets super lasered; fortunately (yet ironically), the beam doesn't hit her cello-esque shield, instead slamming straight into her torso and knocking her head-over-heels. The Sharatang seems unfazed, though, righting herself and soaring towards Kari. "I was hoping our match would be an elegant dance, without unnecessary brutality," she says apologetically as she lunges in, her bow whipping across like a fencer's foil. "It seems we're of different minds about that, though." 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari's chest armor takes a nasty hit, exploding in typical sentai giant robot fashion as she's knocked over into some buildings in the exchange.     "I'm not elegant and I've fought a lot of giants!" She says, giggling as she shifts under the rubble. The Boneshaker has been put away for now, it seems. But then Kari takes a huge lunge sideways behind a building and shoves hard, toppling the building over and towards her opponent. OOMPH! 

:'''{{#var:385|Yuna Kagurazaka (385)}} has posed:''' There's a rather dismayed yell as the building collapses on top of Seika, burying HER under the rubble now. At least until a rather aggrieved-sounding riff plays, the focused sound waves sending chunks of ruined building flying away from the Sharatang. "Of *very* different minds, it seems ..." she admits, her 'shield' disappearing again. "Ah well ... if you won't keep the beat, I'm afraid the beating will just continue." She charges at Kari once more, her bow-styled melee weapon flashing in a series of jabs. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari manages to fend off a number of the attacks, a lot of damage being done to her shoulder and arm armors from the blade. She takes an opportunity, a lull in the Sharatang's combo, to reach out and try and grab her opponent by the head with both hands, and smash her face into the edge of her knee armor.     "I don't get to fight somebody my size often! It's different!" She says cheerily, before adding "I'm sorry about this!" just as she tries to smash Seika's face into her knee. 

:'''{{#var:385|Yuna Kagurazaka (385)}} has posed:''' Fortunately for Seika, Kari doesn't get quite as solid a grip as she would have wanted, and the Sharatang is able to wriggle most of the way free. Kari's knee still clips Seika's forehead, though, and Seika wobbles comically for a second or so, giving her opponent a goofy grin. "Well, we're both having fun, and the fans should be enjoying it too, so that's the important part, right?" Her 'shield' materializes again ... but instead of applying her bow to the strings, Seika leaps up and forward, trying to bring the flat of her shield down on Kari's noggin. Odds are very, VERY good that the strings will soak up most of the impact, though. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari is knocked flat by the attack, her helmet flying off somewhere or another from the raw impact of the hit. "Ooomph!" She rolls sideways towards a yard full of shipping containers.     Kari responds by hucking shipping containers at Seika with those oversized paw-gauntlets of hers. Here she utilizes her drones once more, the little machines popping out from various angles to take potshots at Seika as well. "And we maybe get new paint jobs after!" She says. 

:'''{{#var:385|Yuna Kagurazaka (385)}} has posed:''' "Aaaaah - !!!" Seika tries hard to dodge the drones' shots, but there are just enough of them to swarm her and keep her from really *dodging*. "That's enough out of your backup band, Ms. Kari! - Although I do admire how well you use them," she admits with a grin as her 'wings' reappear and she takes to the air, trying to get some distance. Her 'shield' is readied again, bow placed across the strings ... She resumes playing, a more ominous series of notes than the little serenade she offered a sample from earlier. Reflecting sound waves off of physical (or simulated) objects is an advanced technique, though, and she hasn't got that knack down yet; the drones are actually fairly likely to survive this. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''      The drones are shaken about, knocked into buildings, and are recalled by Kari before they can take too much damage. They might reappear later, but for now they're no longer players.     Kari grrs. If she was allowed to use her Dire Wolf armor. Stupid flying shinki. So she jumps... past Seika and landing on the large Tokyo Tower look-alike, hanging off of it when her Boneshaker Bazooka appears again and takes a shot at Seika's shield. "Thppbt!" Yes, she's blowing a raspberry at her opponent. 

:'''{{#var:385|Yuna Kagurazaka (385)}} has posed:''' Aiming for the *shield*?! It flies in the face of logic that Seika almost - ALMOST - pulls her 'shield' out of the way in favor of taking the hit herself ... although, considering that the 'shield' is actually part of her arsenal, it should make more sense. As it is, though, she turns her full attention to Kari and just continues playing, more deliberately than before - and more specifically focused, too. It's not a specific melody this time, either, just notes ... still pleasant enough to listen to, mind you. Just a lot less pleasant to be in the direct path of, as the Sharatang focuses her sonic attack on Kari. There's a very determined look on Seika's face now, too - focused, concentrating ... there's a little wisp of regret, but she doesn't want to surrender the match yet. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari ends up somehow tangled in the superstructure of the Tokyo Tower look alike from the force of the blast. "It's a very pretty sound, Seika! I'll have to listen to you when you're not beating me up in the Battle Rondo some time!" Kari says as she tries to extricate herself from the mangled metal, her armor looking much worse for wear. Good thing the visualizer simulates damage, Kari thinks as she pulls a spar of metal from her midsection.     "But I think the match is almost over!" She launches herself at Seika, aiming to knock her opponent down and repeatedly smash her gauntlets into the Sharatang. Swing for the fences, go for a home run! Rah rah! 

:'''{{#var:385|Yuna Kagurazaka (385)}} has posed:''' This time, Seika actually manages to bring her bow (saber) up to take the hit from Kari - and, well ... it works and doesn't work. The part that works is that she's able to fend off most of the impact force of Kari's punches, and keep the beating from being as bad as it COULD be. But Kari still sends her flying down into the cityscape below, and defense or no defense, there's a nice big cloud of dust and fragmented debris rising up around them, not to mention a gorgeous crater being carved out as Kari drives Seika deeper and deeper into the ground. Then Seika manages to bring her legs and 'wings' up and push Kari back, holding her away at somewhat further than arm's-length. "I think you're right, Ms. Kari ...." Seika musters a very bright smile, despite scuff marks on her face. Her bow is placed across the strings of her instrumental shield one more time - And she plays exactly *two* notes, with all the feeling she can muster. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari sees that coming and manages to dodge to one side, some of her waist getting shredded by the sonic blast. And she swings around to Seika's side, drones and Boneshaker materializing as a barrage of lasers comes flying at the Sharatang point-blank in a frenzied assault. Kari really hopes this works because she feels like she can't really go much longer in this fight. Seika is definitely a good opponent! 

:'''{{#var:385|Yuna Kagurazaka (385)}} has posed:''' Not that Seika particularly FEELS like that good of an opponent. "GYAH!!" is as much of a yelp as she gets out before lasers ensue, followed closely by explosions. When the smoke clears, the Type Violin is sprawled messily in an even deeper crater with @.@ eyes. And back in the Masters' box, Yuna slumps, "Aww ... so close, too ..." She turns, looking for Kari's Master, and gives Zarenna a quick thumbs-up and a wry grin. "Congratulations ..." 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Zarenna ers, and smiles sheepishly. "Good match, Miss Kagurazaka. Really strange venue the visualizer threw out, right?"     The visualizer ends its projection and all the damage (minus some paint scuffs from colliding with things) is gone. Kari helps Seika up, smiling. "That was pretty good, Seika! We'll have to meet again and do other stuff like arts, crafts, and music!" The Howling adds enthusiastically. 

:'''{{#var:385|Yuna Kagurazaka (385)}} has posed:''' Seika gets back to her feet with help, looking extremely wobbly. Her head's actually bobbing from side to side some ... and she's sort of reciting something in German. (Classical music buffs might pick out the lyrics from the Ode to Joy, even spoken instead of sung.) 

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1968/Systems Nominal

2015-04-06T23:58:10Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Harriet has, for the time being, been left in Taro's care for now since the Bishop probably understands a lot more about AIs than Zarenna could ever comprehend (plus her specialty is micro-robotics, not artificial intelligence...). Zarenna definitely wants to avoid some of the mistakes she made with Kari and to make sure that Harriet's AI is stable in the prototype frame.     The giant shinki is standing at the window, watching Neo Arcadia with a passive look on her face, the familir simply idling next to her and appearing to be asleep. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     The fact that he's an AI himself, and particularly the fact he self-uplifted to that state, no doubt helps in his understanding.     It -is- a very nice view. His labs face the north, meaning that the desert sunlight illuminates but doesn't dazzle too much when gazing out on the city below. A busy city, with a steady stream of hovercars on the elevated streets and trains running along their tracks between the towers.     Taro himself has been in and out of the lab over the course of the day. He does have other duties to tend to, but he's been close by. His assistants - reploid and human - have popped in and out as well, introducing themselves and checking to see if she needs anything. (And checking her socialization protocols, no doubt.)     He returns now, a mug of tes in one hand, a couple of jellycans clasps in the other. "One of my favorite views," he comments as he joining the tall shinki at the window. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     "They're all small from here. Is that why you enjoy the view?" Harriet intones, a soft quiet voice, hands clasped behind her as she half-turns to glance at Taro. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Taro sets the jelly cans on the table next to Harriet, and makes an offering gesture for her to help herself. "I didn't know whether you have a preference yet." Then, to the question, "I've always been fond of heights." A small graceful shrug. "The broader perspective more than that below us appearing so small." 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Harriet looks at the selection and selects the strawberry flavored one. Sipping from it, she asks "Does it bother you that you're shorter than the others here?" 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     While she picks out a flavor to try, Taro brings over one of the rolling chairs and settles into it. While it won't bring him down completely to her eye level, it does bring them closer. "You noticed, did you? Observant." He takes a sip of steaming tea, then lowers the mug to about the level of his chest. "No. I chose to be this height out of convenience. If I was taller, I would be forever banging my head on access hatches when working." There's some dry humor there, but humor with truth. "Though my Vicars sometimes complain I'm a little too compact when it comes to being repaired...little room left for anything else." 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Harriet turns to face Taro directly. Zarenna did not waste space when designing the augmented shinki; the Mach Hare has the lean figure of an acrobat, not the moe stylings of some of the more recent shinki models. Harriet, in fact, looks like a double-sized copy of Kari; the only true physical difference being Harriet's platinum hair being drawn into a bun compared to Kari's black bob cut. The blank skin has since been carefully painted to resemble a very modest thing with boots.     "So you had a choice. Did you choose to build me so tall compared to my cousins and sister?" There's a hint of anger there. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     The note of anger is not unnoticed. "It was a design choice, yes," Taro answers plainly, but not without sympathy. "One made by Zarenna and myself, and by necessity. To build what we did into you and into your familiar," he gives a nod to the resting armored suit, "couldn't be built any smaller, even with the level of technology we have here. That is why you're the height that you are. To have been smaller would have meant leaving something out that she wished for you to have and enjoy." 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Harriet nods slowly. "I'm unique. I'm not a legal entrant in the Battle Rondo. I don't use standard shinki parts. I have artificial muscles instead of servos like Kari does. What purpose did Master and you build me for?" 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Why do I exist? It's the existential question of all sentients. Though for machine intelligences, the question often is more important than a mere philosophical exercise...     "You are unique," Taro says in quiet confirmation, "and no, you cannot compete in the Battle Rondo. Though that is because it would be highly unfair to them to expect to compete against one of your caliber..." He brings his cup up for another sip, then sets it near the edge of the table. "We built you to be what a standard shinki is not. Sturdy, hardy, able to better compete in the games where the dangers and damage are very real and not in a controlled arena, out in the field where a recharge cradle may not be easy to come by." 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Harriet folds her arms across her chest, the hare familiar seeming to reflect its controller's mood by being agitated and glancing around quickly. "So I'm more military hardware than most shinki. Why should I accept this? Organics find their own purpose, why shouldn't I?"     It's not fair, I'm more a thing!, one can practically hear in Harriet's thoughts. This one is very different from Kari's much more chaotic and un-introspective behavior. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     The sharing of moods between shinki and familiar is also noted, and if Harriet were in a better mood, he'd be more interested in testing that. For now, though, it's Harriet herself that has his full attention.     Well, almost full. He is watching the hare out of the corner of his eye, in case of a misfire.     "You've only been active for a day," Taro points out, again not unkindly. "Before you go rejecting this shell that we built for you, don't you think you should at least try it out first?" 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Harriet smirks. "I didn't mean a new body, I meant being just a piece of military hardware. I can do a lot more things than Kari because I'm bigger and stronger." 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Taro gives a quiet snort in answer to that. "You are no more 'just' a piece of military hardware than I am 'just' an engineering program." He raises his left hand out, palms up and fingers together in an up-and-down motion directed at her. "You are a fully sentient machine intelligence, Harriet, not some drone. I fully expect you to become more than the sum of your parts." 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Harriet nods. "I heard shinki aren't property once we're activated. What does that mean if I'm beholden to Master?" She asks, mood softening to a more curious tone. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     "To be beholden to someone is not a terrible thing, but I may be biased in this." His own opinions on slavery and free will are best a conversation for another time. When she's matured a bit, perhaps... "In Neo Arcadia, you are not property, but you would be considered to be as a child due to your age. Zarenna is your Guardian, and she is responsible for seeing to your well-being. As her ward, I imagine she expects you to listen to her and to obey her rules." 

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1957/Harriet

2015-04-05T22:10:12Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Parts lie scattered across the tables. Half-finished parts that proved to be defective lie in bins. Zarenna is standing up stretching after sitting at the bench for awhile, the completed 'familiar' sitting on the table with Kari watching it as she makes it move and such via her drone controller. Gotta test it!     The protype itself is still on the rack, waiting for final details to be added/finished. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Taro has been alternating between the roles of engineer, advisor, and note-taker, and has been making updates to schematics as Zarenna and he have found better solutions to particular problems they did not find existed until the actual construction. One of the wallscreens has been dedicated to showing these in realtime as changes are made.     They've also no doubt been through a pot of tea or two and some jelly cans, along with whatever Zarenna's beverage of choice might be.     Unsurprisingly, the android shows little sign of fatigue himself as he's been working beside them. He casts a glance at Zarenna as she stands up and stretches. "Do you need a break?" 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Zarenna ahhs. "Yeah, that would be nice. I need to stretch out and keep the circulation going." The woman starts pacing around the lab to keep the effects of long inactivity from setting in.     Meanwhile, Kari hmms and waves her hands trying to get better control of the rabbit-like drone. "This is hard..." The drone suddenly shoots off the table, scattering some of the miscellaneous scrap that had been used to build it, hitting the ceiling, ricocheting off of that, the wall, and the floor before stopping. "Oh... Uh... sorry!" Kari says sheepishly. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Taro gives a nod to the woman...and then ducks as the remote-controlled 'familiar' sails over his head. Bits and bobs clatter to the floor, followed by the mini-machine when it finally lands. No immediate harms seems to have been done, though, at least to the room. Well, perhaps a scuff mark on the ceiling, but it's likely not the first or last up there.     Unphased, he slides out of his chair to scoop it up from where it came to rest. "Forgiven. But you may want to be a little less enthusiastic." He gently turns it over in his hands, checking it for any damage from its unintended first flight. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Probably software incompatability issues, meaning Kari isn't designed from the ground up to control the drone. The design, of course, includes sensors for measuring the timing of the jumps, in the ears naturally. There's software to interpret it, of course, but they're loaded in the prototype frame, not in Kari's drone controller. Zarenna's comment as she straightens herself from ducking against the idea of a rabbit-shaped projectile hidding her, is "Well, we know that system works... Thank you Kari." 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Taro makes a quiet amused sound as he carries the familiar back to where it had previously been on the table. "It's also sturdy enough to survive a light impact like that." Though it's not really necessary, he brushes it off with a corner of his cassock's sleeve before setting it down. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Zarenna starts doing her usual stretch routine. Kari on the other hand is over by the frame, unrolling the sheet of 'skin' that shinki use and looking at all the embedded wiring on the interior side. "Wow, so this is what my skin is made of?" 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Taro watches Zarenna absently, though it's Kari that his attention. "So it is," he confirms with a nod, then turns to look at the shinki and the now unrolled roll of synthskin. "Those wires there are part of the exterior sensor system. It's very much like early-generation reploid synthskin, except yours is thinner." 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari ohs. "It's skin-colored, does that mean people will think she's naked?" Kari starts cutting the skin according to what's laid out on the table. She's trying to help! Might need somebody to hold the material while she mans the cutters though. "She's so tall too. Maybe she could be one of those skinny models I see on TV..." 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Taro wipes his gloved hands on a convenient clean rag, then moves to rest his hands on the 'skin' so that it stops slipping and sliding under Kari's cutter. "Here." A pause. "I imagine she'll be wearing one armor or another most of the time, just as you do." Thanks to the subscription she gifted him, he's fairly comfortable with shinki-specific terms, including clothing being referred to as 'armor' even when being nothing more than cloth. "That she'll be taller than you doesn't bother you, does it?" 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari thinks for a moment... "No! But there aren't any shinki as tall or big as her, so she might get teased by the other shinki for being an amazon giantess! That's why I have to be the older sister and beat them up for making fun of her." And on goes the foot skin. Kari holds the piece on and in the right positions so Taro can apply the sonic device that seals the seams and locks in the connections to the frame. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     "Mm." As Kari places and holds, Taro applies and presses the button on the sonic wand. Methodical, precise, with a faint almost morse-code hummm and slence as the sonics switch on and off. "So long as you beat them up only until the lesson is delivered and learned. Though she may also want to deliver that lesson herself." Pacifistic his religion is not. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Onto the other foot piece. Good thing shinki don't have toes, that would make it a pain to cut these things. "Only enough to make them stop."     While the other foot skin is being sonically welded on, Zarenna takes a seat. "You two are doing that a lot better than I can. Robot precision, huh?" 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Taro gives the barest of nods to Zarenna without looking up from the work. "Indeed. I designed this shell of mine specifically for this kind of detailed work. Strange as it might sound, I rather enjoy doing such work by hand."     Shinki with toes...an interesting concept there...but no, any benefits would likely not outweigh the drawbacks with that change. They don't need the additional flexibility in their feet.     "Have you decided upon a name yet?" has asks of the two of them. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Zarenna shrugs. "Most shinki are named for their type. Kari isn't- she's named after a dog my parents had when I was a child. This is going to be called a Mach Hare, so I had settled on Harriet as a name." 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     "Harriet, hm?" The pun is missed at first - the play on sounds doesn't quite translate into Neo Arcadian, apparently. "Mach Hare...that has a nice ring to it. It wouldn't be out of place with a combat-model reploid, either." The humming stops as Taro draws the wand away. "I think we're ready for the leg pieces, Kari." 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari dutifully starts cutting out the leg pieces...     Eventually, between Taro and Kari, Harriet is skinned and the base paint applied. The face takes a bit of work since there are a lot of more delicate connections required, but eventually it's done and the hair is also added. Zarenna has busied herself setting up and registering the CMS, as well as making sure the software is set up correctly. The small connection device that allows control over the drone is unplugged from Kari's drone controller and into a port in the open chest cavity. Zarenna takes a deep breath and plugs in the CMS, gently closing the panel on the double-sized shinki. "Well, here we go." 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     The work is nearing its end, and the results so far meet Taro's standards. He's also made a few additional annotations to the schematics, in this case noting Harriet's specific skin, hair, and eye colors. Important details for the repairs that will inevitably follow. Her CMS registration number is dutifully noted as well.     He relinquishes the seat and the space around Harriet so that Zarenna can make the final connections. So that he's not trying to look over her shoulder, he moves to observe from the opposite side of the table. "Would you be offended if I offered a prayer?" 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:''' Zarenna says, "No, not at all." She busies herself setting up the little notebook and plugging it into the stand. Gotta register Harriet with MMS, after all. Kari is busy cleaning up the scrap parts, sometimes goofing off by playing with them. One thing she's cobbled together is a long-handled hammer-pick thing that vaguely resembles a bird's beak, which she swings around making silly sounds. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     As Zarenna works her way through Harriet's registration and Kari...is acting like herself...Taro closes his eyes and prays, voice a reverent murmur. "Benevolent CyberGoddess, we praise you for all the skills you have shared with your people, and we ask that they will always be exercised for your honor and glory. We humbly ask that you bless this new creation, Harriet, the Mach Hare." He makes a small and presumably relgious gesture over the table. "May her datasets without error and her shell guarded against malfunction, as our souls are guarded from defects. End Carrier."     He opens his eyes again, making an amused sound at the shinki's antics. "And what sort of weapon do you call that, Kari?" Then, more seriously and to Zarenna, "Is it finished?" 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     "A ravenhammer! It's black and beaky, it can smash or pierce! It's the whole package! ... I wonder if I can sell them on TV in a half-hour commercial...?" She muses, looking at her ad hoc creation.     Zarenna finishes typing. "Yes."     It takes a moment for the larger shinki to activate, opening gold-yellow eyes. "Hmmm? Hello Master, Kari... and Taro?" The motions are pretty graceful. The drone comes to life as well, called close to Harriet, where it settles. Weird how it isn't actually an independent AI and seems more... independent than Kari's drones are. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Taro gives a small nod, this time to the newly awakening shinki. "Yes, that's right. Welcome to the world, Harriet." A glance to the drone as it settles in to take up guard by her, then to Zarenna. "By all appearances, she's operating as expected." Very pleasing.     A somewhat puzzled glance at Kari. "Don't you mean presentation?" Infomercials must not be common here... 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari uh... "Informerical, Mister Taro. They tell you all about things and offer special deals too! They're on super early in the morning though, and a lot of it is for stuff I'm not allowed to us, like blenders, cookware, toaster ovens, and cheese graters."     Before Taro can ask about the cheese grater, Zarenna says "Kari, I spent hours fixing you after you tried to use the grater. There's a reason you're not allowed to grate the cheese on your own."     Harriet seems to be doing some kind of system diagnostic, as she is flexing and testing her frame. And then there's a rapid clicking sound as the drone is changed over to armor form and wraps around Harriet, making her even bulkier than she already was (for a shinki anyway). The helmet vanes/ears seem to move on their own. "I see. I can sense where things are." The rapid-fire laser gun appears on her shoulder from the slipway and starts moving on its own, tracking an errant insect that has found its way into the lab. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Another quietly pleased sound. "Drone integration appears to be working as well. Excellent." High praise from the Bishop. "I'd rather you not practice firing in here, please. Leave the insect be."     Then, finally, the name parses when he considers it in English. "Ah. Hare. Harriet. Very clever, you two."     Taro takes a seat as they continue post-activation diagnostics for Harriet, keeping an eye as well on how she and Kari interact. They are going to be siblings, after all...     Once all is done, a quiet celebration for a sucessful experiment and a new life beginning. 

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1887/Local Shinki Expo 2015

2015-03-27T04:26:42Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     A large banner welcomes guests to one of the convention halls found in the more futuristic districs of Urbania.     WELCOME TO THE AU 23 SPRING SHINKI EXPOSITION     The convention hall itself looks like a converted aircraft hangar, with a cavernous interior space packed with visitors, vendors, and of course tiny robots known as shinki. Good thing it's so airy, otherwise all the electronics and people around would make this place uncomfortably warm. The center 'stage' is the large MMS booth, where one can purchase a variety of shinki, spare parts, and other stock items for the small robots. Holographic displays, polite clerks (both human and shinki) help the throngs of people with questions and purchases. Around this are smaller booths that sell customized costume armor, booths belonging to clubs of shinki enthusiasts, helpful shinki adoption agencies, and more! For visiting shinki themselves, there are elevated walkways to keep them safe from human feet, such that the booths have two fronts; one for people, one for shinki. Near the entrance is a large doll-house like display where the shinki can relax while their masters are inside if they wish.     As people and shinki enter the convention hall, helpful pamphlets are given to those attendees who lack smart devices, while those with the tech gadgets can scan a QR-like code to get the convention schedule and map. 

:'''{{#var:119|Jinxel (119)}} has posed:'''      Jinxel must be a curious sight to the various convention goers, being a pastel-colored pony amidst the crowd of humanoids. Even curiouser still is the fact that there is a Shinki riding around on her head between her ears. An MMS Type Nurse - Brightfeather model in fact by the name of Selena.      "Well, here we are Selena!" Jinxel says as she moves her head close to one of those walkways so that her little Shinki can dismount, "I hope we find something good here."      Selena, not geared up with her additional armor pieces, smiles and nods, "Thank you for bringing me here Master. You really didn't have to."      Jinxel waves her hoof dismissively, "Nonsense Selena, you're my friend, and shopping together is just something freinds do." 

:'''{{#var:368|Tesla Armadia (368)}} has posed:''' "Come on Master, you've been working much too hard lately! It won't hurt you to take a short break." Saiga wasn't strong enough to physically drag her keeper around, but vocally had pretty much the same effect until Tesla finally gave in, as much as she had insisted she needed to be prepared in case Rex called for her assistance. All the same Tesla probably did need the break. It's just really hard to get a busy mad scientist/evil mastermind to do so, making it some what of an accomplishment that Saiga even got her to go finally. "You really are a persistant little pest when you want to be," she jokes as she takes one of the handout maps. It still gets Saiga to beam cheerfully. "As your lab assistant it is also my job to make sure you don't overwork yourself." 

:'''{{#var:707|Xiaomu (707)}} has posed:''' Xiaomu scans the QR code on her way in - practically even before she's really finished registering - and is skimming through the schedule as she collects whatever other free swag is available up front. Most of it is probably brochures and promotional materials, but hey, you do NOT go to a convention and pass up the free stuff. The Shinki-scale walkways seem to amuse her, as she can't help but smile while looking at them. She's going to have to be careful not to crash into any of them, but that shouldn't be a problem as long as she's paying attention. Oddly, the sight of a pastel-furred pony trotting around doesn't seem to get as much of the sage fox's attention as the Shinki themselves do. And while she's looking plenty, she *is* trying not to stare. She's heard some Shinki on the radio, just hasn't had a chance to see them in person before. 

:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''     A Shinki convention? Not that unusual, but Auron has found himself with nothing to do today, and he has enough to afford a ticket to this. Having had a Shinki once, Auron knows what to expect of Shinkis. But not what to expect of a convention! And he's curious, so... off he goes.     He isn't wearing his usual attire, with the samurai-like haori over it. Fact, he looks remarkably normal, with a short-sleeved button-up shirt and black slacks. But of course he's still wearing those heavy boots of his. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     It's a strange thing when Kari actually blends into the crowd. For the most part anyway. She's driving (slowly) around a remote controlled red wagon/cart on the convention floor with The List. That's a list of parts, very specific parts, her Master has requested for projects. Small boxes are in the cart, from various vendors. The only reason Kari might be recognizable is the fact that her Howling armor's boots have weird little skate things on the side. Plus she's the one making vroom vroom sounds as she directs the cart with her drone controller.     Free swag indeed! As Xiaomu expects, most of these are pamphlets or catalogs, though the Kemotech booth is giving out button pins of Maochao, Howling, Pomock, Partio, Gabrine, and Renge (which they designed and produce for MMS). Some of the other manufacturers have free merchandise as well, such as Union Steel giving out keychains, another havning out little pocket flashlights, etc.     Jinxel does get a few looks. Mostly a mixture of befuddlement and amazement. A few people stop, ask questions about what kind of place Jinxel is from, how she and her shinki like being together. At least ONE person seems to believe that Jinxel is some kind of advanced robotic horse (well, it /is/ a cyberpunk part of the Multiverse) and that its amazing that they could replicate a pony so faithfully.     Tesla and Saiga may find some of the 'tuner' booths interesting, where they talk about improving the performance of the shinki without violating the rules set forth by governments and MMS proper. There's also an awful lot of costume armor being sold to the little robots, as well as a few booths that seem to be... shinki fashion shows?     Among the booths, as Auron enters the hall, is one with a few large TVs and a crowd of people. This is where people have gathered to watch replays of past Battle Rondos, as well as the highlights of the contenders' careers in such. There's even one screen showing the bouts that shinki participated in during the World Martial Arts Tournament. 

:'''{{#var:119|Jinxel (119)}} has posed:'''      Eeehehehehe... heh... n_n;      For the most part, Jinxel manages to take all the questions and inquiries in stride, though the one person who mistakes her for some horse robot does catch her off guard. You'd think that after all this time, she'd be more used to people gawking at her for being a pony.      Watching all this, Selena shakes her head, "Perhaps you should have stayed at home, Master. I could have handled the shopping myself."      "No, it's alright," Jinxel says with a sweatdrop on her brow, "It gave me an excuse to get out of the house for a bit. It's always a bit hard to get away during the winter when most everything is snowed in. Besides, you might need some help bringing your purchases home, and the ground is too rough for those carts." Then she turns to her Shinki, "What're you looking for anyway?"      "Just some replacements and upgrade parts to help me do my job better," Selena says, then asks, "Has your friend gotten around to making that outfit by the way?"      "Oh, you mean Rarity? I haven't had a chance to check yet. She's always so busy with her seasonal lineups and I don't want to nag..." 

:'''{{#var:368|Tesla Armadia (368)}} has posed:''' Tesla Armadia stands at the back of the gathering, listening idly but mostly musing to herself. She doesn't really give a crap about 'legal regulations' herself but if she twiddled with Saiga too much she wouldn't be viable for compatition. It was out of an idle curiosity of how people do it more than anything else. Sitting on her shoulder, Saiga was actually even more bored with it. Because she didn't really worry about how she worked, just as long as she was able to do it. Her attention is drifting a bit, which is why she's the one that hears the familiar voices chatting. She shifts a bit from Tesla's shoulder to wave at Selena and Jinxel. "Hi guys!" 

:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''     Hello there, what's this? Auron pauses at the TVs, shifting out of the way of the main flow of foot traffic. He'd missed most of the WMAT unfortunately, so he'd missed the Shinki fights in it. This is definitely something that interests him, then. Thankfully he's reasonably tall, so a large crowd shouldn't make it too difficult to see. For that reason, he stays at the back of said crowd as he watches. 

:'''{{#var:707|Xiaomu (707)}} has posed:''' Well, at a convention like this, all of the swag really is going to be marketing of one sort or another. But the more creative the swag is, the better! So Xiaomu is arranging some of the button pins on her vest's collar - not really in any particular order, although Maochao seems like it might be a favorite of hers down the line. The keychain goes into a pocket, because you can never have too many keychains; if the pocket flashlight has a ring or strap or something, it'll get hooked onto the keychain. And then Xiaomu has to backpedal in a hurry so she doesn't go tripping over a little red wagon. "Whoops!!" she yelps, flailing a bit as she leans AWAY from Kari and her cargo. "Sorry, I didn't see you at first! You okay down there?" 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari looks like the Howling on the button, except for those things on her leg armor. "Oh, I'm alright! Are your shins okay? How about your ankles? They look like they got a workout when you didn't fall." She says in a strangely cheery voice. "It's a good thing you didn't fall, miss, because then you would've gotten hurt! And then there'd be EMTs, and then an ambulance, and then amnesia. ... No, that's soap operas. Sorry!"     The WMAT TV is showing a match between Vervi (a Vervietta model shinki, noted as being very rare) and Shizune Nakamura, taking place in Papaya Island Stadium at night. Announced by Pinkie Pie, no less. It /has/ been edited for content. 'We've got our opponents getting themselves ready to beat the tar out of each other. Oh who's gonna win? It's just so exciiiitinggggg!' is the bit that catches the ear. It's the beginning of the bout apparently, with Vervi and Shizune exchanging greetings and wish each other luck. 

:'''{{#var:119|Jinxel (119)}} has posed:'''      "Oh! Saiga! Miss Tesla! Hello!" Jinxel replies with s she waves a hoof, "I wasn't expecting to see you two here today! Decided to get out of the lab?"      Selena turns and politely bows, "Hello miss Armadia. Have you been well?" 

:'''{{#var:368|Tesla Armadia (368)}} has posed:''' "Pfft," Saiga snorts as she rolls her eyes cutely. "More like I had to drag her out. So to speak." Tesla turns her head a bit when she hears her name. "Oh, hello there. Saiga insisted I take a break, yes. And I suppose she is right. Otherwise I wouldn't be of much good when I'm actually needed." "You can thank me by getting me a cool souvenier or something." 

:'''{{#var:279|Maxine Sandberg (279)}} has posed:''' Maxine decided to look into the Shinki convention herself. It didn't hurt to look into technology from other worlds, and Fundroids has there own small robots after all. Though she notices Tesla along with her shinki almost right away. This would be a bit awkward if there many Confederates here, but she has no intention of starting a fight. She can't but to smile upon noticing Kari though, "It seems like you get hired to promote technology quite a bit don't you?" This is the second time she's ran into the shinki doing so. 

:'''{{#var:707|Xiaomu (707)}} has posed:''' Xiaomu stops and blinks at Kari, a frown slowly setting up shop on the foxgirl's features. That wasn't some kind of insult, implying that she should have fallen, was it? ... well, public places are a bad venue for picking a fight, and Xiaomu hasn't had nearly her fill of exploring the convention yet, so she just grins at Kari. "My legs are tougher than they look, don't worry about me! I was more worried about you, honestly - I mean, a Shinki might be able to handle a full-size human landing on them, but it'd be terrible if I landed on your wagon and crushed everything you've been spending so much money on ..." Biiiiiiiiiiiig grin as she says that, too. "Anyway, yeah, no harm done, thank you for worrying about me. It's my first time seeing Shinki in person, so I'm kinda buzzing about it!" 

:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''     Conversation will eventually win out over the TV, and as Auron hears Xiaomu's semi-familiar voice from the radio, he turns to look in that direction. Xiaomu-- and Kari as well-- might hear his footsteps, soft thuds under the hum of the crowd before he speaks up. "Shinki are stronger than they may appear," he says quietly. To note he doesn't have one with him, but he seems to know a little, at least. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Honestly Kari wasn't picking a fight so much as displaying concern in her own way for a person. "Oh it's okay. They're packed well for shipping. And they're all for Master, she asked for a lot of parts! Okay, there's one thing there I bought for myself, but it's cloth and it'd survive getting fallen on." First time seeing a shinki? "Really?" Kari sounds surprised. "Hope you're having fun, miss! There's a lot of shinki, and Master is working on designing some new ones. She already built me some custom armor... But I'm not allowed to wear it if I'm not in battle. It's too dangerous because it shoots grenades and has a really big gun."     Auron's shadow falls over Kari and she looks backwards and up.     "Oh. Hello!" 

:'''{{#var:707|Xiaomu (707)}} has posed:''' And so Xiaomu circles back around to recognizing exactly where Kari is coming from; she's placed enough orders online for various things that she can fully recognize the importance of products being safely and properly packaged. "Ah, that's good to hear then!" she smiles. "I'm Xiaomu, it's good to make your acquaintance." Cue an Auron. "Both of you," she amends without missing a beat. "So, if I were looking to get a Shinki ... companion? Ally? What *is* the right word, anyway?" she wonders. "Given Shinki are sentient, it seems a little wrong to just talk about them like objects of ownership ..." Then again, Kari had no qualms about talking about her 'Master,' so ... 

:'''{{#var:368|Tesla Armadia (368)}} has posed:''' The pony and her shinki go back to their browsing, so Tesla and Saiga go back to meandering from booth to booth as well. Admittably it was nice to do something that was, in comparison to the normal eccentricities of life, calm and 'normal'. Yes, a busy convention is normal in comparison to the type of stuff she normally does. 

:'''{{#var:29|Mel (29)}} has posed:''' Walking along the elevated walkways, keeping mostly to herself for the time being and blending in with the throngs of other Shinki, comes a meticulously well-kempt gynoid wearing military-esque attire. The black and white patterned, form-fitting, uniform she wears is vaguely German in design - with a pressed sailor's collar and overlaying starkly pink dress tie. Her pixie-cut, salmon, hair is unadorned by her usual black naval cap today - yet even so the style of dress the gynoid wears is reminiscent of air force attire. Appropriate to the setting, though almost assuredly by coincidence. Her rose-colored eyes seem to be affixed to the very large screen overhead - and the visual display of WMAT thereupon - even as she wanders the pathways aimlessly about. 'Shinki are stronger than they appear', alright. This one especially. In fact, she literally walks right past as Auron says this... but she doesn't stop to comment. Just idly glances at him for several seconds in passing, as if to assess him before turning and having a seat on th guard rail of the walkway... and staring up at that screen again. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari is not entirely sure why she's getting attention from three people know. She sort of remembers Maxine from when she was doing advertising things for a video game store, so she waves to Maxine. "Oh, I'm not promoting technology today, miss, I'm getting stuff for my Master." 

:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''     Auron nods to Kari in greeting. "Hello," he offers in return. "I hope you and your master are well?" He's gotten better at this 'small talk' thing, too. Xiaomu's question gets a tilt of his head. "Companions, generally," he answers. "I believe the way it works is that Shinki are allowed to be sold so long as they're not activated. Before that, they're objects. Once they're active, they're considered people. There's also the Virtual Master Program if you want to see if Shinki ownership is for you."     Mr. Exposition just can't give the teaching gig up, it seems.     Though he also notices Mel-- he's good at knowing when he's being watched. He turns in her direction and offers a nod of greeting. 

:'''{{#var:279|Maxine Sandberg (279)}} has posed:''' "I see, that would explain the wagon." Maxine nods at that, "I'm personally interested in all types of robotics, but getting a Shinki would be a bit of a conflict of interest." There's things she can't get let get out after all. "That and shinkis would likely draw suspicion where I'm from." That seem to be too self-aware to legally exist where she's from. 

:'''{{#var:29|Mel (29)}} has posed:''' Every now and again, the salmon-haired Shinki in German air force uniform looks back at the throng of strangers discussing Shinki... and then back to the screen. Though she hears every word, she really ins't keen to jump into others' conversations, and be a busy-body, but when Auron mentions that Shinki aren't considered 'people' until they're activated - she seems to take exception. "...Shinki are never 'objects'." Her synthetic voice is soft as rose petals, but it has hardened quality to its tone that might make her seem anything but dainty. "That's a dangerous mentality, it's when people think hinki are objects that they are thrown away as soon as they're inconveinant..." There's a biting edge to her voice, but it fades as she trails off. She diverts her eyes to the screen again, then, and begins to tug at her tie... 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari beams. "I'm Kari Wolf, nice to meet you!" She says to Auron and Xiaomu and Maxine. "She's doing very well, mister. Designing new shinki." She kind of just watches the exchange of people for now...     She listens to Mel. "Most people I've met don't treat us like objects, more like people. And if I meet somebody who thinks I'm an object, I'll object!" 

:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''     "I said 'considered'," Auron specifies gently, looking back and over his shoulder at Mel. "As in 'in this state it is legal to buy and sell them'. Once they're active it's not. I don't consider them objects either." He pauses, gives a gentle smile. "Still. My apologies. That was a rude thing for me to say." Kari's statement gets a nod as well. "You'd have plenty of company," he assures her. "Including me." 

:'''{{#var:29|Mel (29)}} has posed:''' A furtive glance is afforded Auron as he clarifies his intent. The Shinki smoothes her tie with a gloved hand quietly, before acknowledging it softly, "...I see, I am sorry for my part too." Her shift away again, diverted quickly to the TV but, there's a genuine apologeticness to her tone. "...You're not wrong." And she ends it at that, picking herself up from the guard rail and slowly walking away toward the booths in the background. The walk between the floor center, where the various Shinki booths are arrayed, is a long one for her indeed. Not just because of her size either. The tankiest Shinki seems to just slowly meander along, casting curious lingering glances this way and that... yet not really paying much attention either. It's because of this absent-minded way that she wanders that she doesn't really even notice she walks right of the elevated pathways and into the human ones. ...and eventually someone's... boot? 

:'''{{#var:368|Tesla Armadia (368)}} has posed:''' Tesla Armadia glances down as something bounces against her foot. "Oh, I'm sorry. Am I in your way?" she takes a step back from where Mel is, then stoops down to help the little robot girl back up. "Hello!" Saiga waves to the other shinki from Tesla's shoulder. Fortunately she's not wearing her actual loader gear, so it's just an entirely normal wave. 

:'''{{#var:279|Maxine Sandberg (279)}} has posed:''' "Well, that's partly why I don't get a shinki. There's some people where I'm from would see them as objects and not people. I'm trying to change that but it's not something that will happen overnight." Maxine sounds a bit frustrated by that. She looks a bit uneasy as Tesla closes in on them. The two of them have fought out in the past after all. 

:'''{{#var:707|Xiaomu (707)}} has posed:''' You'll have to excuse Xiaomu, she just got distracted by a virtual Shinki fighting game while Kari was dividing her attention between conversations. "So ... yeah, so once Shinki are activated they're people, no argument there," says the sage fox otaku, getting her brain back into the conversation. "Although with that said - why do Shinki want to fight, and why would a Master want to put her Shinki in harm's way in the arena?" It *is* a question she's been wondering about. Certainly she can imagine reasons that would motivate a Shinki to gear up for combat, whether for 'sport' or for real combat, but she wants to hear some Shinki on the subject. 

:'''{{#var:29|Mel (29)}} has posed:''' The meticulously dressed, tie wearing, Shinki spills over backward after practically faceplanting into someone's boot. As her body rolls back, that pressed salmon-colored tie flies up and lands squarely over her eyes. For all of about a moment, she just lies there... stunned and sprawled. But then... "Huh. That happened apparently." Then the voice comes and she sees the outline of a hand beyond the boundaries of her tie, the shadow of which nearly blots out the overhead lights. She accepts the help standing up. "Uh.. thanks." She dusts herself, before affording the Shinki and her owner an embarassed smile in turn. "Sorry!" "...And I wasn't even drunk this time." She mutters to herself quietly afterward. Xiaomu's question, a bit faint admittedly as Mel was walking AWAY from the rest at the time, still draws a sidelong glance. "...Because... it's fun?" It was, actually, but she might not be the most unbiased Shinki... being one DESIGNED to have her face smashed in regularly after all. 

:'''{{#var:368|Tesla Armadia (368)}} has posed:''' "Competative combat is like a sport for shinki," Saiga chimes in as Tesla stands back up, holding onto the scientist's head to brace herself with the movements. "But fighting isn't necessary. Sometimes we just work to help our Masters do their jobs, or take care of the housework for them, or whatever else we feel will be useful." Noticing Maxine and her wary look, Tesla just smiles faintly and gives a nod in her direction. One scientist to another and all that. Just because she's a mastermind doesn't mean she doesn't have manners! 

:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''     "Shinki battles can also be holographic," Auron adds, to everyone else's answers. "Like in the Ring of Philosophy in Njorun. Simulated damage and no one is injured. Exhibition matches or tournaments, it can keep things from getting too 'real', if desired. Some do fight, without the holographic projectors, for their masters. For sport or profit, or to protect themselves and their masters." 

:'''{{#var:29|Mel (29)}} has posed:''' "Pretty much." Mel adds, with a soft nod. Well, at least the 'sport' bit. "We all have different functions though. Some of us are made for fighting, or singing, or delivery, or..." She gestures quietly with a gloved hand in the air, as if to say that list goes on and on... "...well, lots of stuff." She glances briefly at the nearest wall at the Master talk though. "...Yeah..." ...But then, Auron's commentary draws her back. "Right. Actually, Shinki battles are SUPPOSED to be mostly holographic... but not everybody obeys regulation. Not even Shinki really." Such is the way of sentient creatures. "...I don't really need 'em, especially with my exoframe. But I'm kinda designed to be able to be hit by a bus and survive..." She scratches at the back of her head sheepishly. It doesn't take long, though, before the tankiest Shinki's eyes are wandering again. "...'m upposed buy a new costume while I'm here, aren't I?." It's almost a mumble again. "...something cute for work, I guess..." 

:'''{{#var:707|Xiaomu (707)}} has posed:''' Xiaomu nods, taking in the answers that come her way regarding Shinki combat. "Thank you," she answers Mel and Saiga with a smile. "That does make a lot of sense - and I'd guessed that 'for fun' was a part of it." Her smartphone chirps at her, and she pulls up the convention schedule. "- oh, on that note, there's an exhibition match I wanted to check out, get a taste of seeing Shinki fight ... I presume they wouldn't put on an exhibition match if they didn't want people to see, anyway? Given what we were just talking about ..." 

:'''{{#var:368|Tesla Armadia (368)}} has posed:''' "Technically, I'm designed for helping with construction and manufacturing, but I still enjoy a good brawl on occasion." Saiga makes a cute little boxing motion with one fist. "My small size does help me get into places in machines my Master can't though." 

:'''{{#var:279|Maxine Sandberg (279)}} has posed:''' Maxine smiles back at Tesla feeling a bit relieved, she's glad they can put their differences aside for one day for the purpose of science. "Well, that's certainly more than I can handle. Though I'm sure you could likely destroy a bus." The tiny robot looks pretty well-armored. "Yes, a small set of hands would come in handy sometimes when working with delicate technology. Though, I know other things are difficult at that size." Maxine still remembers the time she spent shrunk down. 

:'''{{#var:29|Mel (29)}} has posed:''' "Nn.." Mel glances at Saiga before she departs toward the costume booth and grins, "I bet. Actually, a Shinki made for construction's probably pretty tough too, huh?" And then over her shoulder to nod at Xiaomu quietly, before turning again to acknowledge Maxine, "Hm... maybe?" Random thoughts of blowing up a bus flash through her mind, and then her face contorts into a 'yeah right' expression privately. Not much purpose to to that otherwise amusing image. "...probably. And yeah, being small has its advantages. ... Well, I gotta find a Kappa costume. Later!" She throws up a hand to wave vigorously at the lot of them before turning to walk away. Leaving them only her potentially very confusing taste in costumes to fill the gap! (Kappa: http://courtneyhooper.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/kappa_bl.jpg) 

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     On Kari's last visit, Taro sent home with her one of his access "keys" (more of a dongle, really) so that she and her master would have easier access to his lab in Neo Arcadia. All they need to is carry it along with them, and the elevator doors will open and whisk them up to the lobby without having to contend with security, guards or otherwise.     As usual, the weather is sunny, and the floor-to-ceiling windows allow the sun to naturally brighten the lab. One of the larger alcoves has been reserved for his arriving guests, with a large holoworktable, a couple of human-sized rolling chairs, and two side tables - one holds a tea tray and some light refreshments, and the other with a shinki-sized chair and a couple of jelly cans. Some of his preliminary work is already splayed out on the holotable, while the files that Zarenna sent to him earlier is displayed on the wall-mounted vidscreens. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Zarenna arrives, not paying the automatically opening doors any mind, pulling along a small rolling case behind her. Today her hair seems to be green. Wasn't it purple before?     Kari is tucked away in the breast pocket of Zarenna's lab coat, looking around at everything as Zarenna walks. The shinki spots Taro and waves, smiling brightly! "Hello Mister Taro! Master wanted to come this time!" 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Taro would remember Zarenna's hair color the last time they met - that it may be different now doesn't seem to faze him in the least. His pleasant tone of voice will hopefully make up for his lack of smile. "Welcome, Kari, Zarenna." A small bow is given as he greets them. "Please come in." After a moment, he adds with a hint of amusement, "You do not absolutely have to call me 'Mister', Kari. But it's your choice."     He'll wave in the direction of a chair to offer it to Zarenna, though he himself remains standing. "I began sketching out some designs for body armor, though of course your input would be welcomed. While I have great experience in robotics design in general, you of course would know more about your new design than I do." 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Zarenna hmms... "Well, thank you Taro. I actually brought a test frame, but I didn't have time to attach any myomer before I was assigned to work on a micro-hydraulics study." The woman glances at Kari, who seems to have hopped out of the pocket and is undoing the latches on the rolling case. "Kari, why are you...?"     "I wanna help build my sister, Master!" She says cheerily as she gets the last latch undone and clumsily opens the top of the case. "This is important to you, so it should be important to me!" Kari adds with a smile. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     The prototype frame does indeed lack the myomer muscles. And 'skin'. And a CMS. The frame is bulky compared to the shinki who opened the case, about twice the height. There seems to be space for two Neo-Arcadian power-cells in the torso, the kind that might power a beam sword like what Taro showed Zarenna. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     The corners of Taro's eyes crinkle, and his lips upturn slightly. "I'm glad to see you're enthusiastic about this project, Kari. Your input is welcome to me as well. A moment." He'll stroll past them both, returning shortly afterwards with a rolling toolcase with a flat top. This he gently glides over to near the two side tables, then sets about opening drawers to draw out power cells and a few small tools. "Is the CMS blank, or...?" 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Zarenna shakes her head. "No, I've actually been having Kari remote control it and do the systems checks for me using an adapter. It seemed safer than subjecting a young AI to a frame that's not complete." She kneels down and removes the frame and its stand from the case. The frame's joints swing heavily and smoothly as the woman moves to set it on the workbench.     Kari hops up onto the work table after her Howling armor manifests in a flash of light, mini-machines also coming out to steady the frame's arms and legs. "It can't move yet because it doesn't have any muscles or servos like me." Kari lifts up one of it's arms with her own paw-glove thing and makes it wave at Taro and Zarenna. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     "Good. I agree. Attempting to function within an unfinished body can be...uncomfortable." Taro glances from the two ladies to the incomplete shell, then stoops down to open one of the lower drawers to find the finest gauge myomer fiber he has. "Based on my virtual model testing, I think this will work for the gross movement points. For the finer articulation, it may still be too coarse." To Kari, "How have the systems checks felt to you so far?" 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari ohs... "Well, it sees really good and it hears too! We found a broken wire once that was weird because I couldn't feel its legs until Master had replaced it. Oh and yeah, the hands move."     Zarenna examines the myomer fiber. "The hands use standard servoes for fine dexterity, but there are attachment points for myomer because it'll help protect the delicate parts in the hands from damage." She says as she looks for the tools to work with the myomer. "Can this table project images onto objects on top, Taro?" 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     "It can," Taro says with a nod. Then a glance to Zarenna. "Have you ever strung myomer fiber before? If not, I will show you..."     The fiber itself is thin to the point of nearly translucent, like something more suitable for stringing jewelry than for robotics, yet if she tugs gently on it, it stretches without breaking. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Zarenna admits, "Nothing this fine, no. I've had to fix armatures in the labs that use myomer, but those were about the thickness of my finger." She hmms and furrows her brow as she tries to get the table to show an overlay of the myomer bundle patterns on the prototype frame. "I wasn't expecting it to be this small- I'll have trouble seeing it."     Kari helpfully chimes in. "Maybe Mister Taro can help?" She's looking around at the lab. "There's probably something here he has that we can use to see that thread-stuff." 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Ah, yes. Human vision can be keen, but not usually that keen...a factor that he had overlooked until they bring it to attention. "A moment...Zarenna, do you use corrective lenses? Contacts?" Once he has that answer, he'll step out again, bootsteps echoing faintly as he walks into one of the other labs.     Meanwhile, the table itself is fairly intuitive - if they know hoe flick and swipe on a tablet, then pulling up the proper work program and getting it to display and design what she wants won't be terribly difficult.     The android will return shortly with a pair of what appear to be unisex-framed safety glasses with slender buttons embedded in the arms. "Here," he says as he holds them out to Zarenna. "High-maginification glasses, human-compatible. I suggest not fiddling with the magnification until you're over the frame." 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Zarenna says, "Ah, perfect vision. My parents opted for the standard genetic fixes when they conceived me, corrects all the childhood bug-bears like needing braces or glasses." Oh, there it goes. There's an overlay of the muscle groupings on the physical frame now. "This is much better than working with a standard projector." Zarenna comments.     Kari blinks and pokes the holographic overlay and thinks for a moment before saying "Master! Can this be made into a TV?!"     "No, we are not getting a holo-projection TV, Kari."     "Awww... why?"     "Because you already have the little holo-projector I got you for Christmas and you haven't even taken it out of the box."     "Aw, but this could cover the whole living room!"     "Kari, you already cover the living room with the cardboard fortresses you build..."     Taro interrupts the mother-daughter-esque exchange and Zarenna smiles as Taro offers the glasses. "Thank you, Taro, I appreciate it." And she slides them on. She hasn't fiddled with the magnification yet. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     They're just slightly heavier than a standard pair of glasses - if she were accustomed to wearing safety glasses at all, she might not even notice the weight after a while. Again, faily intuitive - the frontmost set of buttons will increase maginification, the center buttons decrease, and the rearmost as 'reset'. Each independently focusable.     "Quite welcome." An aside to Kari, "It could be used as a holo-television, but rarely is anything being shown that's worth watching." At least in Taro's opinion. "I prefer more interactive entertainment." 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Zarenna is most definitely used to wearing safety glasses. She starts applying the myomer in bundles to the left arm, adjusting and tweaking the glasses' magnification until she gets the hang of it. It's delicate work to be sure, but the glasses definitely make it much easier for her to patch in the myomer bundles to the attachment points.     Kari says "But there would be these war movies in holograms that would be super neat to see, Mister Taro! And then there's giant monster movies! Watching King Zilla stomp around New Tokyo in the living room would be so awesome!"     Finally, Zarenna gets to the hands and very very carefully bundles the fiber around the delicate looking joints. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Taro keeps an eye on Zarenna's work, but he does not hover, and he does not interfere. He's deemed her as competent, and so any mistakes she might make are the kind from which she should be able to learn. Though if he does catch her making a serious error, he will say something.     "And yet in the Field of Trials, one can participate in the battle rather than merely observing," he counters. Then, a pause. "You enjoy kaiju movies?" 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari ums... "Yes. I mean... I'm this little thing and everybody around me is the size of a giant monster, so how can't I like giant monster films?" She explains. "It's pretty much how things are for shinki!"     Zarenna works on putting the bundles on the shoulder and neck regions, thinking that Kari can test the range of motion on the arm and neck/head. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     "Mm. Point taken," Taro says with a nod. He's still observing Zarenna, though so far she seems to be doing wll right. Not wishing to distract her directly, he continues the conversation with Kari. "Perhaps you should come along the next time Number Nine feels like having a Movie Night. The movies he usually picks all have terrible production values, most of the plots aren't much better, yet oddly enjoyable in their terribleness." 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari scratches her head. "Mister Nine has movie night? He never said anything... " 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     "He and I have been helping Sir Integra Hellsing and her organization with their vampire problems," Taro explains, if in a roundabout way. "While he's not from her world, the time period is close enough to his own, and he's been trying to also assist me in better understanding human culture in his own way." Which apparently involves bad 20th century movies and television.     Then, he risks an interruption at Zarenna, when she is not in the middle of stringing one of the myomer bundles. "How is it going?" 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari ohs... "Is working with Master helping you understand people too?" she says quietly to Taro.     Zarenna stretches. "I've done enough that we can test now. Kari, please get ready." The technician pulls a small object that resembles a shinki's CMS, but it has a small stubby antenna fin sticking out of it, and plugs it into the hole where the CMS would normally go. She nods to Kari, who puts away her drones and (uncharacteristically for her) lies down on her stomach and props her head up with her paw gauntlet things, watching the prototype frame. Then Zarenna carefully hooks in the power cells that Taro provided earlier. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     "It is," Taro acknowledges. Though just how...well, he's interrupted by Zarenna before he can say anything further, and really the work is more important than this discussion.     He watches Kari as she settles herself into what he assumes is a comfortable position, then shifts his gaze to Zarenna to watch her at work. "Is that a standard shinki device, or something you invented yourself?" he asks in honest curiosity. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Zarenna hms? "Oh, I had to make it. It's based on the recievers that Kari's drones have. It's a pretty dangerous piece of technology, to shinki at least. Imagine how people would feel about remotely-controlled shinki. I mean, yeah, I made it, but it's meant to be used to test shinki frames. Like if Kari, Fuki, or another Confederate shinki was heavily damaged, we can get telemetry from the body to figure out if there's anything we missed. I made sure it has a short range of about two feet."     Kari giggles. "It powered on, Master. It's reading the muscle things and figuring out which ones are hooked up now. Oh, there it goes."     "Take it slow, Kari, we don't know how strong it is." Zarenna cautions.     "Okay!" Kari says. She waves her left arm and flexes the 'fingers' on the gauntlet, and the testbed's left arm slowly rises and touches where the nose would be on the final product. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     "Mm. I see...a useful device, but I do see your point of its potential misuse."     The android's attention then turns to the partially constructed shell as Kari tests the newly string 'muscles'. "Hm...progress," he says in pleased tones. "How does moving the arm feel? Is there too much resistance, or too little?" 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari umms... "I dunno. It's weird because it's... bigger? I don't even have words, Mister Taro. It's like it wants to jump around when I tell it to move. Um... it wants to pull really hard but I'm not letting it."     Zarenna nods. "That means the signal regulators are working right." She explains to Taro. "I got the idea that maybe not all of the myomer fibers needed to be triggered at once during movement, so the signal regulators work with the kinesthetic processor to figure out how many fibers to contract and relax." 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Taro arches an eyebrow at that, sounding genuinely impressed. "Really. That it works on this small scale...interesting." A ause, before confirming, "It is a sound idea and used in reploid design, but I had not believed..." A faint, lopsided smirk is given to his fellow roboticist. "What is the saying...if you do not know you cannot do something..." 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Zarenna watches Kari operate the prototype. "The regulators monitor tension in the frame and myomers and the kinesthetic processor determines how to compensate for the tension. Pulling one way or another results in myomers being tensioned to conterbalance the pull." She explains, "It can be scaled up too, I think..."     Kari makes the frame poke and prod itself, the head moving as well.     Zarenna breathes a sigh of relief. "So now a question of armor designs, right? What ideas did you have in mind?" She says, turning to Taro. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Rest assured he'll be looking at that design concept in greater detail later. For now, though, he takes partial control of the holotable with a wave of his gloved hand. "Between my own reading and that magazine subscription that Kari kindly gave me for the holidays, I've been taking a closer look at the 'typical' shinki armor layout. While they do seem suited for the arena-style combat for which they were designed, I feel that for the kind of actual combat we see with the Union, something more robust is called for."     Some images blur by as he rifles through his files, before settling on a 3-D rendering of full-body combat armor, somewhat bulky but not to the point of looking cumbersome, and notably taking some cues from reploid combat armor. "I think some of the plastics that Fuki found for the Shinki Ride Armor would be suitable for this," he goes on to explain. "It meets the weight to protection ratio, at least. Most of the weapons and any flight-related gear would be powered through the dedicated power cells here." He flicks the design around with a finger to show the heavier backpacklike area on the back. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Zarenna nods to Kari, who gets up and pulls the remote plug from the frame, letting it go limp again.     Zarenna hmms. "Looks too bulky to really store in the slipway without additional power requirements though... Maybe they could operate as remote drones like Kari's mini-machines?" She says, helping Kari into her breast pocket so the shinki can see what her Master is looking at easily. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     "It's an idea," Taro agrees with a nod. "Many of the drones that I've designed for surveilance are this size, if not smaller. Still, my chief concern when I began this basic design was protecting the one wearing it. I've seen Fuki return from battle with her shell all but destroyed too many times, and I believe you've had your share of near disasters as well, Kari.     "The other concern I had was versitility," he continues, rotating the design again to enlarge the left arm. "One common thing I noticed both with shinki and with reploid design is the sheer variety. So, we can expand from this design to include additional myomer bundles to increase physical strength, or additional weapons points for lasers or vibroweapons." 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Zarenna nods and pats Kari on the head.     "That's why Master made me new armor." She says with a childish smile.     Zarenna examines the armor on display, adding her own tweaks to it, shaping it into something resembling a rabbit-themed armor with limited anti-grav and thrusters. "Hmm... I guess she could use a weapon..." and adds a rifle. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Taro allows Zarenna to 'drive' so to speak, watching the work and her as she works, and making the occasional 'mm' that means approval. When she adds the thrusters, however, he offers the countersuggestion, "Repulsorlifts would weigh less but have nearly the same effect." And he pulls up an eample to place side by side with her design. "We use these in practially all of our hoverdrone designs. It scales extremely well, from hand-held up through personal vehicle sizes." 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Zarenna is about to say something when Kari says "Maybe she could run along walls and ceilings, Master? She looks really fast and it'd be cooler if she did that, like one of the super heroes on TV!"     Zarenna uhs and glances at Taro, not sure how to respond to Kari. "I-I'm sorry Kari, I don't know how to do that." 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Taro makes a thoughtful sound. "Perhaps...Hm." His eyes close as he gives Kari's possibly hare-brained idea serious consideration. "While it would not be truly running..."     Though he doesn't open his eyes or otherwise move, another holoimage pops up - a new sketch of the leg amor, which he's rendering on the fly to incorporate additional repulsorlifts. "This would not work with one of my size. However, her weight would be light enough that she could hover at greater heights with this." 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Zarenna and Kari both have the same question and they talk over each other trying to get it out, but it boils down to: High for a person or high for a shinki? 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     "High for a shinki," is Taro's answer. His voice doesn't raise, but it's delivered in that attention-getting tone that clergy are known to use in their sermons. "Perhaps an example is on order..."     Another section of the holotable is taken over, this time by a security holovid of a certain well-known (at least here) reploid clad in red armor and long blond ponytail that's scaling what may be an elevator shaft by bouncing between the two walls. This, followed by a cruder wire-frame image of the armor designed thus far, performing much the same act. "Is this the sort of ability we're looking for?" 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari ums and thinks for a moment. "Yeah!" She says brightly. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     "Very well then." Taro's eyes slide open, and what's probably an unnecessary wave of his hand saves the design. "With your permission, Zarenna, I will go ahead and flesh out this design and run it through virtual testing."     Which isn't to say there's anything stopping him from doing so without her permission, but there are certain nicities that he likes to observe.     Then, he closes the files he had opened with another wave of his hand. "I must take my leave for now, as I do have other projects needing my attention. But please, feel free to stay and continue working. If you should need me, please call." With that, he bows, and steps away toward his private office. 

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1629/Parts

2015-02-26T06:55:11Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Surprisingly, it is Kari that arrives at Taro's lab, pulling a small red wheeled wagon behind her. The wagon has a brown box on it, taped very carefully. It is unlabeled, but Kari probably knows what's in it. Assuming she paid attention to Zarenna when her Master was explaining everything... 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     It was not quite who Taro was expecting when the elevator doors opened, but he seems pleased to see Kari nonetheless. Smiling has never come naturally, but there's that tiny lift around the corners of his lips coupled with the crinkling at the corners of his eyes that might suggest such. "Ah. Good evening, Kari." He unfolds his hands to gesture at the wagon she's been wheeling. "Would you like me to take that?" 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari uhs as she tugs the thing in. "Yes, Mr. Daisho! It's for you anyway. Master sent a bunch of spare parts and stuff she made when she was working out how to upgrade me. She thinks they might be useful for the little reploid project you and her have been working on."     The package is not particularly heavy, otherwise Kari would have had trouble moving the Radio Flyer wagon around, but it is very very bulky for a shinki to handle. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     "Ah, I see." Taro crouches down once Kari wheels the wagon into what counts as the lobby, in part to inspect the box (not that there's anything written on it, alas), and in part to offer her a shoulder to ride on. He's grown used to Fuki using him as a battery-saving transport, apparently...     Once he has box in hand (and possibly shinki on shoulder), he walks in the direction of one of the holotables. "If you would rather call me Taro, I don't mind." The box will be set not on the holotable itself but on a narrow side table. "Did she include a parts list, or will I get the pleasure of figuring them out for myself?" 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari hops up onto Taro's shoulder and produces an SD card from a storage compartment somewhere on her armor. "Yep! And notes! And blueprints!" She passes the card to Taro for him to do things with.     "So like, are you and Master building new shinki?" She asks, being more than a little curious about the project, and watching Taro set things up on the holo table. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     SD card...here so very quaint, but in other places state of the art. Such is the way of the multiverse. Luckily, he has an adaptor.     As he sets up the card reader and adaptor and the table, Taro replies, "Something like that. Zarenna is exploring new ideas for shinki designs. My curiosity was piqued, and so I offered my robotics expertise to the project. You and your sister units are remarkably well designed, but there are some things that the engineers that created you did not know at the time that we do here."     After a nother moment or two of fiddling, everything is set up properly, and the holotable flickers to life. Assuming that is a simple list, it will scroll across the table's surface, automatically rotating and adjusting to display as much as possible. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     The tech might be old, but it is certainly reliable. Heck, shinki have storage compartments in their chest for microSD cards. The SD card contains a manifest, to which is linked schematics and notes regarding a given part's design and tolerances. There's even 3d printing schema for the more basic structural parts. The schematics also include the final design for Kari's upgrade. The parts manifest largely includes modified mass transmission units, servo prototypes, and various re-designs of the base shinki framework.     Kari blinks, confused a bit. "Didn't know things like what?" She asks Taro, watching him bring things up on the holotable. She points. "Hey, that's my Dire Wolf gauntlet! Neat!" 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     "How to build a more efficient battery, for one. How to spin high quality myomer fiber, for another." Taro's attention turns to the list first, then to the schematics. The latter he copies into one of his personal directories with the flick of fingers across the table's surface. "It was kind of her to share these. I'll send a thank you note to take back with you." A pause as he shifts topics somewhat. "How are you liking your new armor, incidentally?" 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari oooohs and watches the things fly by before asking. "What's myomer?"     She grins. "It's really cool! It has a really big gun and grenades and lasers and blades! I got to use it to help Team Aqua herd some pokemon around! But I'm not allowed to fight other shinki with it since Master says it might really break them for good." 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     "It's..." Taro is mindful of his audience, and so he keeps the explanation in layman's terms. "...what we use in reploid and android design, and in many robotic designs. It works much like organic muscle tissue, really, though lighter and stronger." A wave of his hand calls up a rather generic reploid schematic - one that looks like it's used in a textbook - that shows the fiber attachments in an arm. "As I explained to your master, it's very useful, though only down to a certain size. This is why you rarely if ever see a reploid smaller than a human child." 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari thinks for a moment. "But shinki are way smaller than a kid. What're you going to do to make the myomers work better?" She asks sheepishly.     Then she adds, with that short attention span of hers, "If you make a bigger shinki, you could make a _dragon_ one, and then she could swoop in and scare the daylights out of Raptias, Arnvals, and Strarfs!" Aerial shinki, in other words. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     "That we have yet to determine. I've been experimenting to see whether it can be spun more finely without losing its most important qualities." He gives a small and shallow shrug, so as to not accidently disloge Kari. "Whether it will work, I cannot say, but nothing is a total failure if something is learned from it."     He gets a bit of an odd expression on his face as Kari enthusiastically shares her idea of a dragon model. "Mm. Perhaps..." A gentle nudge back on topic. "I think, though, that these 'cousin' designs to yours will need to be larger than you and Fuki and the others. There are only so many tricks we can use to bring this to such a small scale. A flying model is certainly possible, of course." 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari taps her chin, golden eyes peering at Taro. "How much bigger?" 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     "Perhaps twice your size About thirty centimeters is the height goal I've set, at least. Still taller than any shinki model I've read about, but still smaller than nearly any reploid design I've seen or created." Though there's no smile on Taro's face, you can almost hear it in his voice. "An interesting challenge, don't you think?" 

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1670/ZigZagZoe

2015-02-26T04:06:34Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:535|Ziggy Grover (535)}} has posed:''' Trying to convince Dr. K to come out of her lab where she'd been shutting herself away studying various bits of grinders and trying to reverse-engineer some sort of -control- to shut them down, Ziggy had found himself unable to persuade her to put on her very out-dated school-uniform. Seriously, people were people, and they needed -breaks-. Contenting himself with finding a neutral ground and exploring it, Ziggy Grover was all too content to windowshop. Currently, though, he was watching a little girl crying out loud while her mother was frantically trying to keep her calm. Kneeling down, with a reassuring smile at the mother, Ziggy motions to the little girl. "Hey, look, I'll show you a cool little trickm okay?" Pretending to roll up the sleeves of his jacket, Ziggy comments, "Nothing here, nothing there..." A motion of his hands, and whip, a white sheet. "Presto. And now, I present to you..." He holds up the sheet, to the mother, asking her to hold it and stand just so. "Look... Grover proudly presents..." Twisting his hands just so, Ziggy produces... "SHADOW PUPPETS." 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:''' Kari just stands there near the child and her mother, watching Ziggy put on a shadow puppet play. The childish shinki just watches with rapt attention. And when it's over?     "Hey, can you do that again?" She suggests cheerfully. 

:'''{{#var:535|Ziggy Grover (535)}} has posed:''' The shadow puppet proceeds to play the Three Billy Goat Gruffs, with accompanying high, medium, and GRUFF voice as the troll is sent screaming. By the end of it, the girl has calmed down, and the grateful mother thanks Ziggy profusely. Pausing in mid-grab of the towel, Ziggy wrinkles his nose. "Sorry, one show for the moment." "Aw, again!" the girl whines, while the mother takes the girl's hand. "Ahh, c'mon, kid, listen to your mother. Besides, you can do your own. Look, your hand goes like..." He demonstrates a rough bunny, corrects the girl, and shoos. "Practice and show your mother later, hmmm?" Back to Kari. "Sorry. You know, kids. They make for a good audience, but you never repeat a show twice." 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari looks skeptically at Ziggy. "Then how come they have so many showings for bands and magicians in New Las Vegas? A show every weeknight, three on Saturday!" 

:'''{{#var:535|Ziggy Grover (535)}} has posed:''' Ziggy pauses, opens his mouth, and then reconsiders. "Well, that would be..." He holds up a finger, opens his mouth, thinks about it again, closes it. Making a noise in his throat, the young man adjusts his jacket. "That's because the audience pays for one show, and usually don't watch it again immediately," he finally responds, after another moment of thought. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari doesn't seem to want to let this go, she scowls and thinks about what Ziggy said for a moment before her face brightens again. "I guess that's true! That's why they only show reruns on TV when everybody is on vacation in the summer!" 

:'''{{#var:535|Ziggy Grover (535)}} has posed:''' "Um, yeah... " Scratching his head, Ziggy cants his head and then nods solemnly. "Good enough," he says, his grin entirely too wide, something burned into his brain after years of ingrating himself with the Cartels. "Um... so you liked the show?" 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari decides to do something silly. In a really badly done monotone voice, she says, "City Ordinance 359 states that street performers without a license will be incarcerated for a period of time not to exceed ninety days! For the appropriate graft, this unit will overlook this! Perform another one!" Okay, so... maybe it'll work, maybe not. Probably not, since she kind of botched the delivery towards the end. 

:'''{{#var:535|Ziggy Grover (535)}} has posed:''' For a moment, Ziggy looks startled. There was a brief pause, before he squeaks, "You're a copper?" 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari seems really surprised that Ziggy fell for it. She laughs as Ziggy gets that startled look on his face. "No! I was being silly!" 

:'''{{#var:535|Ziggy Grover (535)}} has posed:''' Phew. Cops and Ziggy didn't get along too well. Then again, the Cartels and cops didn't get along too well. So long as he kept his nose clean... Wait, he was a Power Ranger now. That meant he was -clean-, now. No worries about getting thrown in jail. "Oh good. Then I don't need to, uh, go to the bathroom," Ziggy squeaks out, fidgeting with his hands worriedly, fingers flexing one way then another. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari tilts her head, curiously. "Why would you need to go to the bathroom? Did I scare you? Do you need a change of pants?!" She sounds genuinely concerned here. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari believes the worst, truly! She starts looking at the passers-by. "Hey! Do you have spare underpants? I just scared somebody so bad they soiled themselves! I feel really bad about it!" and so forth. This coming from, mind you, a 15cm tall robot girl dressed in dog-themed armor who doesn't look all that intimidating. 

:'''{{#var:535|Ziggy Grover (535)}} has posed:''' "... no, no, really. My underpants are fine," Ziggy spins around, waving his hands. Pausing to get a better look at Kari, Ziggy grimaces. "Just how old are you anyway?" 

:'''{{#var:492|Blurr (492)}} has posed:'''     One of those passers-by appears to be a blond teen who doesn't look too much older than Ziggy. Where most people just ignore her, he stares at her with a confused expression. "Underpants? Like, pants you wear underneath?" He's totally confused. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari looks at the newcomer. "Yes, pants you wear under your normal pants. I don't know why people wear them..." She falls silent thinking for a moment, then offers. "Maybe it chafes if they don't wear them?" She says with a shrug. 

:'''{{#var:535|Ziggy Grover (535)}} has posed:''' "... I'll have know," Ziggy responds, straightening up with a harumph. "I'm a -boxers- kind of guy." 

:'''{{#var:492|Blurr (492)}} has posed:'''     "Chafes what?" This seems to confuse Blurr even more. "I would think it's for extra warmth." He glances at Ziggy. "'Boxers'?" Yet another thing he doesn't know about. "Isn't that some kind of sport?" 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari is sure intent on being helpful tonight. "It chafes sensitive places! Like your butt! Jeans are pretty rough and you don't want your butt to get sore from sitting! And boxers are a kind of underwear that they wear on soap operas for the love scenes!" 

:'''{{#var:535|Ziggy Grover (535)}} has posed:''' "Right, I'm a lover, not a fighter...!" Ziggy exclaims. Actually, he was more a talker than anything else, but he didn't -need- to advertise that. "I'm just... wait, why AM I discussing underpants with a little robot who probably doesn't even wear any? And why would -you- care about underpants? It's none of your business what _I_ wear under my pants!" 

:'''{{#var:492|Blurr (492)}} has posed:'''     Kari's explanation only serves to confuse Blurr even further. "So your butt gets sore from sitting if you don't wear two layers of cloth on it? What's a 'soap opera'?" And now he's imagining soap singing opera tunes.     Then he gives Ziggy a curious look. "I don't know about that, I've seen you fight pretty well." For a human, anyway. "What did that have to do with clothing anyway?" 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari umms... "It's padding. The underpants are made of a softer material so it protects your butt from the rough stuff." She probably has /no/ idea how awful that really sounded. 

:'''{{#var:492|Blurr (492)}} has posed:'''     Blurr doesn't have any idea how awful it sounded, either. He just nods. "Ooooh, okay. So I guess humans are more sensitive there." 

:'''{{#var:535|Ziggy Grover (535)}} has posed:''' Looking back and forth, Ziggy holds his hands up, slowly backing away. "You know what...? I'm not discussing underpants. Or soap opera. I'm not even sure I want to know how you know me, and I am -pretty- danged sure I did not go on a bender and wake up next to you at -any- point. Or with anyone else, for that matter. So uh, if you'll excuse me, I... I need to find a bathroom." Turning around, Ziggy pauses, then turns his head to shout back, "AND NO, I AM NOT CHECKING MY UNDERPANTS." And then he's gone. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:''' Kari watches Ziggy walk off after ranting. "... What was he so mad about?" She asks innocently. 

:'''{{#var:492|Blurr (492)}} has posed:'''     Blurr also watches him leave with an equally innocuous gaze. The avatar shrugs its shoulders. "No idea...maybe it's an uncomfortable topic for humans? They tend to get weird whenever someone mentions certain things. Apparently underpants is one of them." 

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1667/Charity Date: Freya and Zod

2015-02-26T04:03:07Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:'''     Nothing's says 'innocent date' like a carnival. One hopes. Freya has selected the venue for this chairty date, since Zod has absolutely no clue about what is appropriate for a date and would probably just have taken Freya on a very boring tour of the Black Zero if it were left up to him. Maybe topped off with watching the sun rise from orbit. He understands that sunrises are very romantic in most cultures.     But here is Zod, waiting for his date, wearing a black button-up polo shirt that doesn't quite fit him and khaki slacks. He was told this is appropriate date attire in many places. 

:'''{{#var:578|Freya (578)}} has posed:''' Freya is a bit excited and a bit neverous about this charity date. Zod is a well know conferate, she only read a few reports about his explots so she curious about what he is like in person. She picked a carvial lots to do and it a quite informal place for a date! She just wearing her normal outfit her usual purple dress, she doesn't want to be too formal and it hard enough for her to find clothing! She did put on some blush and makeup, she does want to look her best! She spots Zod waving "Hello!", she says cheerfully as she walks over to him. She her normal human size, it make this difficult at her usual 50 foot size! 

:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:'''     Zod smiles and offers a hand for Freya to shake. Wasn't she supposed to be taller? he thinks. "Good evening, Miss Freya, a pleasure to meet you. I'm... "     Here, he hesitates since he is so used to be addressed by his rank. "... No, this isn't the battlefield or a strategy meeting. Please call me Dru-Zod." He finally says, taking a breath. This is going to be one strange night for Zod. 

:'''{{#var:578|Freya (578)}} has posed:''' Freya nods. "Okay Dru-Zod is is.", it better than what was she was thinking of Zod-chan. "You can just call me Freya." 

:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:'''     Zod nods to Frey, and gestures towards the entrance of the carnival. "Shall we then?" 

:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:'''     Fair food! Truly there are few stranger breeding grounds for new cuisine than a carnival. Zod sees... Fried ice cream (how does that work?), fried catfish (which doesn't sound bad to him...), artistic cotton candy (interesting), corn dogs, fried sweet potatoes, fried barbecue pork sticks. Just about... anything can be found fried at this carnival, leaving Zod to wonder if there's some kind of multiversal rule that things taste better when fried. Fried swedish meatballs? Well, that one intrigues him and he buys some for himself and offers to buy some for Freya as well if she likes. 

:'''{{#var:578|Freya (578)}} has posed:''' Freya looks around all the food. Is there anything that can't be fried? She likes the fried ice cream, and she points and wants to try the fried sweet potaotes as well. So any choices... 

:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:'''     Zod pays for Freya's food, because he seems to remember it being polite most places for men to pay for their date's meals and such. He's not sure how that works with the variations on dates though.     Zod eats a fried swedish meatball and chews it slowly, crunchy sounds being made as he does. It looks like he is seriously contemplating how this 'food' is.     Finally, he swallows it and states, "I don't think frying swedish meatballs does them any good... It loses the soft interior and dries everything out." He glances at the remaining two meatballs (they're fairly big). Not sure if he still wants them... 

:'''{{#var:578|Freya (578)}} has posed:''' Freya says, "I've never tired them myself. I'm a vegitarian. I'll have to pass on the freid swedish meatballs. We should get something to drink Oh look a craft beer!", she points at stand selling craft beer." 

:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:'''     Zod glances at the stand. He assumes that Freya wants to try it.     "I hope I'm not offending if I eat meat in front of you." He says as he ambles on up to the craft beer stand, glancing at it. Beer. Something really unfamiliar to Zod. Alcohol was virtually unknown on his Krypton because of how scarce resources were. Why waste precious grain on producing an intoxicant? Well, this could be really bad if hits him like a brick wall. He pays for... two, he assumes.     Zod has fought wars, faced genetic monstrosities, and whipped a bunch of unrepentant criminals into a crew. And yet the man is feeling awkward and unsure of himself around a 5" tall woman. He is fairly unsettled tonight. 

:'''{{#var:578|Freya (578)}} has posed:''' Freya ahs. "No no! I'm okay with other people eating meat!", she yahs as she get her beer. If she watns her nomal size it still be a sight for different reason. She drink down half of her beer in one gulp! "This is pretty good!!" 

:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:'''     Zod tastes the beer, It is bitter, somewhat yeasty. Strangely sweet taste to it. There are no supersenses here, just Zod paying close attention to what his nose and tongue is telling him.     "Hmm.." He considers the beer for a moment, then drinks it down. "I don't think they had beer on my world for quite some time. What is it exactly?" He asks after he finishes the glass. 

:'''{{#var:578|Freya (578)}} has posed:''' Freya says, "It's mostly fermented barely. They add in a few other thigns to give it flavor. You can do with alot of other starches I belive." 

:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:'''     Zod ahhs as he throws the cup in... what he thinks is a recycle bin. He glances around at the carnival, surveying what's around. "Well, now that we've had food and drink, perhaps we should take in some of these rides?" He eyes the rollercoaster, ferris wheel, and the tilt-a-whirl that are visible above the food vendor stands. 

:'''{{#var:578|Freya (578)}} has posed:''' Freya says, "That sounds like a good idea. How about the rollercoaster? I never been on one myself!"" 

:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:'''     Zod nods his assent to the idea. There's a bit of a line, which annoys Zod slightly because he is not one used to waiting in a line. Then finally...     Zod frowns as the metal bar comes down to keep the passengers seated. "Such a primitive safety feature.." He says quietly as he looks at it and all the mechanisms and such as the coaster starts it's way up. "I fail to see the appeal of-" and he's interrupted by the extremely surprising fact that the world dropped out from under him as the coaster starts its descent. 

:'''{{#var:578|Freya (578)}} has posed:''' Freya sighs and waits in line for a bit a bit exicted about going on the coaster looks like they will never get on then, finally they do! She sits down, the metal bar coming down to protect them. "Here we gooo!", she says on the climb up then they go down rapidly! She screams in delight, that what you do on rollercoaster raising her arms up as well! 

:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:'''     When the ride is over, Zod is very certain he is never doing that again. Aerial combat at supersonics speeds bother him less than that did. Not knowing really which way it was going to end up. No thank you!     Zod kind of stumbles off the rollercoaster, still not really sure why people find that to be /fun/. 

:'''{{#var:578|Freya (578)}} has posed:''' Freya whoos getting off feeling a bit queezy "Oh that waw fun!", she looks over at Zod. "Are you okay?" 

:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:'''     Zod nods at Freya. "Yes, just disoriented. The roller coaster was... very surprising." 

:'''{{#var:578|Freya (578)}} has posed:''' Freya says, ""I see mabye we should try something a bit slower then?"" 

:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:'''     Zod nods to Freya. "That sounds wise. What would you suggest?" 

:'''{{#var:578|Freya (578)}} has posed:''' Freya hmms. "How about the ferris wheel? It alot more steady ride." 

:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:'''     Zod glances at it. "Yes, it looks like it would , Freya." And he heads towards it, presumably keeping in step with Freya.     There's a line again, and Zod notices that many of the people in line are young couples, holding hands and being a lot closer to each other than his Kryptonian sensibilities liked. Hmm... presumably people went on the ferris wheel to have intimate contact? He suddenly wished he had his suit and armor on, so he could feel intimidating to this crowd of people.     Zog clears his throat, feeling nervous about the ferris wheel. "If you want a view on high of the city, Freya, I could just take you flying instead." 

:'''{{#var:578|Freya (578)}} has posed:''' "Really? You can? I would love that!", Freya can get a pretty high view herself thought she can't fly. 

:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:'''     Somehow this does not calm Zod down and makes things worse. Er, well, he offered. He steps out of line, inviting Freya to stand next to him. "Now, don't think I'm being forward, but I'm going to put my arm around your waist..." There's some awkwardness in his voice as he explains that she'll need to put her own arms around his shoulders and hold on tight. 

:'''{{#var:578|Freya (578)}} has posed:''' Freya nods and puts her arms around his waist. "Like this?", she says getting a firm grip. 

:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:'''     There's a subsonic rumble, and dirt swirls around Zod's feet before the duo takes off, not at a fast pace mind you, into the sky. There's probably a few people who're kind of just staring after Zod and Freya since who expects to see somebody fly off in the middle of a carnival?     Zod takes Freya up about three hundred feet, high enough to show the sweeping expanse of the city at night. Building lights, the moving lights of vehicles on the road. It's quiet up here except for the breeze. It's also chilly, though Zod never notices things like that. "It's strange how being up here puts things into perspective." He comments, looking around at the sights beneath them. 

:'''{{#var:578|Freya (578)}} has posed:''' Freya smiles and looks down. "Yes it does.. Everything is so fragile.", she been up at this height before but she not going to ruin the moment, and this is a bit different from how she normally sees things from up here. 

:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:'''     Zod ruminates. "Yes, fragile. A lattice of people and places. The city lives and breathes through them. And then living worlds are made up of cities and the places in-between." 

:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:'''     After some moments of quiet, Zod brings Freya down near the midway games, not particularly caring if people see them or not.     "Well, looks like there's an opportunity to win prizes, Freya." he says with a smirk as he spots contests of skill such as knocking down milk bottles with baseballs, dart throwing things, and even a test of strength bell thing. 

:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:'''     Zod nods, still grinning because this is definitely a place he can do things.     First up is knocking all the bottles down. Zod is handed the old worn baseball, which he examines for any hidden tricks like magnets or things like that. And then he throws it. Knocking the bottles that are glued together and the board they were glued to as well. And the bottles are rather shattered as well. Zod gives the operator a disapproving look and lets Freya pick the prize.     And now dart throwing. Five darts, pop balloons! More balloons you pop, the better the prize. And... naturally, five balloons get popped despite the dulled darts and underinflated balloons (Zod doesn't notice this, since it's fairly subtle). Again, Zod lets Freya pick the prize.     Eventually, Zod gets bored with the games of skill and Freya has probably accumulated no small number of prizes. Zod sizes up the strength bell challenge. "Well... this hardly seems fair for me to do this, Freya, but let's give these people something to talk about... 

:'''{{#var:578|Freya (578)}} has posed:''' Freya giggles and is enjoying the show holding wayy to many stuff animals now. "Show them what you made of Zod!" 

:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:'''     Zod hefts the hammer in one hand. "Oh, that _is_ a good weight." And then slams it down on the board one-handed, sending the little slug shooting upward. The bell clangs as it's knocked off the board, the impact knocking the years of accumulated dust from the strength bell and rattling the wood.     The operator, an older man, claps and laughs. "That was pretty good, son! Last time that happened, it was a kid from Smallville. Here, pick a prize for your lady!" 

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1563/Frameworks

2015-02-14T02:17:17Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Zarenna is sitting at her desk looking at what appears to be a hologram of a base shinki frame, checking the math and numbers behind the engineering of it. Scale looks wrong to be a simple shinki though. It looks bigger than a shinki, maybe twice or three times as tall. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     As luck or happenstance would have it, Taro is passing through the area where Zarenna is working. Playing errand boy might be somewhat beneath him, surely he could have sent someone else to bring a large box labeled 'Wire, Asstd' at Jinx's request, but an agreement is an agreement and there's benefit in meeting with his clients personally even on such a small order.     He begins to pass by, but then stops and backsteps as the holoimage catches his eye. A glance then from image to designer. "Ah. Good evening, Zarenna. Working on a new project?" 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Zarenna hmms? at Taro. "Oh, trying to figure out how to make a better shinki. It doesn't scale all that well with the way the manufacturer has designed the power system. The smaller compact frame and power core is pretty balanced. Kari has modifications that give her more battery life, but with her Dire Wolf armor she needs it, so it balances out there."     She gestures at the hologram. "I'd need a new power source and a new servo framework, and a new armor system." 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     There's a quiet thump as Taro invades some else's workspace by setting his box there. Then, he walks over closer so that he can better see the details. "They are impressive for their small size," he notes in mild praise for their original designers. "Though I ran into some similiar design issues when downscaling a Ride Armor for shinki use. It has its own power source, of course, but the miniturization was a challenging exercise."     He'll come to a stop just behind and to the right of her chair, and unless stopped, he'll peer in closer. "What are you trying to improve?" 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     "Armament." She says, running a hand through her purple hair. "Making a bit larger and better armed shinki-like robot so the Confederacy can use them in operations. Their size is a big asset and increasing their size by 100% is not going to affect that advantage too much."     She brings up a schematic of what looks like Kari's custom armor. "This armor is extremely illegal in the world that created shinki and in areas that have embraced the technology. Because it can seriously injure or kill a person." In particular, the micro-grenade launchers and the .32 shinki-scale cannon are highlighted. "So there's no way we can contract MMS to mass produce a Dire Wolf armor, meaning we have to do an in-house design." 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     "Mm. I doubt you would want to contract someone outside our control to work on such a design anyway." Taro leans forward further, moving to rest a hand on the edge of the workdesk. "Though I can understand their point. I rather frown on just anyone carrying weapons in my own city...but that is neither here nor there."     His brow furrows in a thoughtful sort of expression. "Upscaling the basic model somewhat would allow more battery capacity...hm. The other advantage is the weapons themselves could carry their own energy supply, since they too could be slightly larger. Yet then there will be that same issue that a larger frame would require additional energy..." 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Zarenna nods. "Well, I figure that 30cm is proably the extent of the size increase we could get away with and still have fairly small combatants that can go places most people can't." She makes a frustrated sound."     "What do they do in your world for weapons and armor?" 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Taro stands up straight again, so as to more easily unclip his beam sabre from his belt and then set it on the desk by Zarenna's elbow. Dormant as it is, it has a rather uncanny resemblence to an Art Deco styled flashlight. "My own design, but based on the standard Neo Arcadian beam sabre." A small gesture of offer. "It's keyed to me, so you may pick it up without risk of activating it." He'll let her do so - or not - as he continues. "Much of the current technology is powered by either extreme high-capacity batteries or e-crystals...though we're trying to wean ourselves from the latter, as the supply of them has been nearly depleted." 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Zarenna mmms curiously as she picks up the beam saber and examines it. "What's the rating on this? Does it cut steel, high-strength ceramics?" 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     "Yes to both. It can with enough force and patience cut through even reinforced hull plating, though I would not recommend that."     It's about the weight of one of those old-fashioned metal flashlights as well, and rather well-balanced though a bit heavier towards the end where the blade forms.     "The most advanced armor we have, aside from energy barriers and forcefields, is ceramipolymer laminate," Taro continues, giving a nod at his weapon. "This can cut through that that as well, through the rated weights we use for personal armor and light mechanized weaponry. Its energy requirements are considerable, however, which is why I carry spare e-packs for it." Pause. "E-packs being the batteries I mentioned." 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Zarenna hmms. "And how long does an e-pack last for something that acts like a super plasma torch?" She says, handing back the hilt of the weapon before she starts doing some calculations on the workdesk. "If they're able to power that kind of device, they'd probably be pretty useful for these up-rated shinki... I should really think of a better name for them." She says. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     "Approximately ten minutes of continuous activation," is Taro's answer. He takes his weapon now that she's finished looking, and returns it to its place on his belt. "though this specfic type of e-pack is meant for high energy use in a short period of time." His gaze tracks back to where she's working through the math. "For something like a reploid or an android, I would recommend the type like I use to power myself. They're designed for a steady power draw, with additional reserves for short bursts of intensive energy use." He gives a small, too graceful for human shrug. "As a rule, we tend to power ourselves and our weapons separately. The reploid designs from the previous generations, such as Ferham, leaned more toward powering weapons from their wielders in the combat models, but at that point in time energy efficiency was less of a concern." 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Zarenna leans back in her chair. "That makes a lot of sense. And there are some shinki that use an armor that is something else when not worn. Like a beetle or jet fighter. An eternal transforming armor would mean another battery pack could be mounted in the armor." She sighs. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Taro nods. "If you'd like my opinion, having the weapons and armor drawing from an external power source would be more ideal...." A thought occurs to him, and he reaches into one of his belt pouches to extract...a lighter? This too is placed on the corner of the desk. "Perhaps an e-pack of this grade? It wouldn't be suitable for powering a shinki's shell, of course, but perhaps with some tweaking it could power an armored exosuit."     His gaze shifts again, to return to the holoimage. "As long as we're speaking on the subject...if I may ask, how flexible is the standard shinki's prgramming?" 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:''' "Pretty flexible," Zarenna says, examining the lighter. "Most shinki are not like the ones we see in the elite forces; they're pretty docile unless something involves their Master. The ones we count among the elite are pretty different; they'll actually injure people if they think it'll get things done. Though I've read papers from AI specialists who deal with what we'd call 'abnormal psychology' in shinki. There was one shinki who claimed her master was a ghost, for example. Then other case studies involve shinki who have, for one reason or another, lost their masters. There's a lack of information on the mindset of abused shinki, because as much as I'd love to idealize the Master-Shinki relationship, we're still talking about human beings on one end of that relationship. And who in the world would admit they abused the robot equivalent of a child?" 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     "Only monsters of a sort different than Number Nine and I."     It's a nice little lighter of a design not unlike a rather famous brand, though if she flicks the igniter she'll get a thin tendril of plasma flame rather than a true flame. Still the end result would be the same - it lights things.     Taro's digressing a bit from the topic, but still he asks, "Has shinki losing their masters become an issue? I remember Kari asking me to help some of them, though that hardly tells me whether the number is small or large." 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Zarenna hands the lighter back. "It's a problem that has gotten larger, I think, since MMS's world unified. They have laws where they're from that tightly regulate shinki so that people can't treat them as objects or weapons. A side effect of those laws is that Master-less shinki have to be rounded up, memory wiped, and repackaged for sale"     The woman shrugs. "Those laws don't necessarily exist elsewhere. There's a bunch of masterless shinki that live in the basement of our building who do maintenance work in exchange for the property owner and maintenance guys being their 'master'. The maintenance crew loves it because the shinki can check out all sorts of problems they'd normally have to dismantle things for. Kari has been getting gardening tips from the Zyrdara down there. A MMS Type Flower, who helps the groundskeepers." 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Taro's frown tightens into a dark scowl as the law is explained to him. "I would strenuously object to these laws, on both religious and personal grounds. The memory is a precious thing, to be safekept and treasured. In a world that is constantly changing and having a form that can be rebuilt and reshaped, for those like us, our memories are that which is constantly ours."     The lighter is taken back and tucked into its pouch. "I have digressed, and risked slipping into a sermon." He's not exactly apologetic even as he acknowledges the fact. "To follow up on my earlier question, do you think a shinki that has been online for some time would be able to adapt to a new shell like the one you're designing? I'm aware the Fuki's master often slips her core into another model shell when she's been badly damaged, though I'm not certain whether she's an exception or a rule." 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Zarenna laughs. "It's an open secret that MMS doesn't exactly enforce it all that much. How'd they put it...? How are we going to be able to tell if a shinki is masterless or just running an errand? I imagine it only gets enforced when a Master-less shinki proves to be dangerous to people."     Zarenna thinks. "Assuming the interface for the CMS is the same, it would take time, but they could probably adapt. I know Kari hasn't exactly gotten used to her Dire Wolf armor, but she doesn't exactly apply herself if you haven't noticed." 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     "It still offends me," Taro says in something of a grumble. Still, the matter is dropped. The beginning deign is of greater immediate interest anyway, and he turns back to look at it as they continue talking.     "Perhaps if you encouraged her a bit...or perhaps I could invite her to one of my workout sessions." Another small shrug, and he shifts back on topic. "What sort of locomotion system are you considering using? Upscaling will open up additional options, even if they remain somewhat limited." 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Zarenna sighs. "I guess I should encourage her more..."     Back to design discussion. "Shinki normally have anti-gravity devices in their armor. When a design needs power elsewhere, they're left out. Kari's model and sister model were designed to be a cute pet companion, so they only got gravity assist modules to help them get around a typical house. A larger model though, could have that regardless, depending on how many other power intensive devices are installed." 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     "Not quite what I meant, though that is good to know." Taro moves to lean in again, to point to (without touching) one of the holomodel's arms. "I meant internal locomotion, to move their limbs. While I admit the current system is well suited to a standard shinki size, it seems so specialized I'm not sure how well it would upscale to even a mere doubling." 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Zarenna ohs. "Yeah, needs a new servo design. Probably similar to what I used for Kari's new armor, given the greater weights and corresponding stress. I'm not sure that they wouldn't be better off using some kind of artificial musculature." She says, gesturing at the display that brings up some results on poly-myomer fiber used for synthetic muscles. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     "I'd suggest trying the artificial musculature," Taro says with a nod towards the display. "Altough working with the fineness that the size would require is problematic - which is why you will rarely see a reploid smaller than a meter in height - generally I've found the strength to mass ratio to be worth the trouble." A pause before he offers, "I could send you a sample of some of our myomer fiber, if you like."     He's taken a definite interest. This could be a good or bad thing. 

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1168/There Will Be Death pt1

2014-12-18T07:10:12Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:'''     The drop ship is black and smooth, beetle-like, and rumbles as it shoots out from the hangar bay of the Black Zero, carrying two of Zod's crew and a guest. The crew are in what can only be described as armored space suits, manning the ship. The guest has been offered an armored space suit if he needs it as well, though it is Kojirou's perogative whether or not he will wear it.     "We will return in four hours. Black Zero out." comes over the comms as the sky-scraper sized vessel prepares to teleport to a different location.     The planet below is barren and dead, with a landscape that can only be described as 'blasted'. There is no atmosphere left and the sun is a dim red thing that barely gives off light. A bit further out from the planet are the large and shattered remains of two moons trailing around the dead world as solemn reminders of the star's dying fury.     "No signs of life. No signs of civilization so far. Looks like it was hit with a nova."     "Not likely to be anything, but the boss wants us to look. Could check the mountains to see if they built bunkers or something. Any observations, Citizen Sasaki?" 

:'''{{#var:662|Fake Avenger (662)}} has posed:'''      It's probably easier for Kojirou to take the space suit, so he has. It's an uncomfortable fit for the ancient Samurai; it's restrictive and restraining, and he's forced to wear Monohoshi Zao's sheathe outside it. Combine that with the unfamiliar feeling of holding his sword without touching it, and Avenger can't help but find himself somewhat...well, unsettled.      It says a lot about the Heroic Spirit that he's more unsettled by the lack of direct contact with his katana than he is hovering alone in the void of space. Space is just a thing, after all. It's not like it can kill him.      That said, once he's settled in, the ancient samurai takes in the view with a solemn and tranquil approach. He's very old, after all, though one wouldn't know that just from his youthful appearance. He's had a lot to think about over his life. Flying in space in front of the ruins of a dead planet is not one of those things.      "I defer to your expertise," the swordsman offers finally, "I'm afraid this is something of a first for me."      Floating over a dead world is, anyway. Kojirou can't help but notice the parallels between this and his own world, though, admittedly, human life continues to flourish on in the Land of Steel, even with Gaia's destruction. He looks over it again, thoughtfully.      "Life is tenacious, especially intelligent life. I would be unsurprised if there were survivors inside some of the larger chunks, I suppose, or maybe on one of the moons."      Life! On a moon! The very idea. But, well...this wasn't his world, after all. 

:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:'''     The crew sets a course for the remains of the closest moon, which is marked on the giant HUD screen of the drop ship as 'Wethegor?'. The small craft moves smoothly, avoiding the bits and pieces of larger debris with ease, while the shields handle the fine particles, flaring blue where the things strike.     "Well, at least we won't have to worry about the atmosphere." says the pilot in Kryptonian. Fortunately the Multiverse translates for Kojirou.     "Not seeing any signs of orbitals. Just rocks so far."     The moon that might be Wethegor looms large as the ship speeds toward it. The moon's surface has a half-melted look, with continent-sized cracks and canyons unnaturally carved out of its surface. The largest feature though, is the piece of the moon that is missing. A full quarter of it seems to have been exploded into space, with those aforementioned continent-sized cracks and canyons radiating outward from it. The false composite of the HUD illuminates the dark portions of that hole by reading various spectra, with a faint dull red emanating from the interior. Some little lines appear and magnify particular sections of the hole, showing a wirefram of what looks like the remains of a structure.     "Ah ha. Got something. Headed in." And the ship speeds onward through the debris field towards the structure hanging precariously from the interior of the scarred moon. 

:'''{{#var:662|Fake Avenger (662)}} has posed:'''      Kojirou just sort of nods at the pilot. He watches the ship move carefully, keeping an eye on the surroundings with a relaxed attitude. That's probably the weirdest thing about the strange Japanese man - his attitude is perpetually, almost bizarrely, relaxed. It isn't the relaxed attitude of a self-assured or arrogant man, and it isn't the relaxed attitude of a careless man who doesn't know any better. It's just...there. It's possibly even a bit unnerving - most people in a space vessel are probably highly worried about the wall giving in.      "May I ask what happened?" Kojirou's accent is loosely formal as he watches the instruments, a lack of comprehension on his face. The wireframes are intriguing. He's seen similar devices, but he never bothered to learn to use them. 

:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:'''     "If it's anything like what happened back home, some experiment with exotic energy went wrong and blew up most of the moon. Don't ask Jax-Ur about it, he gets pissed when people bring up what his ancestor did." say the gunner. "Now if you're talking about the planet, I have no idea. Quin-Pol," he gestures to the pilot, "... thinks the sun went nova." He points to some of the half-melted features on the remains of the moon. "That'd make sense based on those features."     The interior of the moon seems to have suffered from the apparent nova, but to a much lesser extent than the planet or the moon surface. The sensors show the wireframe and false-color pictures of the structure, which seems to be some kind of major installation. The design is extremely crystaline, like somebody grew it out of the rock face instead of building it. There's an emblem on what looks like the landing pad, a triangle of circles connected by lines in a V shape, inside the very stereotypical Kryptonian shield heraldric device.     "This is definitely not like our Krypton." Quin-Pol the pilot says. 

:'''{{#var:662|Fake Avenger (662)}} has posed:'''      "What would the sun going nova mean?" Kojirou asks politely. He's a samurai from the Sengoku era, and while he's lived longer than most people can imagine, he never really had time to sit down and read a book on astrophysics, apparently. "Would it mean that the sun lashed out in anger, or something to that effect?"      Sasaki looks over at the landing pad. The crystalline, intricate nature is intriguing, to say the least. "Ah...that's very interesting," he voices, levelling a finger at the crystal matrix, "I've seen something like that before. Although I wouldn't imagine it's for the same reasons."      "Are we landing there, then?" 

:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:'''     "Yeah... boss wants us to be thorough. Can't blame him, since we're probably the only Kryptonians left out of a whole planet..." The pilot says as he takes the drop ship in.     The gunner uhs... "I'm not an astrophysicist. I kind of failed that part of the creche education program. Something about when a star gets unstable and ends up only /sort/ of blowing up." He turns in his seat to face Kojirou. "Normally Rao, I mean our sun, is red. Not the red we saw, but bright enough to actually get a nice sunrise over the city state's towers. Not this guy- the computer says that's almost a brown dwarf. Nearly dead. Which means something happened."     Quin grins at the controls. "Maybe some crazy member of House Ur decided to experiment on Rao, eh Raal?"     The gunner, apparently named Raal, chuckles.     The crystalline landing pad has a strange internal glow, casting everything in the same light as a full moon back on Earth does. There's an incessant clicking sound that grows louder as the ship manuevers for landing.     "Ah nuts. Radiation. We can't stay too long, gents." says Raal. The drop ship hovers in place, the rumble quieting to a low hum as the crew members lower the rear boarding ramp, a forcefield snapping into existance to keep the air inside. The two crew members activate the rebreather elements of their helmet and help Kojirou make sure his own breather (active since he set foot on the Black Zero because of the fatally low levels of oxygen there) is working correctly.     "The boss wouldn't like it much if a guest suffocated." Quin explains. 

:'''{{#var:662|Fake Avenger (662)}} has posed:'''      Kojirou considers this for a moment. "I wasn't aware stars could explode," he says honestly as he watches the gunner turn. He takes in the man's features carefully, his own calm and casual.      "I wasn't aware suns could be red, either." Still, he seems amicable enough to the whole idea. It sounds less like a rejection and more like the ancient swordsman is just coming to terms with the idea. % Kojirou patiently allows them to set his rebreather. He doesn't need it, but then, they probably don't care about an expanded explanation of a Heroic Spirit, and he doesn't particularly care to offer one if it would delay getting to the surface of this bizarre planet. However, the mention of radiation - something he *is* acquainted with - gives him pause.      He's never really tested the full limits of his powers as Avenger. This was as good a time as any.      There's no outward change to Kojirou, but if the pilot or gunner are paying careful attention to the Heroic Spirit's eyes, they might notice the tiny little black flecks shifting and rearranging. Undereath the space suit, the black-and-red scars he bears do the same as he instinctively draws on Battle Continuation rather than Presence Concealment.      Would that allow him to survive radiation? Well, it wasn't as if he could *die*. He knew that much. But it might also protect him from the worse effects, and that might allow him to help his new allies a bit more.      And maybe he'd get to fight something...*interesting*. 

:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:'''     Even through the space suit's insulation, there is a sense of unimaginable cold emanating from the crystaline make-up of the structure. Glaciers and icebergs exude more warmth than this stuff. Above is a slash of the starlit void across the utter blackness of the chasm walls, an eerie sight to be sure. The pale light of the crystal platform illuminates from the bottom up, casting everything in a sinister aspect. Quin and Raal grab what look like rifles off the drop ship's interior racks.     "If you wouldn't mind leading the way, Citizen Sasaki. We were told you're an Elite and probably better equipped to deal with FUBAR situations than us." Quin says.     Raal says, glancing around. "Yeah, we're not under a yellow star and we're breathing good ol' Kryptonian air. We're kind of vulnerable if we get into a real mess." He points towards something. "I think that's the door."     The door has the same motif as the landing pad; a triangle of circles, connected by lines in a V. 

:'''{{#var:662|Fake Avenger (662)}} has posed:'''      Kojirou steps out of the vessel and into the room experimentally. It's frigid, but frigidity has never killed a Servant before, and Kojirou isn't really the type to get antsy over things like that anyway. He walks forward, looking between the starlit void and the crystal.      A truly alien world. He pauses for a moment, then looks back at the other two, a smile gracing his face. "Of course. It would be my honor."      Sasaki turns back to look at the platform. Acquiring rifles implied that he might need Monohoshi Zao after all. He forgoes the guns with a polite wave if offered and moves towards the door. "Hm."      "Can you open it? Or would you prefer if I did the job?" 

:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:'''     Quin ahhs... and scratches his head. "Don't see an opening mechanism, so... maybe?" 

:'''{{#var:662|Fake Avenger (662)}} has posed:'''      Kojirou nods politely.      He then presses his hand against the door. The inhuman strength of a Heroic Spirit is applied lightly at first, but it grows rapidly. By the time Avenger's magical musculature is done straining against the door, it's being pushed with the strength of thirty men. 

:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:'''     There is a screeching sound as the crystals are forced to move without assistance, and the dust of countless millennia is disturbed inside. The two crew members cover Kojirou with their rifles, making some kind of attempt to at least protect their Elite guest (even though they're not really qualified).     Inside it looks like a well organized growth of crystals, approximately the size of a great cathedral on Earth. Frosty-looking steps circle around the greatest concentration of crystals, with some sort of pedastal or dias in the middle. There seems to be a triad of crystals at the center. Above, a mirror image of the crystals hangs from the vaulted ceiling. The entire place hums with a strange high and clear tone that seems /just/ barely perceptible.     Raal translates some strange flowing script that's etched into the floor. "Hall of Records, Back-up Facility Thirteen. Or something like that, it's got some weird grammar compared to our Kryptonian. Might be better translated as 'Brainiac Neural Node Thirteen." 

:'''{{#var:662|Fake Avenger (662)}} has posed:'''      Avenger observes the growth of crystals once again. He reaches out to touch one, thoughtfully. It's massive and fascinating, and he appreciates that. "These crystals must be a common thing for you," he observes, "Or at least this version of your people." They certainly don't seem out-of-place, which is different from the only comparable event he's ever seen.      Kojirou moves over to join the other two. He looks at the script for a moment. All language is the same to him when it comes to writing - he can't read any of it, after all. "If you say so. This is a library, then. How would you access those records? It might tell you what happened." 

:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:'''     As Kojirou touches the crystal, it glows bright and hums clearly.     Quin points to the top of the path, where the platform in the middle of the three largest crystals is. "Probably that."     Raal squints at all the crystals. "Not too different from home. Ours look more like rocks than crystals though."     Quin jogs his way up to the top, while Raal is hunting about for any more examples of writing on the large 'lobby' area. 

:'''{{#var:662|Fake Avenger (662)}} has posed:'''      Kojirou wouldn't know one form of writing from any other. So he just walks up the path to look at the crystals. He's at a careful pace behind Quin, unless Quin really wants him to go first in case of something horrible happening, in which case he goes first out of politeness.      "How do they work?" 

:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:'''     Quin ums... "No clue. We usually use controls you can see and voice-activated computer assistants. Well, that one did something when you touched it, sooo..." He taps a few, gets nowhere. He scratches the top of his helmet out of habit. "You seem to have better luck than me, Citizen Sasaki. Why don't you try?" He says sheepishly. 

:'''{{#var:662|Fake Avenger (662)}} has posed:'''      Kojirou looks at the controls for a moment. Well, it's true - his Luck parameter is very high-ranked. He considers this for a long moment, just sort of standing there, stock still. Quin might even think he died standing up, for how long Sasaki takes.      Finally, swiftly and decisively, he presses a button. 

:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:'''     A recording is projected in front of Kojirou and Quin, a point of view shot of a clean-shaven man with dark brown hair with an s-shaped curl sticking up from under a golden headband, in white robes with an S inside the Kryptonian shield device emblazoned across the chest, clad in a black undersuit very similar to the ones that Kojirou saw the unsuited Black Zero crew wearing mere hours earlier. The man seems agitated. The footage quality seems rough and corrupted, as the visuals flicker and distort, as does the audio...     The man asks a question of whomever is operating the camera. "Why did you hide the facts? People could have been saved, Brainiac!" The voice that replies is clearly a synthetic voice, inhumanly calm and detached. "If the council knew that Rao is going to go nova, Jor-El, then they would have forced me to divert resources to saving the people. This would not have given me sufficient time and computational power to save myself and the entire sum of Krypton's knowledge."     The look on the man's face is one of shock, horror, and disgust. "... How long?" The voice replies. "This world has seen its last sunrise." 

:'''{{#var:662|Fake Avenger (662)}} has posed:'''      Kojirou watches the display thoughtfully. The inhumanly calm machine reminds him, in an ironic way, of himself. A thousand years ago, after all...well, that wasn't really relevant, was it? But it brings him a sense of nostalgia.      "I suppose that 'to live' is a wish stronger than any other," Kojirou observes thoughtfully as he watches the display. He glances over at Quin, gauging the other's reaction. Machines weren't really his specialty, but he was quite familiar with people. 

:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:'''     Quin seems stricken with shock. "I.. that somebody would let Krypton die like that. I mean, I was exiled to the Phantom Zone because I /killed/ people, but I'm not heartless..."     The display changes again, showing the familiar motif of the three circles arranged in a V. That same cold and detached voice speaks, though damaged. "Greetings, citizen. Welcome to the Council Archives on Wethegor. You may address me as the Librarian or by my more common apellation, Brainiac. How may I assist your inquiry?" There are parts where it stutters and gets stuck on a word, the image frazzles and blinks out in whole and in part.     Quin screams as the voice starts speaking and falls backwards. 

:'''{{#var:662|Fake Avenger (662)}} has posed:'''      Kojirou looks at Quin for a really long moment, like he's debating what he ought to say. The mechanical voice, however, pre-empts him utterly.      "You are the one who allowed this world to die, then?" Kojirou inquires calmly. There's not a trace of judgement, anger, or...well, anything, in his gentle voice.      "I would like to know how it died, if you would be so kind. Could you show me on the screen?" 

:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:'''     Quin is hustling his way back down the stairs in the meantime, severely spooked.     The Librarian says "Krypton was destroyed when its primary star Rao accumulated elemental hydrogen and helium on its surface as the result of stellar engineering experiments. The excess material underwent a fusion reaction and caused Rao to eject super-heated plasma in all directions. This subsequently destroyed all surface life on Krypton, Wethegor, and Merror. The Council Archives record no events after this. But a logical extrapolation of a nova-like event would include the destruction of the outer planets due to their gaseous compositions and the irradiation of all rocky bodies orbiting Rao by high energy photons." 

:'''{{#var:662|Fake Avenger (662)}} has posed:'''      Kojirou watches the man go out of the corner of his eye. Then he turns his full attention back to Brainiac.      He doesn't understand all of it, but he understands enough to get the gist. It takes him a moment to consider his next question - the explanation was extraordinarily comprehensive. The ancient swordsman stands there thoughtfully.      Something seems to come to him a moment later. Kojirou tilts his head backwards and chuckles. "Of course. Mr. Brainiac, you said your name was? What about subterranean life? You mentioned all surface life being exterminated, but what about underground life?" 

:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:'''     The Librarian speaks. "Please remember that this is extrapolation based on astrophysics theories and available data; to date, no direct observation of the aftermath of a nova-like event has been made. Although subterranean structures and life forms would not experience the full brunt of the nova-like event, the planetary crust would have been sufficiently heated to cause the deaths of the survivors. It may have been possible that a portion of Kryptonian civilization could survive in the geothermal power stations within Krypton's mantle. The stations are deep enough to protect against the high energy photons and built to withstand the heat of the planet's mantle. However, without access to hydroponic gardens or bio-engineering facilities, they would eventually starve. It may also be that the surface access tunnels could have been destroyed by the plasma wave, making any return to the surface impossible." 

:'''{{#var:662|Fake Avenger (662)}} has posed:'''      Well, that's nifty. Kojirou seems thoughtful for a long moment as he digests the information, Again, the parts of it he didn't understand, he just glossed over. But that was enough of a confirmation for him. He considers Brainiac again, then tilts his head back, as though he's listening to something.      "...mm. How many books are in your library?" Kojirou inquires after a moment, "Do you have a means to transport them in a handheld form? I understand some computers are capable of that kind of thing." 

:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:''' The Librarian speaks. "While I would be obliged to fulfill your request, the full Council Archives will not fit on a single data crystal. Furthermore, it seems that most of the archives are missing. The relay stations in orbit around Krypton are not present, nor are the relays to Merror. In short, I am only able to access the information present at this node." There's a long pause. Long enough that Kojirou may try to speak before the Librarian continues.     "The archives present at this node will fit on a single data crystal. However, much of the data has become corrupt over the past seventy-eight years. Do you wish to proceed, citizen?" 

:'''{{#var:662|Fake Avenger (662)}} has posed:'''      "Yes," Kojirou replies simply. He looks down at the Kryptonians below. Well, perhaps this would help them. And if not, perhaps it would help someone. If nothing else, Kojirou knew enough to know that information was a resource.      "Make two, if you are capable of such," he says finally, "I would like to review the...archive on my own at a later date." 

:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:'''     There is a very looong wait. Finally, the platform 'grows' a small raised table, about waist high. A single crystal is extruded from it, awaiting extraction. 

:'''{{#var:662|Fake Avenger (662)}} has posed:'''      Kojirou takes the crystal and tosses it up in the air thoughtfully. He's not really afraid of dropping it; Servants don't *drop* things. Once he has a sense of its weight and texture - as best he can despite the space suit, which is pretty good - he heads back down the stairs to find the Kryptonians. 

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     In this particular part of R&D, the scene resembles an archaeological cataloging scene instead of the usual R&D scene of rough prototypes, wires and components everywhere. This is a basement workspace, adjunct to the vast warehouses containing things that the Feds have worked on over the years. Bins of unsorted stuff, labeled 'From The Factory Outlet' in some kind of warped semblance of humor, are lined up here. The containment field is inactive at the moment, and Kari is driving a anti-grav pallet with three bins of weird stuff her master and her have recovered from The Factory. Well, remote controlling it while perched on top of the handles. 

:'''{{#var:522|Gaius Van Baelsar (522)}} has posed:''' Though normally Gaius would be on his Dreadnought, he does take the time to check in with the Confederate building to see how things are holding up and if any type of supplies may be required that the Garlean Empire could offer. There is also a slight hidden love for the R&D department, but also a hidden deep pain from it as well. Those dark metal boots walk along the hall with simple ease. The hanging 'bells' from the 'horns' of his helm sway ever so slightly which each step he takes and the voidful eye slots in the helm give no indication of his own eyes, beyond they do catch the reflection of the area at times against the black lens covers when the light hits them just right. As he moves though, he hears something which gets his attention, before he heads in that direction and then takes notice of Kari Wolf who seems to be moving something to another location. "It has been some time, Kari." Gaius address with ever the calmness in his voice with the slight reverb from his helm. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     "Hmmm? Oh, good afternoon Legatus! Are you doing alright today?" says the cheery shinki, waving to Gaius as she slows the cart down a bit. The shinki is wearing her normal Howling armor, a much lighter armor than the one she's been seen using in battles recently, using its wifi capability to direct the modified cart.     "Master is out at the Factory looking for new things. She's trying to figure out why the robots there build the things they do." She gestures at the bins. "I heard the intern with a tinfoil hat say something about secret Custodian transmissions directing the robots to build things from places that haven't unified yet." She says with a grin. 

:'''{{#var:522|Gaius Van Baelsar (522)}} has posed:''' Gaius walks up next to the cart and looks at what it is carrying for a moment, before turning to look to Kari once more. "I see and to build things that have yet to unify, hmm? Curious theory, but all very possible." He nods in a mild agreement. "As for myself, I am well. Just doing a little check in since I have returned from the Garlean War Council meeting." He then follows along to Kari continues to move onward. "Making sure that resources are doing well for the Confederacy and if there is anything that may be required that the Garlean Empire could offer." "Normal operations really." The Legatus says with a mild cant of his head and a shrug of his shoulders. "Though I am glad to see your master is making use of the factory whilst we still have command over it. I am deeply surprise, in all truth, that the Union had not come to reclaim it." 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     The bins seem to have been somewhat cataloged or sorted already. Gauntlets and footwear for a variety of species in one, tube-shaped objects with various ornamental designs in another (resembling a bunch of weapon handles), and a whole assortment of what look like... marbles. The bin with marbles in it is protected by a forcefield and the marbles themselves are suspended in a gravity field. All sorts of warning labels have been slapped on that bin as well.     Kari hmmms. "Well, it's only a matter of time, right? Or maybe they just decided it was all junk? Er, you want to walk along? I have to get these marble things to containment." 

:'''{{#var:522|Gaius Van Baelsar (522)}} has posed:''' "I'll follow along, so do not concern yourself of it." Gaius states as he gestures with his hand for her to continue along. "If the Union has such an attitude toward a marvelous resource, then they are greater fools then I suspected they to be. Yet in the same vain, I dare not wish to think little of an enemy, as any of them could surpass another." Gaius tilts his head ever so faintly in thought. "Only a shame that for such of their size, they seem to be less organized then those of the Confederates.. and perhaps also equally less interested in what happens around them.. which does not speak ever so highly about those whom I did have a chance to meet in a spare moment." "..Though I do wonder whatever happened to that boy.." 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     "Maybe the Union is like people on a sitcom show. They don't always get along and there's misunderstandings and stuff but they end up helping each other in the end." Why is this shinki in the Confederacy? She seems... cheerful and upbeat.     "Master says the marbles are very dangerous. Explosions of glass if they're knocked around. Something about crystals, she said?" Kari explains as she turns the corner with the cart and takes it towards hazardous materials storage. 

:'''{{#var:522|Gaius Van Baelsar (522)}} has posed:''' Gaius tilts his head, though when she goes into the containment area, the Black Wolf steps behind Kari's cart just to make sure she has enough room to get in there. "Sitcom?" Yes-- Garleans don't have Sitcoms. They have TV.. but not sitcoms. Silly people. "And I see.. explosive glass can be indeed dangerous.. though do you know what she meant about the crystals?" Though Gaius doesn't question /why/ Kari is here, if anything being around the Confederacy these few months has taught him, it is that there are many types within it. After all, beyond his own general type air, when he isn't on the battlefield, he can be a very pleasant individual. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     "Oh, something about rubber bands, tension, things pulling even though they're solid. I don't get it, really." Kari stops the cart, and a drone flickers into existance in a burst of light, zooming over to push the buttons that Kari needs to push. The hazmat thing pulls the indicated bin off the cart and it disappears into... wherever it goes.     "Hop on!" She says cheerily to Gaius. 

:'''{{#var:522|Gaius Van Baelsar (522)}} has posed:''' Gaius watches the drones work with some mild interest, before Kari offers to hop on. With a minor shrug, he does so-- cause what could it hurt, right? Though he does take into what she says about rubber bands and tensions. "Sounds as if she was speaking about Kinetic force." The Legatus says calmly. "I once had a very dear friend to me whom was an engineer of sorts.. needless to say, when you been about the types. You learn the lingo." The Black Wolf then looks down at his hand for a moment, before he looks to Kari. "Does your own master attempt to instruct you on her research?" 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     "Sometimes, but I don't get a lot of what she's saying, even when she tries explaining it so I can understand it. I'm just not wired that way, I guess." She pulls the cart into the work area, parking it. "One bin of foot and hand wear, one bin of plasma cutting blades! Check." She peers into the bin of weapon handles. "That's a lot of things that can cut." 

:'''{{#var:522|Gaius Van Baelsar (522)}} has posed:''' Gaius mostly stays out of the way as Kari does her work. "You should try to learn, even if you are not, hm.. wired.. that way. You seem like your quiet capable of working beyond your own programming. If you so wished it." The Legatus then tilts his head to that comment of 'that is lot of things that can cut' and hms softly. "Bladed tools and weapons tend to have a great deal of use, no matter the technological state of a world..." 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:''' Kari smiles and picks one of the things up, a decorated cylinder about as long as she is tall. She carries it over to the containment unit and activates it by pushing a switch on it, a crimson-hued blade of light emerging from it, about three feet in length. The shinki swishes the blade around, wooshing sounds and a heat haze trailing after the weapon. The brightness of the blade leaves dark after-images on the eyes.     "I should ask Master if she can make one for me!" 

:'''{{#var:522|Gaius Van Baelsar (522)}} has posed:''' Gaius watches as the shinki swooshes around the plasma blade of some kind. His internal sensors within the helm of his giving him all sorts of warnings about that thing. Though he only simply crosses his arms over his chest. "Kari. Though I hate to be the one whom ruins the fun, but I believe items that are to be placed away in such areas should be.. untouched.. unless by hands for study." Gaius tilts his head over to the side. "After all, none desire to be injured and playing with things with no knowledge can leave to possible unfortunate accidents. Trust me, I have watched a few researchers not take such wisdom to mind when they were toying with Allagan artifacts and found themselves in a very poor situation of near death." 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari turns the thing off, since she doesn't want to injure herself and the big thing (relative to her) is unwieldy in her paws.     "The metal ones are even weirder. They're like this, but they have a watery metal blade." she says, putting the light saber back. "I saw some of the army guys trying to work with one and they bruised themselves pretty badly. They were getting thrown all over the place. Master said it was because the weight kept shifting around when they swung them." 

:'''{{#var:522|Gaius Van Baelsar (522)}} has posed:''' Gaius mm's softly to Kari's explanation of the weapons. "I see." He tilts his head another way in thought. "Blades are sometimes weighted in order to aid with a proper balance within the blade. If a weapon does throw of that weight, the wielder must make adjustments for it-- which takes a great deal of practice." Gaius goes to stand up fully and removes his sword. He shows her his own Gunblade, "For example, my own sword is that of a Gunblade. It is designed for both purposes of a melee and ranged weapon. As such, the weight of the sword is thrown off normally by the barrel of the gun.. however.." Gaius then turns it side ways, he places out his other hand and then moving his index finger to the center of the blade, he lets go of the handle and balances it on his index finger for a moment before taking hold of the hilt once more. "It has a weight within the steel to aid in keep the blade itself balanced against the extra weight of the hilt." "Also mind you that the way we process our steel and materials we use are designed to be extreme durable, but light-- so the sword is also extreme deceptive in how heavy it feels." 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     The shinki watches as Gaius demonstrates. "But that's so you can use it, right? The weight doesn't move when you swing? Master said something about a shifting center of gravity making the blade hit much harder, more like a hammer than a sword. I saw one guy cut most of the way through a six-inch steel plate with one of the big liquid-metal swords!"     Kari thinks. "Of course he was like three meters tall and looked like he wrestled bulls for a morning workout..." 

:'''{{#var:522|Gaius Van Baelsar (522)}} has posed:''' "That would be correct, the sword is weighted for myself. Though for another they may find it a bit off." The Legatus then places the sword away. "For a weapon that shifts it weight, the wielder has to adjust themselves to that weight being moved. It means the foot work down and the movement of the body has to act as a counter measure to the direction that the weapon travels in." Gaius does try to demonstrate this with his hands. "We have a few within our own military ranks that play with such weapons that do not have a true center of gravity. I have never been overly fond of them, but I have seen such in use." 

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874/Battle For Phase Rock

2014-10-29T08:15:43Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:'''     Rocketing out of the sky like a meteor from the blue, the former Kryptonian General hits the ground near the Union garrison, a plume of dust and dirt shooting into the air and a shockwave rattling the area. Zod strides forward from the dust, armored but without the traditional long flowing cape that Kryptonians seem to love, facing down the grunts with an impressive looking scowl.     "Retreat or die.", he tells them. A simple ultimatium. Who pissed in Zod's corn flakes today? 

:'''{{#var:180|Taylita (180)}} has posed:'''      The local garrison clears out quickly, calling for backup as they go. And, help isn't far away. Moments after the call goes out, a blue twinkle in the sky appears, then quickly grows in size as it approaches. It is soon obvious that it is a young woman surrounded by a flaming blue aura. She closes in on Zod quickly and lands hard a short distance away and in front of him.      She stands slowly, then folds her arms over her chest and smirks, her aura still burning around her. "Who're you? And what makes you think you can just barge in here and boss the Union's troops around?" she says as the air pressure from her aura blows her hair and tail about and creates an impressive windstorm around her. 

:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:'''     Zod folds his arms and glares at Taylita. "Lieutenant Zod of the Confederate Elite Forces. Are you defending this asset?" He doesn't seem much for words today. 

:'''{{#var:180|Taylita (180)}} has posed:'''      Taylita nods. "That's right. So, you'd better be expecting a tough fight. Because I'm the saiyan warrior Taylita! Even Colonel Serori can't defeat me." Taylita smirks as she sees that glare. "Fine."      With that, she launches herself at Zod in one of her favorite opening moves. She flies through the air, spiraling gracefully as she goes. She pulls herself vertical again just as she is coming in toward Zod, and channels all her spiraling energy into a powerful kick aimed at Zod's side. "Kyaaaa!!" 

:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:'''     The General reacts with superhuman alacrity, deflecting the blow with a heavy gauntlet to avoid the worst of the kick and absorbing the impact by letting the momentum carry him back in a semi-circle. The gauntlet certainly is worse for wear, losing some of the armor on it.     Equally quick is the counterattack, a whipcrack of the sound barrier being broken as Zod's fist comes crashing inward at Taylita's mid-section, just below the rib-cage.     "I was hoping for a challenge today!" he snarls. 

:'''{{#var:180|Taylita (180)}} has posed:'''      The punch comes in, and hits...nothing. Taylita's form blurrs just as the fist connects, and for a moment it seems as though she disappeared.      She reappears right above the General, already in the middle of another attack. She is spinning forward, bringing her foot down in another powerful kick, this time aimed right at Zod's head! "You're tangling with a saiyan! A challenge is the least you can hope for!" she declares, grinning. 

:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:'''     Zod leans backwards as the kick comes down, the Saiyan's foot shattering the breastplate of his armor and leaving a nice foot wide (but not a 'foot' wide) gash down the front of the armor.     Fine, she wants to play with speed. Zod moves, and moves fast enough that he looks like he's flickering like a badly animated cartoon. They're feints and such, these punches, elbow smashes, and chops, designed to corral Taylita into a moment of weakness so Zod can land that right cross on the side of the saiyan warrior's face. 

:'''{{#var:180|Taylita (180)}} has posed:'''      Taylita falls for the feints, blocking and dodging the weaker attacks until finally that last one catches her right across the face. It sends her spiraling away and when she hits the ground she goes tumbling a short distance before she is able to recover. She grins when she looks back toward Zod. "Not much of a talker, are you?" she says as she stands up straight again. "I guess that's alright. Talking isn't really needed for fighting."      She raises both her hands and aims the palms at the General. "But, it does make things a bit more interesting!" she says before she fires twin beams from her hands. The two beams of bright blue energy lance toward Zod at amazing speed, and if they impact they explode against him. The hit is somewhere between an energy blast and a kinetic shot, both searing and punching her target. 

:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:'''     "We're both warriors. Talking is a distraction." He says, simply and clearly before Taylita unleashes energetic /death/.     The beams barely graze Zod as he starts barreling towards Taylita and swerves to avoid, the beam instead managing to knock off the rest of the breastplate on his right. The motion of dodging it though, snaps the anchors on the right arm of the suit, flinging the remains of the gauntlet, upper arm, and shoulder armor off and embedding it in the dirt around the fighting pair. Zod seems more agile with that arm now, so why would he even bother with the armor?     Zod leaps at Taylita after building up some momentum, leading with his still-gauntleted left arm, from which a long slender spike has snapped into place. 

:'''{{#var:180|Taylita (180)}} has posed:'''      Taylita tries to dodge, but isn't fast enough this time. She cries out as that spike stabs into her shoulder, then growls grabs Zod's arm where the spike is piercing her. "M-maybe, but...concentrating too hard can be bad, too!" she says as she lifts herself up, then kicks Zod with both legs at the same time, aiming at his chest, and using the momentum to get herself unimpaled.      She flips backward through the air, only to land a short distance away. Blood flows freely from her shoulder, but she just ignores it, instead following up her double kick with another shot of ki energy, this time a single orb that explodes like a bomb upon impact. 

:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:'''     Zod is knocked backwards into the garrison building by the chi-blast, and if one watches carefully, one can see the boots, gauntlets, and shoulder pad fly off the Kryptonian before the dust plume erupts from the impact and billows outward. Is he... down?     The answer to that would be a resounding 'no' as there's a horribly loud squeal of ripping metal from within the building. Then a newly turretless tank comes hurtling out of the garrison building at Taylita, followed by an armorless (but undersuit-clad) Zod flying at the Saiyan, carrying the turret. Midway to Taylita, Zod hurls the turret at the Saiyen too, pouring on speed as he attempts to body-slam a (hopefully) distracted Taylita at those kinds of speeds.     "A distraction for one's opponent." he shouts at Taylita, a toothy predatory grin spreading across his face. 

:'''{{#var:180|Taylita (180)}} has posed:'''      Flying tank?! Taylita blinks in surprise, then quickly dodges the tank's main body and parries the tank's turret before catching it. "If you think talking is distracting, try this!" she says, seeming to be enjoying herself. She holds the turret by the barrel, then swings it like a baseball bat as Zod comes flying in toward her.      No doubt the impact is like getting hit with a shell from a large cannon. Which...wouldn't be a problem if Zod were on his dimension's earth. But here in the Multiverse? 

:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:'''     The tank turret hits, despite the Kryptonian's last minute tuck into a roll, sending him careening sideways across the ground, kicking up dirt clods and grass. Even on Zod's Earth, only Superman or Nam-Ek can shrug off tank shells. And vehicle-scale missiles? Well, those take the piss right out of a Kryptonian (unless your name is Nam-Ek, and even /he/ starts thinking twice about sticking around...) There is a Zod-shaped defomation in the tank turret though, a quiet testament to just how durable his people are.     Zod gets to his feet, a slight ringing in his ears, covered with streaks of mud across his face, hands, and undersuit. Black veins form around his eyes as they flare with incadescent light. Two beams of white-hot energy burst out, aimed at the tank turret in Taylita's hand. Specifically the ammunition container. 

:'''{{#var:180|Taylita (180)}} has posed:'''      Taylita thinks for a moment that Zod missed. She even starts to charge in for another attack, but before she has really moved, the magazine explodes inside the turret. Taylita is engulfed in the blast, then there is a burst of smoke from the explosion as Taylita is blasted clear. She flies in a low arc across the battlefield, then crashes into the ground. Her body plows a nice furrow in the ground before finally stopping.      When she rises from the ground, she looks pretty battered. "That was pretty smart. I didn't even think about the unused shells inside the tank." she says, wiping at her mouth with the back of her hand. "But...I'm not one to give up easily. If ever." she says. She braces herself, then launches at Zod again. She flies in fast, then ducks low just before she would impact him and flips backward to bring a foot up, aimed right at his chin. 

:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:'''     "I wouldn't expect you to."     Zod takes one in the face, the kick is going to leave an impression of Taylita's foot on his cheek. He did manage to twist and avoid the brunt of it, swinging around an arm to grasp at Taylita's tail. It's a target of opportunity and...     If he succeeds, he will swing her around by the tail and let her fly into the ruined body of the tank. 

:'''{{#var:180|Taylita (180)}} has posed:'''      Taylita is gripped by the tail, and immediately her body goes stiff and she cries out in what sounds like excruciating pain. The sound only increases as she is spun around and thrown by her tail. Her cry of agony continues until she impacts one of the nearby buildings, which finally silences it. The impact is so strong, the building collapses around her, leaving her buried.      It is several moments before anything else happens. It might seem like that was enough to defeat her. Until the building explodes outward! "Grraaaah!! What is wrong with you?!" she screams as she floats up from the rubble, her tail wrapping around her waist defensively. "Do you see me grabbing you by your ears and throwing you?! Geeze! Even in battle, one should be respectful!!"      As she is screaming this, Taylita is building energy in her hands. A bright blue energy forms between her palms as she holds them in front of her, facing each other. She builds energy until an orb the size of a beachball is in front of her, then with a rage-filled roar she fires a beam of energy at Zod. It is much like the first attack she used, except this time it is much closer to a pure energy beam, and it threatens to engulf his entire body. 

:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:'''     Zod is left cooking, sizzling, wondering... how did he even survive that? Well, Kryptonian superiority, but that would account for his continued breathing, not continued consciousness. His undersuit is in tatters and steam is rising off his red, cooked skin. A Kryptonian that looks sunburnt is somewhat of an irony, to be honest.     An evil look crosses Zod's face and he leaps at Taylita with murder in his eyes, a tell-tale whipcrack trailing behind him as he flies forward to knock some sense into Taylita. A right hook. Cross uppercut. Kidney shot. A solid one to the solar plexus. An assortment of knuckle sandwiches to delight and amaze audiences of all ages at home! 

:'''{{#var:180|Taylita (180)}} has posed:'''      Taylita grins as Zod is left sizzling. She's impressed he is still standing, but that just means she's fighting a worthy opponent. "Wow. That's a nasty looking sunburn you've got there." she says, giggling teasingly. "Kind of appropriate when fighting the Star Child of Corlan." she adds as Zod comes in for his attack.      Those knuckle sandwiches are impressive, but unfortunately, Taylita isn't hungry. As Zod flies in, her form again blurrs. And again she seems to disappear. But, rather than appear above Zod, this time she appears behind him with a leaping kick aimed right at his lower back. "Too slow!" she exclaims just before the attack hits. 

:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:'''     He takes a solid blow from the kick, twisting in the air weightlessly even though it was like kicking... something very hard, maybe stone or steel slabs if Taylita was a mere mortal human, but there might not be an apt comparison for what it's like to strike an unarmored Kryptonian for the Saiyan to describe.     Zod rights himself and takes off upward, leaving a contrail behind him, sparing Taylita a scowl before he does. He could be gone. Maybe? Except he comes roaring downwards, teeth gritted as the air around him glows with ablative heat from screaming across the sky at about thirty times the speed of sound at Taylita like some sort of hellbent meteor. 

:'''{{#var:180|Taylita (180)}} has posed:'''      Taylita really didn't expect him to come back. Usually the bad guy flies off when he is beaten up pretty badly. So, when that Krytonian meteor comes screaming down, she isn't prepared at all. That'll teach her to just assume things! Taylita wonders what Zod's plan is for reducing damage to himself with such a divebomb attack. But only for a split second before she is hit.      When the smoke and dust clears after the explosion from the impact, Taylita is barely standing. She is panting heavily with the effort of holding her damaged body up, but she still looks determined to win. She floats out of the crater, then up into the air. As she does, her body starts to glow softly as she absorbs the light and other ambient energies around her. "That...was pretty impressive." she pants, looking down at General Zod. "I'm not sure how you didn't kill yourself with an attack like that...but don't worry. I'll finish you off!"      The yellow glow surrounding her grows brighter and brighter until it is like looking into the sun. Which is an apt comparison, because that is exactly the kind of energy Taylita is about to unleash. She lets out a fierce cry as she thrusts her palms forward and an eruption of pure concentrated radiant energy fires from her. This beam won't explode on impact or send Zod flying. No, this is a true energy beam. It attempts to incinerate the Kryptonian where he stands! 

:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:'''     Well, he's not incinerated. In fact it does something much more terrifying. It... recharges the Kryptonian's cells... painfully. There's a roaring scream as Zod's body absorbs the sunlight and stores it for later, and then overflows into excess, creating an outburst of telekinetic power from him. Rocks, dirt, plants, begin levitating into the air and floating in lazy patterns, a deep basso rumble permeates the ground and air. A rush of heat blasts outwards as Zod's body dumps energy any way it can. Finally, what's left in the smoldering blackened crater is a very naked Zod, shrouded by steam and heat-created haze. He looks at Taylita, a puzzled expression on his face, and then takes to the sky, leaving the Saiyan in control of Phase Rock. 

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793/Prophetic Plunder

2014-10-13T02:21:29Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:'''     The woman is a pale one, with black hair and cold blue eyes, dressed in strange armor. Normally she would be protected from the rich atmosphere by a helmet-like forcefield, but today she is working on some training to get used to the oxygenated atmosphere- by exposing herself to a less rich one. She's sitting near the entrance to the Caverns of Prophecy, staring at her gauntleted hand trying to get her mind to focus and filter out the extra senses she has while breathing the thinner atmosphere. It's not nearly as intense as what her commander did, but it's still disorientating and very difficult, her face furrowed in concentration and sweat beading on her face despite the cold air of the Olympic-sized peaks. This is Faora-Ul, Zod's right-hand woman and second-in-command. 

:'''{{#var:150|Hayate Yagami (150)}} has posed:'''     Hayate rubs one finger over the arm of the command chair, ignoring for the moment the corusculating play of plasma on the main monitor of the Wolfram. That'll be gone soon enough, once the vessel finishes this leg of the trip as a brilliant meteor streaking northwards towards its destination. There's nothing to see about their goal yet - it was still over the horizon and half a dozen time zones away.     The quietly nervous chatter on the bridge, its lights dimmed for general quarters, circled around two things: the early breakfast of omlettes delivered from the galley and the stranger who had embarked, however briefly. Hayate didn't begrudge them this looseness; the Caverns were still far below the horizon and they were supposedly sneaking up on it for a reconaissance in force, in any case. Nothing particularly dangerous. Supposedly.     "Two minutes, Ma'am."     "Thank you. Let's be about it, y'all." 

:'''{{#var:589|Princess Paladin (589)}} has posed:''' A pink-haired woman in something like a cross between a Japanese school girl's outfit and knight's armor is ascending the peak. Her clothing may not be well-suited to the weather or temperature, but she seems to be faring well enough - even if she is shivering the whole time. The magical girl, Princess Paladin, has heard of this place and is on a mission to make her way to the top and seek a vision of who is responsible for the demolition of an abandoned building in Slum Urbania. They may be either a danger to her interests or a potential subject of recruitment to her side. Since she is not really a detective, a magical solution is right up her alley. She still has a ways to go, but she is working her way up ice steps gradually. If needed she can speed up, but that is a long fall and she is not at all sure she would survive it. 

:'''{{#var:359|Elasaid Hood (359)}} has posed:'''     Elasaid asked to be dropped off a warp gate or two away from the target zone, so she could approach in her Deployment. She does so, hiking up the mountains with the heavy klank of armoured boots on stone, and the soft growl of some mighty engine and the whirr of turrets traversing. After the Wolfram jumps in, Elasaid transmits over local radio.     "Attention all hostile personnel. This is the captain of the HMS Hood, ordering a full surrender and general withdrawl of all troops within the Caverns of Prophecy. You have ten minutes to begin evacuations." her voice is prim, and stereotypically British Accented. "Failure to evacuate will result in hostilities beginning. Shore bombardment will commence in eleven minutes." 

:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:'''     Faora-Ul turns her helmet back on, breathing out the alien atmopshere and letting her senses dull to normal levels before getting on the radio to let the Confederates know there's a problem at the Caverns of Prophecy.     "I think you should retreat before you embarass yourself, Hood." comes the cold and arrogant reply, a slight accent audible over the radio. Well, first Faora let her senses back to normal, so she's making her way, -slowly-, down the mountain.     More radio chatter. "This place reminds me of home. Colder than ice. A dangerously thin atmosphere. We fought wars on a world like this, without protection, with a dying sun in the sky. Without the gifts we have in this place."     There's a pause, a smirk almost audible over the radio. "Do you think you can intimidate a born and bred warrior in this place?" 

:'''{{#var:359|Elasaid Hood (359)}} has posed:'''     Elasaid looks up as Faora shows herself. The Fleet Maiden comes to a stop, arms folded over her chest as the sunlight glints off her armour. "My ancestors fought and died in the Highlands of my home. Cold as death, wind that would slice through a weaker man or woman, and we did it nearly naked." she replies, her green eyes narrowing in challenge. "Do you believe you can intimidate /me/ here, in this place?" she retorts. All the while, those four large turrets are traversing around, aiming their barrels at the Kryptonian.     However, the attack comes from another angle... a High Angle, as it were, as shells start launching from behind the woman, raining down in contact-detonation 'grenades' around Faora. <High Angles firing Captain.> <Possible second hostile on radar. Will advise.> 

:'''{{#var:150|Hayate Yagami (150)}} has posed:'''     A warm breeze briefly menaces the cold ground, moments after a thunderous, ear-popping BANG rings through the hills and the sky. One more long, languid swerve, and the Wolfram is engulfed briefly in a white cloud of its own condensate as she drops below supersonic cruise, twenty kilometers away from the new contention.     The top-side hatch hisses open and a faintly white disc lifts Hayate into the whipping winds streaming just over the ship's hull. She bends in it, bracing Schwertkreuz against a lip and wheezing in the air.     <Environmentals, Online. Compensating.>     "Thank you, Schwertkreuz. Open channel to Hood-san, if you please." 

:'''{{#var:589|Princess Paladin (589)}} has posed:''' Blink blink. What's that voice? When she hears over her radio that there are hostiles attacking the Caverns, Paladin frowns. She has a mission to complete. Anyone or anything that interferes with her mission is an enemy to be defeated. She switches from careful climbing to a series of rapid, superhumanly agile leaps that carry her further up the winding stairs, into the hard-to-breathe and frigid air near the peak. Paladin does not have a very good idea how to operate her radio, so she just yells into it as she leaps, "If you get in my way you will suffer righteous punishment! It will be I who make use of the Caverns on this day!" Whether it even went to the right people or not is unknown, but a pink rod with a spherical tip is drawn from thin-air, and the gems upon its surface glow as magic is focused through it. This is a Magical Girl who does not hesitate to fight. Her justice speeches are just a warning, not truly meant to change anyone else's life for the better. She arrives in the same general area as Elasaid and Faora after a few moments, though she does not yet know which of the two combatants is which. She stands there for several seconds until she can hear the voices of both women and compare against what she heard on the radio. Then she acts! "You have transgressed in your interference with my mission! Now you must suffer the consequences!" Then she charges forward, faster than a purely mundane human could achieve, and leaps towards her target attempting to clobber her with the Sacred Scepter using an overhand-strike! She is not yet aware of the airship approaching, though any noise it may be making is likely to eventually start echoing off the mountain and making its presence known. Already, Paladin is facing an opponent unlike any she has seen before. It is likely that she is going to have more than a few other 'firsts' this day. 

:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:'''     Currently Faora is the one obscured by smoke, explosions, and shrapnel. All this noise is not helping her get her head clear. She wishes Nam-Ek was more amenable to the atmosphere training; having his strength right now would be nice. She jumps out of the smoke, a blur trailed by fog and a black cape, coming down with the force of an artillery shell at Elasaid. Problem is, with her wonky senses and nasty headache brought on by the bombardment, Faora's usual accuracy is not there. The real goal here, however, is that Faora wants to get clear of the obscuring mess.     "Warriors wear armor to protect themselves from the enemy. But if you wish to honor your ancestors and fight without protection, be my guest." 

:'''{{#var:150|Hayate Yagami (150)}} has posed:'''     "Hood-san, are you alright?" Hayate holds baack a wince of sympathy and looks away from the open video to Hood. She can't just stand here and wait - there are preparations that can be done. A copy of the Book of the Azure Sky flips open, floating just in front of her, but she's not reading from it. Nor could anyone through the blinding white light from its pages.     Hayate grips Schwertkreuz with both hands, "Targeteering, paint effects for airburst over the target area. Yield three. Three carriers."     "Running. Thirty seconds."     Hayate watches the streaming targeting data with one eye while she begins. A white, glowing Belkan magic triangle springs up beneath her feet and in front of her, rotating slowly. The wind begins to freeze from the air, forming a bubble of quiet around her where the tinkling of suddenly-formed ice needles is broken by her steady, droning voice.     "O ruler of the white snow, with silver wings..." 

:'''{{#var:359|Elasaid Hood (359)}} has posed:'''     Elasaid glances to the side, her 'radar' picking up Paladin's approach. She steps away, and brings her arm out of the fold, blocking the strike with a glowing field that forms in front of her arm. She narrows her eyes at the girl. "I'm not stopping you using the Caverns... Unless you are allied with the Confederacy." she replies, bringing her other arm around in a brutal hook punch, backed by all the power of a Battlecruiser's engines. Black smoke pours from the funnel on her backpack.      When Faora leaps out of the smoke and comes in from overhead... it makes the Maiden balk for a moment, eyes going wide, and her stance to shift back from the incoming Kryptonian. This causes the strike to glance off a bubble of energy that seems to surround the woman. Both strikes leave faint cracks in the shield that seem to be slowly sealing. "I will honor my ancestors by defeating you and your ally here." she replies, before stepping back forwards, twisting around to bring a left hook into the Kryptonian's midsection. This isn't her best range for engagement. 

:'''{{#var:589|Princess Paladin (589)}} has posed:''' Paladin's strike did not do much damage, but she brings a foot up and pushes herself OFF of the force field, launching her backwards and out of range of the powerful punch coming her way with inches to spare. She lands back on the ground and skids slightly in the snow, before raising her Sacred Scepter up and pointing it at Elasaid. When she speaks, she sounds sincere. Her tone is such that she does not appear to doubt what she is saying in any way. It is a form of magic, passive and innate, that makes her seem to be more mature, wise, and knowledgeable than she really is. Whether it has any impact or not matters little to the magical girl. "If only it were that simple. You ordered all hostile forces off of the mountain so that you might declare ownership. This mountain is not yours to claim! By agreement with those who currently hold it, I may make use of it! We have exchanged blows now, and though I regret any misunderstanding, I am now committed to this course of action. In order to complete my mission, I must remove all intruders from the mountain, and preserve the health of those with whom I have formed an agreement." Glowing pink energy gathers on the tip of the Sacred Scepter, but stays relatively low-level. "Perhaps in the future, we will not be enemies. But at least for now, my path is set. And by my oath, I can not deviate no matter what else I may wish, and no matter what other factors come up. The only recourse is either for you to depart or for us to continue our battle!" So saying, she slams her Sacred Scepter into the ground and then swings it forwards and up, sending a cascade of snow and small rocks flying at high velocity. They may not be the hardest or the fastest, but they may still pelt the enemy with the force of small-caliber bullets - though likely not surviving their own impact. That forcefield and body armor look sturdy! 

:'''{{#var:150|Hayate Yagami (150)}} has posed:'''     "Not... ah... that's difficult." Hayate wipes away an imaginary drop of sweat with the back of her hand, with the same motion cancelling her incantation and channeling it towards another. "Let's see... okay, this should..." The triangle in front of her reshapes into a series of concentric circles, each counterrotating within the other and bearing smaller circles around it. The wind, which had been calm, reverses and begins pouring in towards Hayate, raising the hems of her battle jacket and appearing to vanish into the spell.     "Come, spirits of ice and darkness! With the darkness flees the snowstorm, and with the snowstorm rises the darkness. Frozen breath of..."     The sky grumbles, as if a giant stirred from deep sleep and rearing up to swat blindly at a passing gnat. A certain, yellowish darkness steals over the Wolfram, as if the air above is congealing into laden clouds. 

:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:'''     The Kryptonian catches the punch, turning sideways as the fist cracks and shatters the armor across her stomach. It's retaining atmospheric integrity though, since it was not the helmet or collar that was hit.     The cold angular woman says simply, "No. That is not how you fight. Allow me to demonstrate." And she lets a series of punches loose, blindingly quick, each one with explosive force behind it, aiming for the shoulders, the solar plexus, throat, and other places designed to disable or knock the wind out of her opponent. The soldier thinks, that perhaps, Elasaid is not going to be disabled or winded because of that field she saw earlier. That is acceptable; it is useful to know her opponent's strength and weaknesses. 

:'''{{#var:359|Elasaid Hood (359)}} has posed:'''     Elasaid narrows her eyes at Paladin. "You speak maturely, but you are nothing but a child." she retorts simply, bringing her arms up and taking those debris bullets in a bright blue-white field that forms from the bubble. Once the little storm abates, those big cannons come into play. Only two barrels swivel and elevate, while the bubble returns, showing more cracks. "There is another option. But you will not listen to it." she states grimly, before the roar of her guns echos out across the mountain. BWAKOOM BWAKOOM.     As Faora comes in for that rapid combo, her strikes land against the bubble shield, spiderwebbing cracks from the impact points... until the Maiden grabs one of the last punches in a gauntlet-clad hand. "You, on the other hand, need to lighten," she goes to pull the Kryptonian closer... then WHAM. Glasgow Kiss, right in the helmet. "UP!" 

:'''{{#var:589|Princess Paladin (589)}} has posed:''' Princess Paladin is blasted by the turrets! She feels pain from her injuries - but though the girl within her may fear getting hurt, Miko's concerns and worries are suppressed by the feeling of power and confidence that comes with being her magical girl self. However, as the ground is obliterated in the area around her, leaving her in a smoking crater, she has to admit that this is the first time she has been hit with artillery or cannons or whatever those were. She is not a military buff. Even guns have been rather absent from her, admittedly new-ish, magical girl career. The concussive force alone has destabilized her, to say nothing of the noise. And yet, as part of her magic, her body acts gracefully and swiftly even without a coherent thought process to guide it. She leaps from the crater, raising her scepter and pointing it at Elasaid. Again, it glows and gathers energy, but this time, the energy that gathers is much more significant. It hovers on the tip of the Sacred Scepter, swelling into a sphere. "It is not a matter of listening, it is a matter of the ability to comply!" the magical girl responds fiercely. She can not abandon her mission once she accepts it. She must pursue it until its completion or her destruction, without exception. She also does not hold back against any opponent or obstacle. With cannons bombarding her, she feels not a single twinge about returning the favor. The glowing energy builds to its peak for this particular attack, and then Paladin yells out, "Crusader's Judgement!" A blast of bright light spreads outwards from the tip of her mystic relic, spraying heat and holy energy before her - and potentially into Elasaid and her forcefield! Paladin may be disoriented by the attack she suffered, and focused on her mission, but the swirling clouds and the distant shape in the sky near them has become rather noticeable. While not innately able to feel magic, a certain little pixie has spotted the airship and, invisibly, come to whisper in Princess Paladin's ear about it. She can not turn from the battle to examine what is being discussed, but she does call attention to the information on her radio. See? She is getting the hang of teamwork kind of! 

:'''{{#var:150|Hayate Yagami (150)}} has posed:'''     "Shot."     In that word, Hayate reports the flash of white light that scythes forth from her casting circle and roars downrange towards the distant fight. It sweeps out a swirling column of snow, leaving intricate, frantic vorticies in its wake. New shadows spring up and fade away as it passes high over the ground, arcing gently first up and then down towards...     The sunlight fades out, shadows disappear, as a glowing cascade of snow blots out the sky. Driven by hurricane-force winds cold as the Antarctic winter, Hayate's avalanche falls out of the sky onto... well... everything. 

:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:'''     Faora's arm is grabbed by the extremely dense Elasaid Hood, and isn't /going anywhere/ with that kind of density attached to her. Kryptonians are super strong in this environment, true. But they aren't capable of lifting nearly ten million pounds of mass. Even Nam-Ek can't do that. She does however, twist out of the way to avoid being smashed by a headbutt. The storm turned avalache hits, burying Faora and her opponent under multi-tons of snow and ice. It lets her twist free though, the gauntlet coming off in the Mighty Hood's grasp and leaving scrapes against her fair skin.     Faora leaps free of the avalanche, a deep rumble preceeding her skyward ascent. She lands, grabs a boulder about the same size as her, and throws it in the direction of the ship, as indicated by her ally. She repeats this a few times, bombarding the TSAB ship with rocky missiles. 

:'''{{#var:359|Elasaid Hood (359)}} has posed:'''     Elasaid is unceremoneously buried under an avalanche. This is hardly ideal, but it protects her from Paladin's holy blast thing, the energy fizzling out before reaching her. Unfortunately, it also keeps her from doing pretty much anything... until she runs her 'boilers' hot, causing the snow and ice to melt away, sloshing aside in slurry and icy water.     Her eyes track from Paladin, to Faora... and she punches her fists together. "Load tubes one through four. Reload A turret with HVAP shells. Load C with same. Load B and D with HE-I shells. Target hostile cruisers. Fire at will."     The commands relay to her magic, making those hulking turrets swivel around. The right ones aim for Faora, while the left set aim for Paladin. Once in position, they fire with that same resonant blast and gouts of black smoke. Eight reports, four shells for each woman, two designed to punch through armour, the other two designed to detonate violently on impact. 

:'''{{#var:589|Princess Paladin (589)}} has posed:''' Avalanche! Oh no! Paladin's attack manages to both fail to strike Elasaid and to protect Paladin herself from the initial brunt of the cascade of snow. The rest is solved by leaping straight up and running on top of the snow delicately like it were merely a mobile bed cushion or something instead of a shifting, fast-moving, semi-yielding surface. Magical girls, man. However, when she comes to a stop, it is just in time to be blasted again, this time with twice as many cannons! She already has burns and soot and scrapes that her magic couldn't shield her from. This is enough to bang her up much more heavily, and leave her blackened and with a trickle of blood coming out the corner of her mouth. But honestly, given what she just endured? The damage could have been a lot worse. A normal human would have been dead. The shockwaves could have torn internal organs loose even with a barrier adequate to avoid direct damage. Paladin is hurting, she is disoriented, and the teenage girl that she really is would have fled long ago in a situation like this. Fled or given up. Yet here she is, picking herself up out of the rocks and snow and dirt and smoke, standing on her feet, and raising her pink magical rod. She turns and holds it with both hands as though it were a sword or a baseball bat. The Sacred Scepter glows along its entire length with crackling magical energy. Then she says, "Surrender is never an option for me. But you have chosen to dismiss that option entirely. So be it. The battle continues until its end, one way or another." Then she yells, "CRUSADER'S CRESCENT!" and swings the Sacred Scepter in an arc. A large, crescent moon-shaped 'blade' of glowing, ephemereal white magic flies from the Scepter! And then Paladin swings it again, and again, and again. Faora is taking care of the threat of the huge airship thing that caused the avalanche, she assumes. So she focuses single-mindedly on destroying the enemy before her. These crescents can ordinarily slice through almost anything they touch. How will they fare against Elasaid's defenses!? And how much longer can Paladin hold out!? 

:'''{{#var:150|Hayate Yagami (150)}} has posed:'''     < LIMITER RELEASED >     "Rein, please!"     Hayate gets a bit of a dye job, turning blonde as she dials from her usual A rating clear up to SS. The letters don't mean much to anyone except the TSAB environmental impact paperwork processors, whose supraluminal office chatter already has them clenching their bottoms in worry.     "Attention all non-Union-aligned elements in this area!" Her voice booms out over the Wolfram's loudspeakers, "This area has been declared a Secure Area and access is restricted. Please cease your activities immediately and depart the area, or it will be necessary to conduct you to the nearest Union facility for questioning. This can be accomplished from a dist-OW"     Huge rock! Where did that rock come from? There's a dent now where it had bounced off of Hayate's hat, soundly thumping the head underneath it, and it proceeded to put another small dent in the paint on the Wolfram as it clatters past. Rubbing her head, Hayate clears her throat and resumes. "This can be accomplished from a distance, but there will be regrettable collateral damage. Appropriate notification to next-of-kin will be performed! You have... thirty seconds, so please help!" 

:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:'''     Even if Faora had a pithy remark to make in respones to Hayate's ultimatum, she couldn't find the will to make it. The barrage hurt, and shattered her armor, leaving a ragged-looking undersuit as she wobbles to her feet, bits and pieces of the wrecked armor falling off of her. The forcefield that holds in the atmosphere is flickering and sputtering, and then gives up the ghost.     Her vision swims, ranging from normal light to UV, showing the internal compositions of things superimposed over their solid surface. Add to that a riot of color and spots swimming before her eyes from the explosions she took direct hits from. And then there's the auditory issues too. There's too much sound everywhere, from the distant but close thrum of the Wolfram's engines to the extremely LOUD BREATHING of Elasaid and Princess Paladin 'nearby'. She thinks, for a moment, that she can even hear the earth groan beneath her feet as it shifts and moves from the countless tons of rock above it.     Once upon a time, she had heard about a group of laborers who took psychotropic drugs because they enjoyed the strange sensations they produced on the mind. The hallucinations had been described as vivid; hearing and seeing things that one normally couldn't see. She imagines, now, this is how they must have felt, and the one-two punch of an alien atmosphere and getting her bell rung by artillery shells keeps her from doing anything effective for now.     She focuses on trying to get things under control. 

:'''{{#var:359|Elasaid Hood (359)}} has posed:'''     Elasaid once more brings her arms up, forming that bright blue-white directional field to intercept the incoming attack from Paladin. The first strike shatters some of the field, though the others, in that way that spinning attacks usually do, don't strike the same spot, giving it time to recover. One even goes wild and spirals off into the distance. However, once the 'bubble' returns from the directional field, there's a big gaping hole in it that's very slowly closing, refilling with whatever power the woman wields. "Surrender? No. But if you really just want to use this place, we could form an agreement with you instead." she replies evenly, before bringing her left arm up, fist clenched as two ports open in her bra chx"><Firing Solution acquired.> <Fire one! Fire Two!>     The internal commands are silent, as is the release of two near-invisible pulses of explosive magic. They're slow moving, but should they hit, would be devastating.     Faora seems to be out of the fight, so Elasaid's threat assessment places her on a much lower priority, perhaps a mistake. 

:'''{{#var:589|Princess Paladin (589)}} has posed:''' Paladin is torn. On the one hand, her mission is, without exception, to reach the Caverns and make use of them. Any means necessary to achieve this will be employed, and she is 100% committed to this task. She has no doubts about this. But she also acknowledges she has allies to protect. Ultimately, however... The ally is not part of the mission. As she is blasted by torpedos, suffering more damage, she rises again, slowly, dramatically, her body not heeding the severe pain she is actually feeling, the true damage done, making her seem very determined and resilient. She has never been hurt this badly in a fight. Ever. Princess Paladin does not know how much more she can take. But she raises her Sacred Scepter above her head. It extends by about a foot, and magic energy gathers from it in great intensity, making any unmelted snow around her rise into the air. A pair of angel-like wings extend from the sides. Then she calls out, "Watch in awe! Heavenly Glory!" An eruption of magical energy blasts from the Scepter...! When the light fades, Paladin appears to be in much better condition. Even in places where her outfit was torn or her armor dented, the material has been repaired. "Cease attacking me, and I will consider this agreement. I do not see any reason to seek conflict if it can be avoided. It is only the Caverns that I must reach." 

:'''{{#var:150|Hayate Yagami (150)}} has posed:'''     "A Union-affiliated representative will be with you shortly to help you fill out your visitation registration. Until then, please stand by warmly. If you need medical attention, registration paperwork will also be available with this representative." Hayate leafs quickly through the announcement from the SOP book, her reading lit by the backglow of her readied spell. That reminds her and she finally dissipates it, breathing a sigh of relief that she wouldn't have to fill out an environmental impact statement after all.     "Wolfram, proceed to the Caverns, please!" 

:'''{{#var:359|Elasaid Hood (359)}} has posed:'''     Elasaid nods to Paladin. "Of course." she does, however, pointedly eject the 'spent casings' from her turrets, letting them thunk into the remaining snow before they evaporate into blue-white mana motes. The turrets cycle with a resonant KLACK-KLANK. "See to your ally, then we will process your visitation request. Since you only seem to be incidentally in the area, I'm sure our Command will grant the request." states the Maiden, stepping up along the path to meet the Wolfram. "Underway to rendezvous coordinates now, Wolfram." 

:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:'''     The kryptonian soldier looks blearily at the incoming ship, trying to focus her eyes on it. Such a wealth of information she sees! The locations of the crew, the energy conduits, the engines, the person on top who looks like like she should really be in a training creche. But she has been humiliated, embarassed, and Faora is trying to choke down her own rage and bile and get herself together enough to retreat. Veins of darkness begin to appear around her eyes, which flare briefly with intense heat. Likely it registers on the ship's sensors as an insane amount of heat from that one spot on the mountain.     But heat beams from the eyes drain a kryptonian's energy reserves like no other power they possess. Faora is not in the best of shape either, and instead of her eyes erupting with beams of white hot rage that can bring down buildings, she passes out, slumping to the ground with a heavy thump. 

:'''{{#var:589|Princess Paladin (589)}} has posed:''' "Certainly. It would be an act of good faith both for him and for you." Paladin turns to Raora as she passes out, feeling some of the heat she is emanating just before, and prepares to help her off the mountain. She has the strength and speed for that at least. She may need to provide more healing along the way or upon reaching the bottom, but she will definitely be back as soon as possible. She can't go back to being Miko Fujimoto until her mission is completed. She isn't allowed. There were a lot of firsts in this battle. First time being shot with cannons. First time being attacked by an airship. First time getting severely injured while in the form of Princess Paladin. First time realizing that has much power she gains in this form, she is very much a slave to that power. She used to think that was okay, because it let her do so much she could not... Let her be someone free and able to choose her destiny no matter what anyone else says. She is not so sure anymore. What kind of freedom takes away the ability to change your mind? 

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:'''     Approximately twenty thousand years ago...     The ship streaks through the sky of a primitive world, giving pause to the creatures that see the fire and flames lancing across the darkness of a new moon night. Across the broken landscape of arctic ice and frigid plains the black ship skids, leaving a wake of steam and blackened smoke, coming to a rest in some god-forsaken place in the world's arctic circle.     And now...     The cold and silent tomb has been partially unearthed by Winter Survey Team Bravo Nine with lasers, the nose sticking out of the ancient ice. The ship seems to have resisted the ravages of the intervening millenia, with only scratches on its hull from its violent re-entry noticable against the glossy black curves. The survey team is protected from the cold by hostile environment suits, looking like four-limbed bipedal bugs instead of people, and they are packing their equipment up in preparation for moving to something resembling a safe distance away. For this ship is a rather large unknown. 

:'''{{#var:541|Marrik (541)}} has posed:''' Marrik rode out of the nearest portal. Stopped. Immediately turned his motorcycle around, and left. Some time later he rode back through wearing a red oni mask streaked with yellow and a knit cap over his head along with a pair of knit gloves. Other than that he was dressed as he always was. His bike did not like the weather. This wasn't some machine spirit or AI. His bike simply didn't work well when it was cold enough for it to not matter what temperature scale you were using. Still, it got him to the site Bravo Nine had established and after dropping it off to wait for him in one of their relatively warm equipment tents he approached the craft on foot while extending his arcane sight out. "Hello?" Whispers of power went out with his voice to try getting the attention of any lingering ghosts. He was not compelling, just giving them a thing to turn attention to. Whistle before he called out again. "Anyone home?" 

:'''{{#var:365|Procyana (365)}} has posed:'''     Weird alien craft stuck in the ice for millions of years really wasn't her typical scene, but hey they need people to come check it out. Make sure there's no aliens still creeping around the insides or some other sci-fi cliche like that. Whatever the reason didn't really matter, Procyana was bored and that was reason enough for her.     A brief rooster tailing of snow follows in the wake of her pulling up on her hoverbike, leaving a bit of white clouds wisping about even as she stops and swings her legs over to dismount. "Yeesh, it -is- cold out here. And I'm the one with the built in fur coat." Sarcasm aside she pulls her jacket closed and zips it up, triggering it expanding into a full body covering catsuit. You'd think that wasn't much warmer with how form fitting it is, but it does have some environmental comfort controls intergrated into it. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa got a call from Marrik and was a bit shocked but she wasn't going to complain about work, also? Some of her employees namely XCOM might be interestd to hear what she might find here. She had no intents ot back stab the union and she seems oddly unbothered by the cold though she's dressed for it. "I see and it could be worse... right?" 

:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:'''     John Walker greets Procyana, Marrik, and Kotone. "Hey, thanks for coming. I'd shake your hands but I don't think any of you would appreciate a sub-zero metal gauntlet. Heh heh. Sorry, a little bit of icy humor." He glances back and forth between the three with the visored helmet.     "Right, cut to the chase, John, I hear you saying." He sighs. "Well. Follow me then." He says as he starts lumbering through the ice and snow towards the ship. "We think we found the airlock and figured you guys would want it excavated, soo...."     The man gestures to what appears to be a largish panel in the bottom of the nose of the beetle-ish ship. "I'm pretty sure that's a cargo ramp. We couldn't see any way to get in, but this tech's weird. It came up on our sensors as 'rock'." Walker glances at the assembled folks. "Well, this is as far as I go. I'm just a guy, you know. Good luck!" And he tromps back towards the survey team. 

:'''{{#var:541|Marrik (541)}} has posed:''' Marrik saluted John and smiked behind his mask. The man understood his limits, and no matter if he aspired to pass them or not it was good to know when you were outmatched since it meant you had a better chance to survive. He frowned at the ship before putting his gloved hand on the hull. "Hey either of you think you can get the door open? I might could decay a hole through, but I don't think this thing will like if we start chipping holes through." A soft chuckle before he tried to extend his magic through to see if anything was home. Even a dessicated corpse would work, but a real spirit would be better since he could do more than puppet and hope. 

:'''{{#var:365|Procyana (365)}} has posed:'''     "Hey at least you're not giving us the cold shoulder," Procyana retorts with a wink, returning one icy joke for another. Then hmms at the ship. "Definately not a style of tech I've seen, but considering how big the Multiverse is..." She shrugs a little at that and holds up her left arm in front of her. The right hand taps the bracer to slide open a panel shielding the microcomputer controls within the device. "Two steps ahead of you there. Breaking into things is kinda part of my job after all." She activates the system that scans for access controls to try and open the hatchway without having to get, shall we say, forceful. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa says "I haven't seen anything like it either and no I'm not going to plug my brain into this if I can help it." She notes she checks her gear and doesn't seem to be bothered by the guy's comments. "You hear anything strange? Get out of here, got it?" She notes to john as she moves to follow the other two in. 

:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:'''     A corpse inside the ship rises, wearing a familiar black undersuit as it creaks to its feet, showing the bizarrely organic and curved interior of the ship to Marrik. The place is more silent than a tomb, only the scraping of mummified feet breaking the silence. It moves for a few minutes through the ship, slowly. A hum starts, getting louder, and then the corpse is torn apart by /something/ with strong metal-like tendrils, the last thing the head sees is an egg-shaped object with a pool of hexagonal beads hovering over the corpse for a moment before it wanders off.     The ship's computer system seems to be still working after all this time, with queries for command keys and identification flying back at Procyana's wrist computer in weird encryption codes. A blocky Tolkien-esque script flows across the display, translated by the Multiverse for Procyana, which says simply 'Command key?' 

:'''{{#var:365|Procyana (365)}} has posed:''' Procyana glances back to the terminal in her bracer when it beeps at her for a command. "Well well, looks like the computer is still up and running... Crap, still looking for a command key." She sticks the tip of her tongue out of the corner of her mouth thoughtfully as she inputs a few more commands, trying to decode the key its looking for, or for a means to bypass it. 

:'''{{#var:541|Marrik (541)}} has posed:''' That... was not good. Marrik frowned as he tried to find another proxy. "Either defense systems are still active in there and it didn't recognize whoever I tried to make move, or whatever made the ship crash is still in there." His tone was distracted, as if his attention was mostly elsewhere. "Someone call Bravo tell them to clear back to camp if anyone's still on site." His left hand stayed pressed against the hull as his right made more small motions with wrist and fingers. 

:'''{{#var:365|Procyana (365)}} has posed:''' Procyana hehs softly as she works. "Sounds like they did the smart thing to stay back and leave this to us... and good to know. I won't just open the thing up randomly." 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa picks up the wireless signals she looks sense there is an active computer for this.. "Humm there is a computer it's active how could something be active are builing idle so long anything I know of would be usless after a year or so in ice..." She tils her head a to the other two and seems to be curious. "Good idea there." She's about as reasy as she's ever going to be. 

:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:''' After a few minutes, Procyana's computer manages to enact a command key, which is an odd thing. It is a combination of authorization code and sensor, showing the system where Procyana is and transmitting a Identify Friend or Foe signal to the ship. Normally one would assume that trying to crack such a sophisticated system would result in a lock out, but something else might be going on here based on Marrik's antics with the corpses. The cargo hatch hisses as it cycles, and opens with a slow smooth motion, with small red warning lights blinking to warn people to step back. Apparently die-cast construction was the standard for Kryptonians all those years ago. The ship's lights come alive, revealing the interior as a sterile colorless place with disturbingly organic curves and decor. But the interior doesn't overwhelm with detail; there's a kind of utilitarian look to the place even though it looks like it might be alive. The place has a satin luster to it, like semi-polished stone and metal make up the material of the ship.     There are other corpses, but for Marrik's purposes they're useless; being in pieces, heavily damaged, or pinned by wreckage and debris. There's a medical bay, where the view is one pinned by an operating table. Another has a view of nothing but ice, impaled through the head by spalled metal. One by one, Marrik pieces together that something terrible happened. Left-over impressions from the souls of the dead Kryptonians tell Marrik that there was a battle in orbit against an unexpected enemy. Panic, bravery, and desperation color the impressions. 

:'''{{#var:365|Procyana (365)}} has posed:''' "Okay got it," Procyana warns her companions when the code finagling works and the hatchway starts to cycle then opening. She keeps the microcomputer open, using her other hand to grab one of the blasters from her hip holster and pull it free. It just might be warrented consider the scene of carnage they're greeted by. The spycoon's nose wrinkles slightly. She's got no problem with seeing blood and death to be sure, but this was pretty savage and brutal looking. "Well, I think we bloody well know why it crashed down," she retorts, then glances back at her wrist when the computer bleeps at her. "Huh, -now- its sending a distress call." 

:'''{{#var:541|Marrik (541)}} has posed:''' Marrik stood there shaking as the tapestry of fragments hit the net he cast. A ship. A battle. Loss. Pain. Couldn't stop. Couldn't His eyes were closed so did not see what his two companions were up to. Echoes screamed, cried, whispered, and a thousand fleeting moments over and over again. It wasn't a large crew, but even the strongest spirit left unanchored ends up turning to little more than an echo that repeated over. And over. And Over. "ENOUGH!" Marrik pulled his hand away before assuming a wide stance and went through a series of arm motions that, if he were fighting a physical opponent, would break contact and push whatever was in front of him away. "Be silent," He commanded. "Rest." His hands were flat and palm down while lowering as the command was given. "Your time is done. Sleep now." 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa is wtching as the computer boots up but she looks about at the place and she cringes at this place and Marril's powers do make her cringe and she can't quite hide it. She heard about people zombie dead full cons sure but she can understand /how/ that was done this is an a whole other level ads she starts looking for somethins he can be useful on mayne htere's some tech or somerthing else... 

:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:'''     The crash scattered things around the interior. Among the things scattered around the cargo bay are; Armored suits with no helmets, strange loops that look like they're meant to sit around the shoulders, insectile-looking rifles and pistols, small bearing-like hexagonal metallic pieces, egg-shaped pods lying broken and with a few of the weird bearings around them. There is the corpse that Marrik initially tried to control, a dismembered mummy with the tattered remains of a strange unitard-like suit and a shield on the chest with a symbol in the shape of a backwards 'C' on it. 

:'''{{#var:541|Marrik (541)}} has posed:''' Marrik finally manages to get the looped echos to shut up before heading inside. "Uh huh." A doll sized pixie bundled up to the point of looking like a red marshmallow of winter clothes floating on dragonfly wings flew out of his coat pocket to look about. "Recording." As for himself Marrik stopped at the suits and frowned. "Hey think any of this is safe to touch?" 

:'''{{#var:365|Procyana (365)}} has posed:''' "I'm guessing the ship crashed before the computer could signal for help before." Procyana shrugs her shoulders a bit. Just to be on the safe side she draws her second blaster. We've seen enough sci-fi horror movies to know there's high potential for something else to still be lurking around here. As they walk past the corpse on the floor she pauses though, crouching down part way to peer at it. "Y'know." She gestures at the emblem on the chest with the muzzle of one gun. "I feel like I've seen that somewhere before. Not exactly the same, but similar. But I can't quite put my finger on it..." 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa looks about the armored suits she pause for a moment and they get her intrtes they could be of use to XCOM's armor dev the more she thinks about t but the coprses and such have left her nervouys. She's still looking about for computer systems or tech. "In my experiance you need to be careful trust me on this and looks like this place went down hard as for me I never seen anything like this before." 

:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:'''     The armors seem incomplete, lacking a foundational garment. The tech is pretty alien by most measurements, even if the devices themselves look familiar but different. There's only so many variations one can make on tools designed for a human form. The necromancer manages to stuff one of the armors into his bag, though it is fairly bulky.     The lights flicker, accompanying an interruption in the distress signal. These flickers and interruptions will only get worse over time, eventually stopping when the power supply /finally/ gives out.     The ship is only the size of a large house, and there are two decks that the party can tell. The cargo bay seems to take up most of the lower deck, and the rear part was likely. Well, there's no telling what it was because it seems to have been the section that was gutted by explosions and damage. Now the section is blocked off by the ice. Marrik would know that it was engineering, and it was destroyed by whatever enemy shot the scout ship.     Our two tech-savvy heroes get the strangest sense that something is /watching/ them when the power is on. Movement is being tracked by the computer. A low grade hum is audible and growing louder. 

:'''{{#var:365|Procyana (365)}} has posed:''' "Hard and fast," Procyana agrees as she gets back to her feet, glancing around. "I ain't one to scare, but there's something definately creepy and wrong about all this. Bloody hell wrong." She glances at her wrist comp as the lights flicker in and out again. "We better hurry. Dunno how much longer this things ailing power supply is going to last." She turns to the other two. "Do we want to risk exploring farther? Or maybe wait for a proper sized salvage op." 

:'''{{#var:541|Marrik (541)}} has posed:''' Marrik grunted to Kotone as he pulled a dufflebag out of his pocket and undid the end. Armor was heavy and bulky; so he simply slipped the bag over and would try to wriggle it over and down until the suit would disappear in bagspace. After eventually wrestling one suit in he grabbed a couple guns and tossed them in, followed by that egg shaped drone before looking around. "What? I wanted to have something to show for this in case we have to make a run for it." Adventuring Rule 5: Always loot when you can in case you don't have later. Loot gotten he quickly caught up to the other two. He frowned at the ice and reached out to touch it, "Engineering." His movements were slow and confused as he tried to sift through what the chaos of echos told him until he heard the hum. Instantly he pulled every ounce of mana in that he could before shouting, "INTERNAL DEFENSES!" Franticly he looked about, trying to spot where the drone was going to come from. His body was tense in spite of training to remain loose. It felt both familiar and alien to him and it was playing merry hell with his instincts. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa pauses fopr a moment anf shives her networks into Autistic mode. YA being watgched and an alien computer is not a good mix. She likes her brain the way it is, she really does. She is interested in the armour it's clear but she pause for a moment as she gets the idea there's interal defences she reach for an pistol for those with experiance with XCOM would knwo it's one of thier. She says something unkind in Japanese and well she seems ready. 

:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:'''     The drone comes floating down a hallway, going straight for Marrik with limbs formed for the strange metal beads, the manipulators forming sharp edges from the programmable matter. While normally these things have little energy weapons, this one seems to have sustained some damage, missing a few things that the trio would have seen on the drones scattered about. The flailing limbs go after the lone human of the bunch, since Kotone is considered to be an AI under Procyana's control and Procyana has a command key active to protect her. There is /that/ moment of adrenaline surging, the sense of time moving so slowly... 

:'''{{#var:541|Marrik (541)}} has posed:''' Marrik took a deep breath and waited for the drone to close. Small motion of his hands before his left hand flashed out, knuckles bent and palm flat. Force would project out from his knuckle at the drone, followed by a second knife hand to try disintegrating whatever the drone was made of. 

:'''{{#var:365|Procyana (365)}} has posed:''' Before Marrik even finishes shouting that Procyana snaps reflexively into ready mode. Tail flares out behind her for balance as her ears perk and the luminence of her eyes increases slightly as all her targetting wireware bings to full activity. And then she's gone?! More accurately she slipped into stealth mode, which combined with the drone apparently not regarding her as a threat thanks to her computer being the one that input commands earlier, gives her an ample chance to move into a better position as the drone moves into the room and goes after Marrik. Which would be when she flickers back into view behind it, becoming visible just as she's spinning her blasters in her hands as she swings her arms out in front of herself. Tail coiled and leaning back slightly to brace herself as she grips the guns and unleashes a double blast of high intensity laser rays from the thermal disruptors. 

:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:'''     The kryptonian drone is destroyed by a one-two punch of magic and technology, sparks exploding from the point where the blows contact it. The geolithic programmable matter that forms its tentacles fall to pieces and scatter across the floor. Watch your step. In Marrik's spirit sight, a simplistic soul wanders off from the dead machine, indicating it was sentient on some rudimentary level, like a dog's soul. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa is unaware of how the drone is classing her, she would be very insulted if she knew. However she do3e snot she pause as Procyana And she blinkg heuh optical cloak of osme sort she keep her pistol ready as she move in getting ready to tackle Marrik out of the way shich she now attempts to do. 

:'''{{#var:541|Marrik (541)}} has posed:''' Marrik blinked as a genuine soul left the drone body and reached out to grab it in fine threads of power. Another motion brought it to him. "Hello." He fed power into the poor thing so others could see. "We came because we found you here." No matter how simplistic the being it was no harm to him now and he attempted to be gentle. "We don't want to hurt anything here, and would like to repair this place. Can you help us get through?" Visualize a man talking to a dog he's talking soft to after having had to swat it with a newspaper and you'd come close to Marrik's attitude right now. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa just pauses there at Marrik with the spirit she stares wondering what in the name of God is going on here that thing had a Ghost? Wait what? She justkinda got this what hte heck look as she gets back up shaking her head. "Huh... so optic camo huh?" 

:'''{{#var:365|Procyana (365)}} has posed:''' "Thing must of had its own power source if it's still functioning while the rest of the place is drying up." Procyana hmms. She glances back at Marrik for a moment as he's rambling a bit, but then just rolls her shoulders. Not the strangest thing she's ever seen. "Yeah. A bit of electronics scrambling too," she replies to Kotone as she holsters one gun and brings up her microcomputer armband as she starts walking. "Com'n, lets check the rest of this thing out before anything else wanders in thinking it needs to protect it from threats that hopefully aren't here anymore." 

:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:'''     The bridge is a warzone. It appears that the ship had been boarded by another species. The kryptonians fought hard, apparently empowered by the system's sun, for there are signs of superhuman strength and endurance at play here, with the impressions of fists in the walls and massive scrapes and scratches where the combatants had smashed and drug each other around. Melted equipment and bulkheads from the kryptonian pistols dot the room, the metal-stone viewscreen decorated by a riot of these. Among the corpses here are some that are not nearly as human, resembling insectile humanoid things with pale skin and exoskeletons. Many of them have caved in heads or chests, missing limbs, plasma burns, and other signs of violence. They must have been near equal to the defenders though, for the kryptonian corpses boast similar injuries; even scorch marks despite no indication of the intruders having energy weapons of their own.     It seems the corpse that Marrik raised was sitting in the command chair when he raised it, a dark stain and lack of dust on it telling as much as the scene of carnage around it. On the floor near the chair is a small obsidian spike, having fell out of its owner's hand when they finally passed on. 

:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:'''     There are more shield-like emblems that would have gone on the front of the suits, and the instrumentation (what is left of it) is written in a script similar to these symbols. 

:'''{{#var:365|Procyana (365)}} has posed:''' Procyana lets out a sharp whistle. "Now this is pretty nasty looking." She walks over to give one of the less human corpses a shove with her boot to roll it over so she can see the face or whatever passes for such. "Nope, never seen these aliens before either. But it looks like they really trashed the place." 

:'''{{#var:541|Marrik (541)}} has posed:''' Marrik took a deep breath before casting his magic out. If the drone had a soul maybe- "Hello?" His left hand pointed to the spike when he noticed it even as hr paced about. "Is anyone still here? We mean you no harm." More looking about before he let the drone's ghost go. It would fade within the hour if it didn't immediately break apart. "We found this craft broken, empty. It's been here a long time." His voice was soft even as he looked down at the insectoid creatures. "If there is anything intelligent here, please answer. Scan us if you will and see we are not as your attackers." 

:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:'''     The drone ghost floats over to the small obsidian object and tries to grasp it, but of course... it is immaterial. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa pauses for a moment looking at the corpses "I know some people who9 might be able to take a look in there..." She head over to the objec t the drone tried to pick up and goes to see just what it is. 

:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:'''     The corpse that Procyana shoves looses an arm from the motion and 20,000 years of decay, revealing a forearm that seems like it was in the middle of changing into a wicked slashing blade when its owner's chest was venilated with a hole. The head seems determined to remain attached, a dull reflection of the light from the clear red exoskeleton covering the eyes casting an eerie red glow over Procyana's face. Kotone sees a small rod-like object that seems to be made out of some kind of stone (much like every other piece of technology seen on this ship), with one end carved to resemble a shield emblem much like the one found on the corpse that Marrik animated. The other end seems to end in a strange arrangement of prongs. The thing registers a faint heat signal, likely a weak internal power source. 

:'''{{#var:365|Procyana (365)}} has posed:''' Okay, the bodies are still decaying despite being closed up in the ship so long. Better not touch anything they don't need to. But it does reveal something rather interesting, to quick Procyana crouchs down again for a closer look. "That explains why none of these are carrying weapons. Looks like they can morph their own out of their bodies." 

:'''{{#var:541|Marrik (541)}} has posed:''' Marrik nodded even as he dispelled the magic holding the ghost drone together. "Either of you have any idea what I should be doing?" He'd put a call out to see if whatever passed for a primary being on this ship to wake up but who knew if it still had any life given engineering was a wreck. "I guess we could go by medical and try picking a few things up for your people Kotone." He seemed content with pacing and looking around. Maybe this was what mundanes felt like when he did magic? 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa pause as she takes a look at this for a moment she looks the item she hum for a moment tying to get an idea bout this thing she pauses at the heat source likely due to piwer. "Hummm this is curious Miss can you come take a look at this this looks like some ort of control unit or something but I'm not sure turning on my personal wire... hold on I got an idea." She pauses reaches into her pack anbd pulls out an odd thing a collar which seme to slot into part of her neck, it's a dummy barrier a secureity meaure that will take the hit from malicious hacks for the most part and at that point she returns to normal operations mode leaving autistic mode. 

:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:'''     THe key doesn't do anything in Kotone's port. It isn't configured like anything known to Kotone, nor is is a common kind of connector. It does have a specific kind of shape though...     The lights flicker a few times, then cut off. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa starts looking around for antthing that might fit the key and she wonders she tenatively pokes at it. "Hummmmm" 

:'''{{#var:365|Procyana (365)}} has posed:''' Procyana cusses under her breath as the lights flicker out again. Not that it really matters, she can see in the dark, after all. But it does make searching for anything rather difficult. "Taking a shot in the dark here, but that thing might be something akin to a key... but if there ain't gonna be much power left we can't really do much with it." 

:'''{{#var:541|Marrik (541)}} has posed:''' Marrik frowned. "Check the chair. Arm rests, that's where the guy that had it was sitting." It was a long shot, and the adrinaline was wearing off. This was not a good place and he was feeling increasingly useless. No life, no plants. Not even the dead. just corpses. 

:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:'''     There is a podium in front of the chair, with a small hole in it that the key looks like it'd fit into, but it's unknown if it will work now that the power is out for good.     The insectoid's carapaces glow in the dark, in strange and colorful patterns, each distinct from the other. More disconcertingly, the clear red exoskeletons over where the eyes would go... glow a dull red. There is no imminent danger of skeletal bug people rising up and giving the party a hard time, but... 

:'''{{#var:541|Marrik (541)}} has posed:''' Marrik took a deep breath as he widened his stance. As his hands and arms move magic went out to probe one of these insectoid crestures. If they were metalic maybe he could destroy them. If they were organic maybe he could put them under his sway. While Marrik moved Sparks flew for the exit to send warning to Bravo what was going on and hey get guns and stuff out. Oh and the dufflebag? Still at the air lock waiting for pickup. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa says "Humm what if we used the wrecked dron unit's power supply we might be able to get something working here, right?" She seems pleased with her self as she heads for the wreck keeping the key in a pocket. 

:'''{{#var:365|Procyana (365)}} has posed:''' "Uh?" Procyana glances in the direction of glowing bug bodies. "Guys, I get the distinct feeling that it being dark in here is -bad-." Hey, can't be too careful in these sort of situations. Then someone else comes up with an idea. "Okay, that's good. Find something we can hook it up to then." With that she sprints back to the cargo hold to find the power supply to that drone. 

:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:'''     The eerie phosphorescent glow of the bugs will fade over time as the trio works, but they do not move or show signs of reanimation. The drone seems to have had its power supply cut off to its main guts, which is why it stopped working so suddenly. Procyana notices a small hole in the back of the drone as well, which might be a key hole as well. 

:'''{{#var:541|Marrik (541)}} has posed:''' Because Marrik is feeling extra paranoid he's decaying all but two of the bugs. Why? Because they're doing stuff and corpses doing things are bad. Trust the necromancer here. "I'm voting to hold on moving these guys. I might could make the corpses hold together for transport and study, but I dunno." He sounds somewhat creeped out at the idea himself. From his coat he pulled a couple flashlights and offered one while turning the other on. 

:'''{{#var:365|Procyana (365)}} has posed:''' Huh. So maybe that 'key' controlled more than just the ship.... But more of that for later. Since it's already severed it's easier to remove the power core, and heads back to the others. "Hey guys, the drone had one of those holes in it too. I think that thing might be a key to more than just the ship." She sets the power core down by the chair and podium. "But I don't think the drone would help much." 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa is thinking "I want to see if we can get the contgrols powere up so we can see what this key spioke does. I also agree Marrik we should leave them were they lay or perhaps w should hole odf on the key humm ya the drone's toast. So the controls it is. 

:'''{{#var:365|Procyana (365)}} has posed:''' Procyana says, "If we get the controls working we can at least get it stable for an actual reclaimation crew to come, prehaps." 

:'''{{#var:524|General Zod (524)}} has posed:'''     The insectoids are quietly disintegrated by Marrik, with the exception of two of the corpses, leaving slightly glowing piles of dust that blow away at the slightest motion near them.     After some time spent figuring out the podium, finding something resembling power leads (the main hint being that one was red, one was black, and one was yellow) with some flashlight management from Marrik and helpful 'hints' by the drone ghost, the power supply gets hooked in. Kotone pushes the key in, causing a hologram to flicker to life.     It is a woman, sitting in the chair, with severe angular features and the strange 'C' crest across the chest of her undersuit. Her hair is matted with blood and may be blonde under the gore that covers it. She has a puncture wound in her right, what looks like a broken rib, is missing an eye from a really nasty-looking claw mark across her face, as well as many other injuries. The remains of one of those armors found in the cargo bay can be also seen. Though her breathing is labored, she manages to speak. "I am First Officer Lora-Zod. This is the final report for the... 'Move By Starlight'. We were ambushed by unknown aliens in orbit. The yellow sun helped us fight them. Rao's light!, they were /strong/. Captain Mon-El boarded their ship to mount a counter-assault. They shot out our engines and... we crashed. I am the only survivor, and there only a few hours air left. I am going to die, sleeping. Dreaming of Kandor's... towers. Peacefully." A painful smile forms on her lips. "Time to sleep. My friend." The hologram reaches forward and the screen cuts out. 

:'''{{#var:365|Procyana (365)}} has posed:''' Procyana oofs after the playback ends. "Well, now we know what actually happened...." She glances back at some of the bodies still laying around. "Does look like most of 'em went down fighting though. Guess she realized there was no one to actually come rescue them and.... eeeh." She shudders a bit, tail briefly frizzling. "Dying like that, asleep in the cold and alone, that's creepy even by my standards of not givin' a flip about death." 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa says "Mullated mangled and alone... I been there. Look we now know what happened maybe we can ID the species whom this came from they might know more I will say the Yellow Sun? She said it did something to them, odd." KOtone is thinking now her tech work is done and ponders. "This was a report to their superiors looks like they hoped that it would be found." 

:'''{{#var:541|Marrik (541)}} has posed:''' Marrik took a deep breath and sighed soft, "No words of mine can hallow your names more than your actions already have." He sounded tired from hearing that. "There is nothing more for us here." With that he made his way to the airlock. "Kotone, Bag by the door has a few things you might want. I'm going home." 

:'''{{#var:365|Procyana (365)}} has posed:''' "I swear I've heard that somewhere before too," Procyana replies with a nod. "Eh, I'll do a little research in the databases when we get back to HQ." She taps her wrist controls. "I've got a recording of this message too, just in case. I don't think there's really else we can do here. Other than getting an actual salvage team to come clean up." She waves vagely at the bodies. "Put these to a proper rest and salvage the ship." 

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Normally, Kari hangs out at her Master's apartment, but today she's helping around the R&D lab by carting materials back and forth. Not a job one associates with a tiny robot, but Kari has an anti-gravity cargo loader slaved to her drone controller. And so she's driving the cargo loader through the halls of the Citadel, sitting on top of the controls making VROOM VROOM sounds as it glides, a few cases of parts sitting on the flatbed. 

:'''{{#var:522|Gaius Van Baelsar (522)}} has posed:''' The Citadel-- a location that Gaius has yet to actually visit. After the events of a scout operation, he figured it be a good idea to check the main operations building of the organization that the Garlean Empire has aligned themselves with and are offering their own military power too. This was also allowing his men some time to stretch their legs and-- hopefully-- not get into trouble. The dark armored figure roams down the hall. Each foot step was precise and calm. There was no hesitation in the way that he walked and no sign of weakness in his steps. Any light that would move over the armor, seemed absorbed by the dark metal plating and only shimmed ever so slightly against the gold trim. The small orbs on the horns only moved ever so slightly to each of the steps taken. On his back was his personal Gunblade seeming attached to a part of his armor along the backside. Hanging almost effortlessly there with no scabbard to keep it in place. As he made the corner, his step of his boot came to a slight halt once it touched the ground and those seemingly void filled holes in the helmet he wore seem to look directly at the flatbed being operated by a very small machine. This caused his helm to tilt ever so slightly to one side. Perhaps either in observation of the technology or perhaps in being unsure how something so small could pilot something of that size. Yet with another step and easy motion to the side, he made sure to be clear of the flatbed itself. 

:'''{{#var:487|Vi'Sharra (487)}} has posed:'''     Vi'Sharra is also wandering the Citadel, though for an entirely different reason then Lord Van Baelsar; Hers has more to do with being partially lost, incredibly bored, and being less then amused by the lack of work at the moment.     But then of course, amusement presents itself in the form of dignified man in armor... ...Wearing dangly bits at the ends of his horns no less and so, she grabs a clipboard off of a pile of nearby boxes and begins stalking him. It doesn't take much effort to look like you belong in the Citadel afterall, just a bit of ID to indicate that you're not a dirty Unionite spy, and a determined sort of movement that says wordlessly, 'Yes. I Belong Here. And I'm Busy. Go Away.'.     Thus, after a bit of following an interesting encounter occurs. A doll, plugged into a flatbed loader, meets Mr. Platemail. This could be interesting. Or not. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:''' The flatbed comes to a stop as Kari spots the two new faces. The shinki looks at Gaius. She looks at Vi'Sharra. "Hi! I haven't met either of you before!" she says cheerily, waving at the two. "Hey, is that an inventory clipboard?" She says to Vi'Sharra, pointing. The shinki seems very animated and cheerful. 

:'''{{#var:522|Gaius Van Baelsar (522)}} has posed:''' Gaius was unaware he was being followed or if he was aware, he paid it no heed. The dark armored stared down at the small machine as it spoke in a female-isk voice. There was a long silence from armored figure as he continued to look at the shinki from where he stood. Though when the machine points at the direction of the mistress with a clipboard blending into the environment of workers, he only lowers his head ever so slightly. The six foot two figure then crosses his arms over his chest with simple ease, spite the armor and then nudges his helm toward the little machine with the flat bed; given that it seem the machine spoke to her about that very clipboard, on must assume the very question that comes present from his lips that has a slight reverb cast by the helm itself. "Is this machina one of your creations or the work of another whom is in this structure?" Once the question is asked, his gaze seems to fully return back to the little shinji. Giving it a look over from where it was connected and including the flatbed, attempting to see what it carries-- or lack there of. 

:'''{{#var:487|Vi'Sharra (487)}} has posed:'''     Golden brown eyes blink once in surprise at the Kari, usually technicians and support staff tend to blend into the background at the Citadel, before her lips curl into a grin, "Why yes! It is a clipboard." She glances at briefly, "I think it details something fascinating like the like quantity of plastic curls in each shipping container, and how sector-" She glances at it again, "33-VX-491-A-Delta-Roberts is running out of foam peanuts."     A shrug, as her body language changes completely from 'I belong in the background, don't pay attention to me' to 'I'm Important and I belong here.'. "Fascinating to someone I'm sure..." She tilts her head slightly regarding the shiki for a moment longer before Giaus speaks.     Her eyes then flick over to Gaius, "I'm afraid that only the Dwarves of my world work with creations like this." She smiles slightly and turns back to Kari, "This would be a Shiki, though I'm not familliar with her name." Her eyes refocus on Gaius, and she gives a graceful bow, "And I am Vi'Sharra, but," A pause, "Who might you be?" 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:''' Kari Wolf looks at the two folks talking, shuts off the loader so it gently sinks to the floor. Then the shinki hops down to the seat to just /watch/ the two interact. Since clearly they don't think she's a person, and people who underestimate shinki are funny to watch. Maybe she'll even get to taunt them about romantic entanglements in a bit. 

:'''{{#var:522|Gaius Van Baelsar (522)}} has posed:''' The dark armored figure watches the Shinki with some interest, but it is not kept there long as Vi'Sharra introduces herself to him. He watches her bow and then returns to bow in kind as he lowers his arms and places his hand easily across his midsection before he bows. "Imperial Legatus Gaius Van Baelsar. 'Tis a pleasure to meet you, ma'am Vi'sharra." He then fully stands back up as he speaks with a very calm, easy manner and smoothness to his movements. "Though I must confess that I have not heard of such a creature known as dwarves either. It will be something I will amend, now brought forth to my attention." Gaius looks at the Shinki who seems to be observing them for the time. "Curious creation. I do wonder why they would make it so small." Gaius the motions to the Shinki, "I know you speak, what is the name your creators given to you?" 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     The shinki hmms? "Oh, I thought you were trying to woo Miss Vi'sharra. My name is Kari Wolf, nice to meet you, Gaius Van Baelsar. Are you some kind of black knight with a dark and tragic past that means he can never love?" 

:'''{{#var:487|Vi'Sharra (487)}} has posed:'''     An eyebrow is raised slightly before she nods, "Lord Van Baelsear, of the Garlean Empire." After a moment she smiles, "A recent entry into the Confederacy." She pauses, "It's good to be able to put a face to the name." She grins slightly, "Or well. A helmet to the name."     Her eyes narrow slightly as she looks back to Kari, "Curious yes... Usually they introduce themselves." She agrees with Gaius, "She's not Fuki, I know her voice well enough at least." After a moment she shrugs, "The Dwarves of our world tend to be mechanists of various degrees of capability, though a Shiki's level of autonomy is a bit beyond them." 

:'''{{#var:522|Gaius Van Baelsar (522)}} has posed:''' When Vi'Sharra speaks, Gaius listens and gives a nod of his head to her explanation about the dwarf race. "Ah, I see. Much like the goblins of my own... though a beast man they may be.. and trouble at that.. crafty builders from what has been observed by my troops eyes." He does pause then crossing his arms over chest armor once more. "Though I would humbly suspect that you may not know what a Beast Men is, so my apologies on that, if it be true." Then when the Shiki speaks up, declaring itself as Kari Wolf. The dark armored figure looks to her, but when she continues to speak on her own assumptions of things, she is meet with deathly silence and perhaps an equal cold stare to match from those seemingly void eye-slits. There was a long silence before he returns his gaze to Vi'Sharra. "Quaint. Isn't it?" The dry sarcasm is heavy in his voice. Though as he stands there, there is a tilt of his head as he raises his hand up to up to the side of his helm. He seems to be listening to something before he taps his helm once more. "I am deeply sorry for the interruption, but a matter has presented itself. If you both do excuse me." He gives a polite nod and then walks past them both was an easy, but brisk stride heading back out once more. 

:'''{{#var:487|Vi'Sharra (487)}} has posed:'''     "Absolutely charming. I wonder if her master realizes that she's trying create problems for them?" Gaius is given another bow, "Lord Van Baelsar. Please let me know if I can be of service to the Garlean Empire." Kari Wolf is given another glance, this time a measuring one, as Gaius walks away, "I think perhaps you would do better to learn to read body language, then you would do to make assumptions."     With that she lightly flips the clipboard over onto the Shiki's flatbed, steps into a nearby shadow, and simply vanishes. 

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