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Powerpuff Girls	SUGAR, a white powder, SPITE, flakes of red pepper, AND GLITTERING LIGHTS, a string of holiday lights unchecked for operation and a tumble of glitter. THESE WERE THE INGREDIENTS CHOSEN TO CREATE THE PERFECT NORMAL-SIZED GIRL. . . BUT THEIR CREATOR ADDED AN EXTRA INGREDIENT TO THE CONCOCTION. . . Thus, Townsville gained a 'new hero', one familiar in shape to their other great protectors of technology. While her auspices as a native of California or Townsville were suspect, that never stopped people from Texas real or alleged from appearing in the Golden State! The Incredible Petra, a blonde-haired girl in jeans, stompy work boots, a black belt, a distressed t-shirt, and a puffy bomber jacket in browns trimmed in tan, with a black inner lining. The shoulder of her bomber jacket is adorned with an esoteric 'unit patch' which, upon inspection, is just a NASA Space Camp large round that had the 'SPACE CAMP' in gold thread carefully blacked out with a marker over the starfield around it). The day had gone a little something like this: Incredible Petra had slipped out of a McDonalds with her breakfast sandwich of the day, feeling like she had started her day right, sipped from the middlingly-acceptable McCafe double black coffee in her hand from the plastic-rim, and looked across the street to several green individuals of varying sizes approaching the TOWNS-VALLEY BANK loudly speaking about starting 'A bank run right here and now!'. Incredible Petra had sipped her coffee and watched as the GANGREEN GANG headed in to complete their desired transactions. By the time she was folding the wrapper, the hooting of the green men across the way had reached a fever pitch, and Ace Gangrene burst from the front double-door of the TVB with a thickset security officer hanging onto his leg. Triumphant, Ace Gangrene whoops as he wheelbarrows out a fluttering pile of cash, when-- BANG! Incredible Petra, across the street, holds her coffee in her right hand, and a modified Mauser C96 in the other, the barrel and feed replaced and reinforced for modern and incredible use! You see, because while she shoots an INCREDIBLY REAL GUN, what barks forth from the black-powder muzzle: Is a cleverly incredible gyrofoil, that slinky-smacks people with the force of a Powerpuff Punch! Laid out at the front door by the boomstick extended casually from across the street, Incredible Petra smirks triumphantly, dropping her elbow and bringing in her fist to blow the smoke off the barrel of her piece. Around the door, green heads peek out from various angles, including Snake Gangrene hissing from directly above the doorframe, like a weirdo. "Ahhh, Ace, this doesn't look as easssy as a with-drawl."
Powerpuff Girls	MEANWHILE: PRINCESS MORBUCKS, the President of Princess Capital, was having a truly terrible day. Princess Capital was the number one venture capital firm in the world, having secretly invested in multiple technologies that allowed them the power of FULLY LEGAL TRADING and NORMAL AMOUNTS OF CORRUPTION to attain functionally infinite wealth and outfit the Princess-President and her private army of advanced robotic henchmen with the latest marvels of super-warfare. Unfortunately, due to some LESS THAN FULLY LEGAL activities at the TVB, she also was there to make a withdrawl. And the Gangreen Gang had smashed both of her goons on their way to heist the place. "I'm insured." Princess mutters, dark and brooding. Her two bomb-bob poufs of dark red hair hang with frizzles and falls flank a mildly severe freckled face, a dark business pantsuit in golden yellow with black shoes, socks, and low-neck top. A large ruby pendant hangs off a gold chain around her neck, featuring a museum-grade fist-sized gemstone cut for luster and shine. The gemstone reflects the bright, open, welcoming internal lighting tuned to halogen white and Apple iDiot Bar corporate contour. President Princess's eyes reflect the muted fury of someone who had people to eradicate the life's work of those that offended her casually on the street. "The FDIC will cover this." She repeats to herself, like a mantra, before she hears a gunshot. "... What?" Twitches Princess, who had already been fantasizing about saving the day to look good in front of Blossom. MEANWHILE: The POWERPUFF GIRLS are in TAHOE with the Professor, for a camping trip! Blossom left a note in her text messages with Brick: Try not to let the town burn down while we're gone. I'll still pick up if the mayor calls, but sometimes he doesn't. MEANWHILE: Incredible Petra twirls her C96, slides it into an under-arm holster, and wanders off down the street to finish her coffee as the Townsville PD swarms the bank, and the Gangreen Gang.
Powerpuff Girls	LATER THAT DAY: Incredible Petra walks down the wide double-wide sidewalk besides the road of El Camino, four lanes split down the middle with a concrete divider with business on either side and a crosswalk set every block with thick white lined dividers and well-painted roads. Drinking from an In-N-Out milkshake in a paper cup and having added a pair of police-grade aviator sunglasses to her face, which overtake onto her cheeks and sides but she still thinks makes her look cool, Petra waits at a cross-walk. Down the lane, she sees the swerve of a sleek white car, and hears a screech of tired and accelleration from an eerie quiet - a dangerous Electric Vehicle! Automatically driving, seized by a machine intelligence and speeding towards the crosswalk, where a child idles and blubbers over wishing for a drink, a toy, or in the alternative, a complete mental breakdown in the middle of traffic. The vehicle, sensing its ability to endanger a child perhaps, swerves on an intercept course. Only seconds remain. Incredible Petra, thinking fast, pulls down the left sleeve of her jacket, where a large silver watch with a mechanical watch-ring shell and a broad digital face that displays minute, second, and hour hands. Revealed to light, it shines, and the face toggles to a black standby screen with a flat green line across the surface. Lifting the watch close to her mouth, left arm across her front, Incredible Petra breathlessly commands: "Emergency approach." The little green bar across the standby screen of the watch wavers like an EKG or audial sensor, pings once, and holographically displays a rapidly depleting red ring in the air above the watch. Overhead, a whistle like artillery sounds. AT THAT SAME TIME: President Princess Morbucks had been following the upstart girl, the blonde, all afternoon. She was new, she was different: and she seemed to, thanks to the FULLY LEGAL information scraping network at her disposal, be a friend of the Powerpuff girls. A new Yellow Puff. And there was only one. There was only one POSSIBLE. There was only one Princess, and she was the Yellow. She and Blossom were besties! ((Ed. Note: They were frenemies at best. They do go to the same college, though, for some reason.)) However, seeing an electric vehicle hurtling towards a child provided yet another opportunity for her to show up the Incredible Petra and prove once, for all, and for Instagram, that Princess Morbucks was actually - really! - a Hero of Townsville, and not a Townsvillain. At the crosswalk, an incredible, thunderous crash sounds out, as a golden meteor SKRRR!-s into a tremendous falling object's path. Pavement goes everywhere. A child cries.
Powerpuff Girls	An electric vehicle finishes fishtailing between lanes, decelerates, and normally runs a red light past this buffoonery because an AI cannot evaluate the stupidity of supers as a road hazard, only a possible delay. It, like stoplights, are merely suggestions. Clashing, struggling, as Incredible Petra stands at the sidewalk and gapes, is an incredibly boxy robot - segmented like a plastic toy yet with the materials and design of a modern tank, with four bulky boxy legs and a large turret-mounted cannon, with red running-light optics all focused on the much smaller hand clashing it back. Princess Morbucks, who has traded her yellow and black pantsuit for a similarly swatched armor of matte black cloth and golden powersuit armor topped with a glowing-ruby'ed crown, grits her teeth and narrows her eyes. "Call off your robot, new girl! Take your space junk back to Southern California, where NASA is actually wanted!" Princess shouts, hauling off and punching the enormous unmanned robot with a gold-wrapped fist and sending it falling back across the road, tumbling and crashing into pavement before it reorients. Incredible Petra is incensed as well. "Hey! Hey!! I was saving a CHILD, piss off WHOREBUCKS!" She hoots, then claps both hands over her mouth at the naughty word. Morbucks nearly goes ballistic, screaming and turning about to lunge across the crosswalk at Incredible Petra. Petra, bringing her wristwatch back up, declares: "Remote operation!" and pulls her sunglasses off her face. A softlight earpiece and ocular display holographically appears over her eye, feeding her a sight from the robot that had been thrown back. Morbucks closes, and tries to swing. Incredible Petra ducks, rolls, and looks up, as the enormous boxy robot body-tackles the golden Princess and sends her smashing into the pavement once more. Princess Morbucks launches a Heavy Forceful 'Not the Children! Think Of The PR!' at Incredible Petra! She burns 25 Drive! Incredible Petra launches a Heavy Forceful 'Mark II: Remote Operation!' at Princess Morbucks! She burns 25 Drive!
Ishirou	Ishirou is coming out of a nearby mall.  "Wow...that was the worst pizza I ever had," he says, genuinely surprised at how bad it was.  "The toppings were overcooked, it tasted like as it sat in a sunlamp all day, the ingredients were obviously second rate...and despite sitting in a heated lamp all day was somehow /cold/ when eating it."   He says this as he takes a final sip of a paper cup, with SBARRO on it.  "Truly, the worst pizza chain to ever exist.  How are they still in buisness..?" CRASH. "Oh.  Someone should probably look into that.." he muses.  A pause, "It's me, isn't it...I should look into that..?  Siiiiiigh..." Moments later, the RESCUE unit is flying off towards the MECH BATTLE.  Also, he takes a moment to admire this battle.  "Oh right, should be stopping this.." Ishirou immediately attempts to fire two rockets, each one aiming to try and deliver a viral payload to each and attempt to slow down the action on both units.  "Hey, hello, excuse me!  Why are you having a robot battle in the middle of the road? Wait, Petra, why are /you/ here..?"
Rowdyruff Boys	EARLIER... "But why not?" Boomer whines, as he and his brothers float towards the source of the disturbance. "Why are you even fucking asking? Of the three of us, I'm the only one that isn't intimidated by the Professor. You're not going to get to do anything out there," Brick replies, gesticulating in the vague direction of Lake Tahoe as he touches down across the street from the bank. "There's not even a fight here, god damn it," Butch complains, touching down beside Brick and running a hand through his own hair in a gesture of unconscious frustration. "Also, not intimidated by that beanpole. I just play along." Brick folds his arms over his chest. "The Gangrene Gang aren't going to be burning the city down. We're not intervening on anything that insurance covers this thoroughly." "Is that Morbucks over there?" "There's nobody in the city who is MORE insured." "Fuck this, I'm fighting." "Buttercup will kill you." "God damn it, what the hell am I supposed to do during this patrol shit then?" "Wait until I tell you that something is considered an act of god." "The fuck does that have to do with anything?" "Acts of god aren't insurable, except in Wyoming." "Wait, who is that? With the movie prop gun." "The C96?" "The Star Wars gun, yeah." Brick issues a long-suffering sigh. "I don't know, but they're wearing it in an underarm holster so they're missing the point. Let's go." And so they do, disappearing into the sky in a trio of brilliant lights.     NOW... A blue light materializes over the site of the ongoing incident. Boomer presses a hand to his earpiece, << Hey, another one of those fucky electric vehicles caused a problem. Looks like Princess and C96 girl are-- oh. Oh, C96 girl just called Morbucks 'whorebucks'. >> << And? >> << This looks like it could cause a lot of collateral. >> << Fair enough. Make sure your camera is recording, I'll want to review this later. >> Boomer fiddled with his body camera to make sure it was on. It was. Immediately afterwards columns of blue and red collapses on his position. Brick looked down on the scene below. "Maximize and contain the fight to the current debris area. We can let them sort it out otherwise." "I HAVE BEEN WAITING ALL DAY AND WE'RE JUST GONNA FUCKING--" Butch begins to protest. "Yep," Even Brick sounds a little disappointed. All three of the Rowdyruff Boys grow to immense size -- enough to act as credible barricades and simply stand in the way in the streets, occasionally moving to physically impose a hand or foot in the way of a large motion that might cause more surrounding damage. "As much as we'd prefer something a little more chaotic and disruptive," Brick says, folding his arms, "Keep it insurable and minimum casualties." His voice sounded different there, easy to fall into the vibe of and simply obey, and although it was dominantly directed at Morbucks and Incredible Petra, anybody in the general vicinity would probably feel a bit of it.
Futaba Nuki	Although she's seen the Powerpuff Girls and Rowdyruff Boys at work in person before, she's never actually gotten a good look at their hometown of Townsville. Just showing up there unannounced would be kind of weird, though, so her chances to sightsee out in this neck of the US in this particular town have been nonexistent. At least, until today. By sheer chance, Futaba's travel route on official* Paladins** business*** would take her close enough to Townsville proper that, upon hearing about the trouble at the TVB, it wouldn't take too long for her to find her way over where some of her childhood heroes once fought and make sure things aren't too on fire over there. She can't just walk up and announce herself like some schlub, though, since... It's freaking Townsville. She needs to make some kind of dramatic entrance! Remembering that stuff she grabbed from the quarry recently, she starts reaching into her pouch while mulling over possible ways to look cool showing up hours late to an attempted bank robbery. Before she can figure out such a plan, though, she hears the telltale noise of more fighting and clashing afoot! There's Petra(?), Princess Morbucks, an evil car, a screaming child... Not enough time to make a flashy entrance, just a fast enough one. Kicking off the ground for a head start, Futaba leaps forward like she's about to dive into a swimming ppol before turning into a small backyard-sized above-ground pool's worth of water. She surges towards the child to scoop them right out of the street, swerving past the Duel of Yellow and taking the child to a safe-ish spot near some building that's about three or four numbers away from it all. Only then does Futaba finally transform back into her usual solid state with the bright orange hair, black eye markings, and student-esque getup to give them a light pat on the head. "Stay outta the street and find your parents, okay? You've gotta be more careful out here, kid." With a reassuring grin and one more pat on the head, she turns to the battle between PM and PS. "Hold up, hold up! Robot fights are cool, but keep it out of the streets and take it to a quarry like ev-" She pauses, then has an ~~apostrophe~~ epiphany. "Oh, THAT's what she meant..." *She had family stuff to take care of two towns over! **She's a Paladin! ***She's getting paid by the Paladins!
Bowser	Out of a nearby McDonald's, a small horde of half people sized creatures of various shapes that are shaped to be appealing to the child eye. Goombas and Koopas are holding various trays of Happy Meals and combo meals. They are hurriedly leaving from the McDonald's to get to various benches and fill various beverage containers. Desperate to leave. Fire licks outside of the doors of the McDonald's. The windows rattle as the sound of an angry bellow emits from the counter area. WITHIN. Bowser hoists an old woman who works at McDonald's because she can't afford to live anywhere in the state on her social security, hands grasping her uniform, holding her close to his face so she can see the glare of his eyes, burning with rage. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T HAVE ANY BOY'S HAPPY MEAL TOYS LEFT!!!" "Sir, please, all we have are Multiverse Celestia toys left." "YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE APPLEJACK?!" "Please don't punch me, the ambulances here are privatized." Kammy stands nearby, just watching the entire thing, sipping a watered down ice tea. "We can find someone who has it on eBay and then steal it from them." "THAT'S NOT THE POINT!" Bowser bellows. He glares at the old woman. "FINE. I want a Chipotle chicken wrap." "Uh..." FIVE MINUTES LATER!!! The McDonalds, which now has a Bullet Rex sticking out of it, and several holes in the wall where the entire play place has been ripped out and thrown through the windows, disgorges one Bowser with a tray of quarter pounders, muttering. A stray piece of asphalt flies out, piercing through the stack of burgers. Burger sauce leaks out of the sides of the wrappers. Bowser very slowly turns head towards !Petra and Morbucks off having a fight. The sound of a freight train barreling down accompanies Bowser rushing towards the both of them, fist balled! He doesn't care WHICH one he's gonna punch, but he's gonna punch them!
Petra Soroka	NEW MESSAGE on @silkesthreads 176 Unread ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ @valerieragnarok 1 April AU 30 at 09:35     Townsville_Bank_Robbery_040130.mp4 @valerieragnarok 1 April AU 30 at 09:36     the footage is bad but this is you, isn't it silky?     i know you don't read these, but i'm proud of you for going out and doing heroics.     the petra that i know, the one that helps people like this, she'll always be welcome back home. CLANG     The blade of Petra's revolver buries itself into the dashboard of the Kana, piercing metal and shattering the viewscreen where the message notification appeared. Petra's fingers are wrapped white-knuckle tight around its grip, though she doesn't remember actually doing the violent motion that would've led to the scene in front of her. Her jaw aches from how hard her teeth clench together, and her whole body trembles.     Is this some sick joke? Who would do this to me? Who could possibly have such an obsession with me to make some sort of, body double, and traipse around looking for trouble? One of Lilian's entourage? Kale would actually not be a bad guess, given his skillset. Petra doesn't know what Kale's skillset is, or his first name. Whoever the *fuck* it is, I'm putting a stop to this.     The fact that the imposter is in Townsville doesn't register to Petra until the Kana is hanging in the air over the city, scanning for its target. Someone trying to get at Buttercup and Blossom through me? Are we... good enough friends for that to work? A mech streaks through the air past her. Seeing the explosion on the ground where it lands, Petra gapes, and bitter, jealous rage boils up inside her.     What the *fuck*! I don't have a way to call the Kana like that!! And if I did it'd be *way* fucking cooler! Petra grips the shotgun blade in her hand, too full of furious energy to even sit down. She slams her hand onto the surviving part of the console, setting an autopilot path at full speed directly into the ground where the other mech landed.     Petra twists open the hatch on top of the hull, climbing out as the Kana plummets down into the city. Air screams past her ears as she forces herself into a standing position on top of the falling mech, shotgun brandished, eyes looking out for the Fake.     She jumps off at the last moment. The Kana crashes into the Mark II with gravitational and jet engine force combined. Petra flips through the air and drives her gunblade down onto Incredible Petra, the boom of her blade-extending shot drowned out by the deafening crunching of metal and asphalt. After cutting into her, Petra jumps back and shouts wildly, her throat tearing.     "Who the *fuck* are you!?"
Charlotte Newman	It certainly is feeling like every time Charlotte ventures outside of Lampport, she gravitates to some other world's shopping center. And this time she dragged a friend along. The girl stands before the well-decorated mainstreet entrance to the Townsville Downtown Mall, lifting her phone up to take a photo of the architecture and statuary, when things go down.     The crash of rockets and metal prompts her to flinch, then shoot a look at where it came from. After a moment, she glances the other way towards her fellow teen-- no doubt spared from a fate of carrying her shopping, since they hadn't actually gone in yet, "Should we take a look at that?"     She does raise her phone as she addresses Stanley, though, briefly looking towards it to snap a selfie with her friend here in Townsville. --     It's a run of a block or two after the presumed consensus that Charlotte finds herself viewing two people in power armor, one giant robot, three giant teenagers, and--     "Petra?"     She shoots a look at Stanley again, then back to the clash, "I'm sure she can explain it later. Let's get this to stop, first." She pulls her bat from the twist in her purse strap and points with it. From her silhouette, the robot-themed metal statue Galatea twists free. Immediately, the Statue's left hand raises, baring the cannon.     "Ziodyne!"     The spell has a gunshot-like report, firing a yellow-white orb in a parabolic arc. As it passes over Princess, the sphere explodes into a downward-aimed lightning bolt.     It's only after this that she notices--     "Two Petras..!?"
Stanley Padgett	STANLEY MARIGOLD PADGETT has ice cream. He doesn't get bespoke ice cream all that often. Usually, it's like... those 4 dollar gallon tubs of vanilla and then he puts some nuts and stuff on top. Not like this. This is a proper waffle cone, with proper scooped ice cream, and sprinkles and fudge and a cherry and everything. He holds it up for the selfie with Charlotte, and grumbles, as he starts to scarf it down. "Hfjvcnfdffbb..."     That sounds like an agreement. "nnnfggdbbmmmmgg?" Another big bite of ice cream, as he hustles after his friend.     Which is going to make this difficult when they actually get to the fight itself, because now he's got an ice cream headache, and the world is awful and painful and too bright. Stanley whines a bit as he shuffles into his messenger bag for his own weapon, the gleaming saber coming free of its hidden sheath. "....ow. That was stupid."     Though rather than charge directly into the fight, or start blasting at the pair, Stanley is doing the proper hero thing... and getting people to safety. He zips between Incidents and Accidents, batting away rubble and stray attacks, trying to keep the peace.
Nephra Tangent	Nephra had been trying to have a nice day, in the sunny, mild climate of Townsville, on her way through to other (and cheaper) realms. A girl deserves to take the scenic route once in a while, and windowshop at things she absolutely does not have the free scratch for. It was supposed to be a quiet day. Few things ever are.     Crunching down on the blowpop held in her mouth, Nephra raps a gloved knuckle against her artificial eye, concerned its seeing some horrificly-distorted double vision of the scene going on in the street. There are two Petras, two Giant Robots, two- wait, no, only one golden princess, fighting in the middle of the street.     Haha. It's like walking onto a movie set.     Nephra rummages in the slightly-melted duffel bag still tucked over her shoulder, and pulls out two cannisters of spray paint. She cracks the top of one, then the other, and hurls one at each of the mechs. Sure, they may look different enough, but man would it be easier to tell what on earth was going on if military drab colors weren't quite so solidly.... drab. A splash of paint should help. Or just make it all funnier.
Powerpuff Girls	Incredible Petra, thanks to the 'Mark II' and her watch-uplink to the boxy battle-bot as well as her own daring agility, somehow gets mostly out of the way of Princess Morbucks' power-suited dash and keeps the Powered Two-Puff Princess on the back foot in the exchange. The efficient citizens of Townsville see a giant robot fight and, of course, immediately make a giant snarl of a traffic jam in every direction as smart vehicles generally ignore the rules of the road and road conditions equally, routing through the sidewalks to get to their destinations. Other drivers just honk and yell inside their vehicles. Some detour around. It is the entry of further heroes that actually begin the crowd management. Of course, the first one is a massive viral bomb immediately signal-fragmenting all of the electronics in the area and forcing a full purge of their caches. For a moment, the Mark II's red optics switch to yellow, and it rears back, searching for a target as its sensors reboot. For a moment, Incredible Petra's watch-and-softlight-eyepiece flicker and shut down, the watch-face displaying an power switch hatched circle and a progress bar that fills a ring around the face. For a moment, Princess Morbucks is just an incredibly rich girl in a powersuit with no instruments and only minor automatic guidance. For a moment it really seems like it might be over right there, especially with the Rowdyruff boys descending in streaks of light to turn LARGE and force the issue with sheer bulk and presence. The heroes are here, in droves. En masse. Morbucks, insulted as she is, wavers between taking the L and walking off, and challenging further. Her anger, boiling-loud, steeps in her as she lifts to a knee and a fist. Her eyes shift, from up to aside, and look furiously at Incredible Petra. And then the Mark II gets absolutely bodied from orbit. Crashed by the Real Deal Kana, the boxier Mark II flattens under the sheer weight and deforms, the segmented parts partially deforming and 'cracking' along panel lines and jointworks that no normal tank should rightfully have. Still, the Kana disables Incredible Petra's armor support, and while the Rowdyruff's command of minimum casualties is carried out by Stanley and Futaba whisking away the California Drivers and Children In A Cartoon belligerently resisting being corralled, Incredible Petra is forced to react. She, from a dead stop, is forced to fight for her life. Eyes wide as she retreats, flickering uplink over her left eye filled with viral data, Incredible Petra stumbles and staggers and falls back, a gublade driven into her chest. Petra screams. Incredible Petra, a spitting image of her that's barely off, is terrified. "Who the heck-" Incredible Petra gasps, not even going all the way to Prime Petra's swear word, as this is a PG-13 show, and they are limited to One Naughty Word Total of which she has already spent her budget. "-are you?!" She grunts back, pained, genuinely having no idea why a clone of herself is fighting her. "Shouldn't we be on the same side?!" Morbucks is bullied. Beaten down by a giant lizard twice her size, after being suppressed by a barrage of electricity that crackles and forces her down to her fist-and-knee again, Princess drops her head. Nasally, she exhales a throat-groaning emotion of pure fume. Instruments slowly came back on line. Morbucks, on the ground, rises and clears pebble-powder asphalt, concrete dust, and dirt from the armored skirt of gold she wears, fury filling her eyes. Fists clenched, the calculations to her pride, and to her pocketbook, are too much. She can afford to be honest with herself: She always is. "Brick, this is between me and BLONDIE here. I'm *good* for the roads!" She screams, raising a finger to the heavens. Calling in a support armor with all three Rowdyruff boys taking up airspace was too risky. She'd have to resort to--
Powerpuff Girls	"Satellite Power!!!" Princess Morbucks bellows, and a partial eclipse happens overhead. Townsville followers might have seen this powerup two seasons back: A solar-energy satellite tasked overhead reflecting and beaming power directly to Morbucks on the ground! A concentrated beam from space fires down, out of the eclipse that darknes a ring overhead, and yellow energy washes over the surrounds in a dangerous, car-flipping damaging ground-wave. A glowingly-aura'ed Princess immediately charges: The *actual* Petra, not being able to tell the difference! "Minimum means I'll still kill this dirtmouthed brat!" Bellows the powered up Princess, booming with the cosmic power of capital. A can of paint explodes near her, coloring her yellow-and-black armor red. The paint boils off, but the fury remains. Snarling, sharp, her voice cuts a line across the din of battle. "Fine. I can renegotiate a minimum." The detonation that follows, concussive and bright, washes out all other color in the surrounds momentarily, before kicking through the people in the area, the ground in a two meter sphere of annihilation, and a hundred meters past in ground-zero detonation.
Ishirou	Ishirou gasps!   Oh no, Not evil Petra is being stabbed by stinky Evil Petra!  He fires several things off.  OPTIONS fly towards Increadible Petra, aiming to snap onto her.  One provides his suite of flight options.  One snap on to keep her forever ammoed and energied up.  Another provides her access to his ordinances.  This is followed by two options, one which aids in tracking, and the other one aiding in the offense.  "DON'T LOSE TO YOUR EVIL DOUBLE, COOLER PETRA!" SATELLITE Ishirou, barely able to get out of the dead center of that, just narrowly avoids being evaporated.  However, enough of his armor was caught by the outside of that.  It's slightly burning, which causes him to spray himself off so that he's no longer on fire.   Elsewhere, Stanley gets an OPTION that hovers over his shoulder, aiming to help him shoot at things and increase his damage, while another one shoots over toward Charlotte, connecting to her and sending her telemetry data.   Ishirou upset that Capitalism Princess is making things worse sends another viral bomb to her newly deployed unit.  Instead, he aims to try and overcharge her engine.  Hopefully, even, blow it out.
Charlotte Newman	"Rakukaja!"     As Galatea recovers from firing the lightning artillery, the statue sweeps her non-cannon arm forward and raises it, projecting a barrier of interlocking translucent pale blue bricks. Charlotte pushes both hands out defensively, supporting the barrier and her bat in the same gesture when a solar-empowered Princess lands her blow. Debris pelts her shield, producing cracks but not quite shattering it.     She lets out a breath when things have calmed down enough for her to drop the barrier, glancing quickly about for Stanley-- who seems to be doing just fine. She bites her lip, refocusing on Princess and the Tale of Two Petras.     She really is trying to be Petra's friend. But more importantly, this Princess person really seems to be the most immediate threat anyway. Ishirou's support bit joins her. At first she's not sure what to make of it, until Galatea's interface changes a bit. Charlotte lets out a little 'mm' of understanding, refocusing on the fight, while the Living Statue swings her cannon into a ready position again.     "Ready, my other self..? Bufula!"     As before, the spell is fired with the report of an artillery weapon, a pale blue sphere launched in a high arc. When it bursts overhead, it does so with a glassy crack that threatens to freeze the Princess if she's caught in a cone beneath it; It also ices over the road and causes a bit of snow to fall on this mild spring day.
Nephra Tangent	As the orbital bombardment rains down, the actual gravity of this situation dawns. Nephra barely has time to deploy out the ever-moving armor from her spine, as the searing-bright kinetic wave crashes past, rattling her even beneath the durable plating. Sparks ricochet through nerve-analogs, and her teeth clench, nearly biting the stick of her blowpop off. Firmly on the ground still, as the afterimages fade from vision, Nephra's glad that the true enemy has made herself obvious: the Rich.     Duh.     One power-armor wearer barrels at the other, gravity swelling up around her, in an attempt to deal with the root cause of the situational risk. Knock the hell out of the princess who's shooting lasers, and civilians won't get hurt, right?     "Renegotiate these hands!" Is the awkward battle-cry Nephra picks, splayed clawed gauntlets swiping, as she joins the gigantic reptile in the classic American Passtime of being somewhat rude to monarchists. Invisible weight drags her blows through the air faster than they should be, trying to find purchase and strike true. It doesn't matter to her who the fight is supposedly between, and even the other Petra slips her mind for a moment, as she's too busy trying to eat- no, claw- the rich.
Stanley Padgett	The horrible awful glaring undying bright star of energy descends from the heavens, as Princess Morebucks obliterates everyone and everything, including Stanley Padgett. It's very sad.             Game Over             Continue from last save?             > Dodge Like A Boss!!!!!     oh wait that's not what happened? Stanley is actually behind an overturned EV, and a shadow of himself still at ground zero evaporates into digital dust. But this is ALSO a bad place to be, as the EV's battery starts to cook, and the young man flutters away in a stutter-step of teleportation. "Right, this is getting worse. But how do I get through to them?"     And then, like so many other times, the answer comes to Stanley via The Bard.     The Fool shuffles up from his position and strides out into the wreckage of the street, the asphalt and concrete glassed and crumbling. "Hey! Princess BigLaser! You've got a real problem, you know that? Don't worry though, we can help you learn some manners!" He takes a breath, hops up on the Not-Kana, and then holds out his arms.     "Fairies, black, grey, green, and white, You moonshine revelers, and shades of night, You orphan heirs of fixed destiny, Attend your office and your quality!"     And as he speaks, Stanley does... a proper transformation sequence. Like, right in the middle of everything. Mercutio fades into being behind the boy, towering and neon, and Stanley lifts off his feet in a slow hover, turning in place. Bits of his neon and smoke fencing outfit flutter in place around him in digital sparkles, until all that's left to affix, at the end, is a butterfly domino mask. He sets that across his face, and then draws the sword pointing it at Morebucks. "Let's dance, you and me, little lady."     Even Ishirou's Option is in on this now, the transformation sequence turning it into a fluttering, delicate blue butterfly~
Rowdyruff Boys	Two of the same person. It's not the first time Townsville has seen this concept; notwithstanding the Rowdyruff Boys themselves being opposite counterparts, that Hardly guy had pulled something like this years back. Brick is more than familiar with his work, and he's looking between Incredible Petra and regular Petra with growing unease. He vaguely knows that the Powerpuff Girls hung out with her at some point through Boomer, but as far as he's aware Blossom wasn't really a part of it. Long story short, he doesn't have the details. The question goes, then, is whether this is a domestic problem or something from outside. Morbucks calls his attention towards her. "I don't have a problem with where things currently are. If things get messy they're not going to physically go through us three, so the easiest way to do what we said we would is to just stand here," he replies, dully. Oh boy. He knows that call-out. Brick sighs, "Don't look into it, you two." Butch immediately looks into the satellite beam and swears as it temporarily blinds him. Brick looks annoyed, while Boomer just laughs about it as the energy washes over them, leaving them more-or-less singed, rumpled, and perhaps a bit more tan than usual. They deliberately stand in it so that its ability to spread is impeded, but Princess already made it relatively limited. Relatively being the key word here. "H-hey, um, could we not? With the second degree murder," Boomer interjects, kneeling down to speak more easily in the direction of Morbucks and the Pettas. He points at the C96-carrying Petra, "She doesn't seem to know what's going on..."
Futaba Nuki	The existence of two Petras makes things somewhat confusing for Futaba at first. Sure, it's easy to tell them apart just by looking at them or hearing them speak (especially in the case of Petra Prime), but that requires just enough concentrated effort that she can't afford when there's also plenty of collateral damage to worry about. Brick's shift in inflection goes right over Futaba's head, but the nod in response and her already being on that track make it pretty easy for her to keep up with that kind of thinking. "Already on it, Mister Brick! Let's make it no casualties!" She suggests while dashing back into the street to start scooping up cars in a pair of oversized hands that look like giant claw machine grabbers, but with actual grabbing force that doesn't just crap out at random. The roads need clearing, especially when Bowser comes in charging right at the two fighters at the center of it all. "... Whoa. That's two kings now." Gawking in awe for a few moments, Futaba gets her head back on just in time to see a robotic statue firing a lightning bolt into the whole mess. She looks over at Galatea, back at the fighters, then realizes that Princess Morbucks is not taking kindly to everyone's interference. An explosion comes from above, and Futaba has the unenviable task of keeping as many civilians as she can safe. Having only the barest recollection of tornado-chasing shows, she books it as fast as her feet will take her to get to a big old pile of people, snatching two more flipping cars out of the air before planting them down on the side opposite those people. Futaba turns herself into a small steel bunker, then braces as the explosion comes. It still rocks through her entire steel-and-concrete-ish body when it hits, but she doesn't collapse from the explosion or fall onto the people under her care. She just looks a little (mentally) jarred by the time she changes back to her usual form, somewhat singed, but still standing. "Freaking... Darn it, Morbucks! There's still regular people around here!" Externally, it might sound like Futaba's concerned about their safety. Internally, she's mostly irritated about not being able to go all out while having to worry about the collateral damage. She finally goes on the offensive, then, still following that direction to not cause undue destruction as her tail splits into two, then four, then eight. Leaping towards the princess, Futaba starts throwing big punches and wide open palm slams as her arms and hands shift sizes haphazardly to throw off Morbuck's guard, all while her multiple tails turn into grasping appendages to try grabbing onto her and holding or slowing her down.
Bowser	Bowser is still fuming. "AND MY BURGERS!" The sky darkens. The yellow cast shines on Bowser's face, and then into his eyes, forcing him to shade his head. A tilt of his head upward sees the beam of energy ripple down and then smash into the armor. Yellow POWER WAVE ripples Bowser's hair back, waving through the fuzz on his head. The pure aura of power ripples around the armor, building up in a spiralling crescendo. "HEY, I AM TALK-" BAH-DOOOOM. The shockwave hammers into BOWSER. His entire world changes to yellow and white, one hand futilely lifting up to try and block the glare away from his eyes. The hand hits him in the face as the energy smashes out. The sudden BOOM of energy pushes the rest of Bowser backwards, ass over teakettle in a sudden roll. Bowser stands back up, leaving a Bowser silohuette on the ground of intact asphalt. "HEY!" Everyone else is getting in Bowser's way. He points a finger out at Nephra. He opens his mouth to shout, but then STANLEY IS THERE TOO. And Charlette! AND AND AND! TOO MANY PEOPLE. As Nephra gets close to him, his fist balls up. He tilts around in a mighty twist, hammering his fist at her. "I AM BEATING HER UP UNTIL I GET MY MCDONALD'S!"
Petra Soroka	Petra lets the blade dip down to pierce through the asphalt effortlessly, trembling with rage. She twists her hands around the hilt, oblivious to the rest of the fight taking place around her and the presence of the Elites.     "I'm Petra, you copycat freak! You stole my face and my name and you're traipsing around pretending to be me?! Tell me who the fuck you are so I know what to put on your grave!"     Princess Whorebucks charges Petra, and with a reflexive twitch and a trigger pull, Petra bats her fist to the side with her sword, swinging viciously hard in response. "You don't know who I am! Don't call me a brat, you knockoff Powerpuff clone!"     "And speaking of clones." Petra takes a step towards Petra, dragging the tip of her sword through the ground behind her. She flickers with each step as Princess's explosion tears through the intersection, eyes not leaving Incredible Petra's, blood trailing out of her mouth where she bit her lip. "DON'T LOSE TO YOUR EVIL DOUBLE, COOLER PETRA!" "But you've got it backwards. My name, my face, are the two things I'm keeping. I fought for those. I earned those." "You earned all this, right? Not because of who you were, but... Because of what you did. Nobody can take that from us, at least. Better keep working hard to keep it, then, or people might start forgetting if you're not careful."     It makes sense, coming from Inspector Unit Four. But being reduced to the evil double, the *second choice in her own skin*, fills Petra with blinding hot rage. She takes another step forwards, breathing slow and labored, as Ishirou's Options fly out to support Incredible Petra.     "So it's like that?" Petra's voice is somehow steady and quaking at the same time. Fully projected from her chest, not hesitant or unsure, but her lungs themselves sound tight and twisted enough that her voice rattles across the battlefield. "Fine. I'll kill both of you."     Boomer's plea is thoroughly ignored. "I'm not letting some *second-rate copy* get away with this! I don't care what the *fuck* is going on!"     Petra's hands are a flurry of movement, clicking between multiple settings on the hilt of the gunblade in rapid succession, an intricately exact pattern. A slug shatters the asphalt under her feet and launches Petra up in the air and forwards, closing the distance between her and Petra. She sails over her head, and another pull of the trigger sends the blade on the underside of the shotgun barrel sliding forwards along an oiled rack with explosive force, cutting down Ishirou's drones in the air. She lands back on the ground behind Incredible Petra, and her knees buckle with the impact.     Petra tilts her chin up to glare at her, then charges in without another word. She rips her shotgun in half and grips the revolvers in each hand, slamming each of their blades into Incredible Petra and pulling their triggers upon impact.
Powerpuff Girls	With an 'unavoidable' diffusion point-blank aoe having blasted out from the energy-burning Satellite Armor, solar powered and crackling with the temporary power-sauce, Princess finds her targeting systems (deployed directly into her field of vision by her core power crown atop her brow) finally coming back online with the surge of available sauce to flush suit systems. The kill-zone bought her time, and still-- Stymied by the immediate flush of counterattacks that close with her, Princess turns her eyes towards Nephra and is immediately clocked across the jaw soundly. Her face turns and she turns ugly for a moment as she staggers back and rolls the blow off her cheek. It is like hitting a sack of sand around concrete: roll and barely any give. Leaving her face open isn't a weakness on her part: it is perhaps the most defended part, energized from within and wrapped in ablative power-fields. The sheer glow of the Satellite Armor ablates the dark whips of gravitics. Princess brings her hands up, and shoves off from Nephra, letting her feet leave the ground as she palms a full-force blow, sending her sailing back and away from the melee, to air-stop several feet off the ground, hovering on pure energy transfer, a bloom of searing heat beneath her in a cloud. "I've had to play three on one, *six* on one for so long do you think I'm not used to it?" Princess Morbucks growls, voice echoing through local speakers and hijacking the Samsung devices with remote play in the area due to a FULLY LEGAL deal with the provider. Power crackles in her, rolls off of her as breath, the full momentary majesty of a Powerpuff Girl cast in capital yellow. Gold radiates as motes from the too-whites of her eyes, but the color of her irises is ruby red, due to her targeting assist programs. "With just my crown I'm their equal. With this Satellite Armor? I'm their BETTER! AND I DON'T *NEED* FRIENDS TO HELP ME FIGHT!" "I have all I need right here." She direly declares, and reaches a gauntlet to her chest, to touch a central ruby - the same she had worn bare to chest on a gold chain, now integrated into the collar. Another bright solar flash begins, sphering around her as a solid light-bulb in solar yellow. Of course, Charlotte's not going to wait for Morbucks to simply transform repeatedly and power up further! An overhead snow-fall fills the basin with a sudden thick ice and powders the ground around with cold, and under Princess a great cape of steam flows, as the attack hammers into the burning-up energy reserves of the beamed-in power. From the center of the solar sphere against the tide of power, a yellow-black "Princess", this time with a flat-gold faceplate down around a black suit wrapping that still was flanked by two dark red poufs of hair, rises out in a flame-spinning uppercut through the ice, air stop, and blast a thick cone of superheated plasma from palm blasters filled with solar energy, matching the ice 'breath' of Puff-like magic with technologically-grasped might! "Do you think ice breath works on me still, BLOSSOM?!"
Powerpuff Girls	MEANWHILE: -- Another faceplate-down Morbucks, simultaneous, leaps after Ishirou, and immediately is blasted with a viral payload, distorting the entirety of the projection into a sudden pop of energy that immediately dissipates. MEANWHILE: -- Bowser finds a third Morbucks, positioned behind him, two-handedly shoving the Koopa King into Nephra and attempting to topple the monarch and crush the gladiator both! MEANWHILE: -- Futaba challenges Morbucks about her duty to others, leaping in to attack. Another faceplated projection jumps from the sphere to snarl and engage in high-speed fisticuffs, beating quantity to a standstill on sheer speed as the subletted copy burned through power. "I don't have time to explain to simpletons." The copy snapped. "The numbers that this will cost me to fix aren't real. If you're here to save people, then save them, and don't talk to ME about my DUTY OF CARE!" She's screaming, throwing back her voice and challenging the Rowdies. They all are, one voice from multiple locations. "LEGALLY SPEAKING COPS HAVE NONE, AND I HAVE *LESS*. IF YOU DON'T WANT TO BE BURNED?!" The sphere ends and Princess Morbucks Prime, with a hand over the depleted core ruby of her armor, stares down Stanley Padgett as he *taunts* and *tasks* her. "If you don't want to be burned, don't stare at the sun and wonder what that sizzle is, clown." Remotely, each of the faceplated energy-duplicates of sublet solar energy turn - at their own cost - to aim their false cores at Stanley, ready to fire an obliterating beam at the EV, the transformed boy, and the general area around and behind Padgett!! Right down the center, and most scary for Stanley, is the real Morbucks charging through her own beams just to slug him across the jaw until the taunts stop coming out.
Powerpuff Girls	Imposter Petra -- Incredible Petra -- is pinned to the ground by a gun-blade driven into her chest, having nicked a rib and lost the air in her lungs to a gurgle. Something isn't quite right inside of her, the filling a little vague. It certainly feels like meat, and organs in particular places, but there's a gritty quality to her insides, a breakaway like microplastics off of a sprue that feels unnatural. Petra, of course, feels this, sees this, the slightly-cheap quality of the copy, fill and substitute where a creator was too lazy to build the specific blocks that would create truly Incredible life. She has something in her that substitutes for Petra's backstory too, and it is why she can't quite convince anyone she's the same girl. With so little information to go on, even her Kana is a blank thing, madlibbed over: 'Mark II'. Not even 'Kana Mark II'. It doesn't even have a name to reference what it is based on. Princess closes to clash, and with a gutteral 'ouf', Incredible Petra is shot, the powder-explosion and spatter beneath her visceral and wet. More of that microplastics-organmeat leaks from her, and she coughs blood. Mercifully, Petra is carried away from her Incredible duplicate, and the bomber jacketed woman grips the front of her wound sickly. She retches, but it's just blood, and gasps afterwards, rolling to her knees. Her hair hangs, and fluid drips from her nose and lips. She doesn't fix it, the energy spent elsewhere, as her words come out a wet burble. Who is she? "I'm... Petra?" She wonders, having only been *told* precious few things and having a fluffily vague backstory of '''trauma''' she had to '''overcome'''. The True Petra stalks towards her, dragging her weapon through the ground that had been heat-blasted and then covered in white. Around the sudden snow, Incredible Petra looks up, as Ishirou's options close around her. Flight lifts her legs, weapons arrays come online, power buoys the gutted girl up back to a fighting posture. "The one who's not getting away with this is you!" Spits Incredible Petra, fighting her own little war for survival in the snow. She aims with an option, firing a single shot towards Petra, just to make her react. A lance of energy from the option snakes out to lash at the ground. Incredible's left wrist raises to her bloody mouth. "Mark II!" From beneath the Kana, in the crater, the Mark II's legs invert, prying the fellow spider-walker off of the shell and then drag-heaving its own weight across the street on the ice, rolling onto its side as it does. No -- not its side - it's shoulder. The box unfurls, the heavy legs opening in parts to deploy heel and hand. The box reveals a waist. The extra mass shifts down and out -- and the profile turns humanoid, fully aiming to bring a massive robotic hand down to swat the true Petra as only a several-meter tall battle walker can effect. Incredible Petra stares, dead on, in the ice, haloed by fire, because she is also a Petra. If she's going to lose, someone else is too.
Rowdyruff Boys	"You are a rather wretched and miserable person, aren't you?" Brick looks down at Petra with a sort of distant, morbid fascination that doesn't linger for long. He takes out his phone, snaps off a quick message with attachment to Blossom, and replaces it in his pocket. It is, in fact, super-sized while he's upsized like this. He glances towards Boomer, and then back towards the ongoing fight. There is a long moment of relative silence -- as battles go, anyway -- during which time the Red Rowdyruff simply watches. "Shouldn't we do anything?" Boomer asks, looking disgusted and uncomfortable. "If your goal is to save local-Petra, perhaps you should. If it's simply to prevent that one's victory, it doesn't matter," Brick says, giving a toss of his hair that disturbs the movement of wind at the adjacent intersection. "You can't win a battle that you lose by virtue of another entrant having existed at all. The only 'Petra' she doesn't lose to is the one that is completely indistinguishable from her. This one attracted positive connections nearly entirely unprompted." "There's no satisfaction or relief to be found in victory-by-default, and that is all she can ever achieve now," he concludes. "Brick, you've really gotta stop just saying shit like that," Boomer says, with a grimace. Butch stops rubbing at his eyes. "Why? I wasn't listening. What did he say?" Brick ignores them both, speaking to Morbucks, "Don't complain. We're not the front line here. This city isn't worth it, even if I can't convince any of them of it. They, however, are. That is the difference between the three of us intervening and the three of us not intervening." The trio re-orient around Brick moving to hover behind Stanley so that if the combined solar beam doesn't hit Stanley -- or hits him too good -- it'll have a backstop that isn't just the city. "That," Brick adds, "and Butch getting bored, I suppose." "I'm bored right now! What're you calling me out for?!" The Rowdyruff Boys are, variably, caught in the collateral of what Princess is doing or in the case of Brick very directly in the way along the peripheries. Brick sucks in a breath, eyes narrowing. "Boomer, she's being petty. You know what to do." "Uh, what-- OH! Oh, that, okay," Boomer points a hand at Morbucks Prime, a stream of ... lightning? Coming out of his hand. In fact, it is completely non-damaging, but Princess knows exactly what he's doing because this is a standard Rowdyruff Boys low-escalation response to Princess Things. Which is to say, projecting static electricity into her hair so it becomes absolutely ridiculous and unmanageable for a while. "Yo! Play on the same scale, asshole!" Butch calls abruptly like some sort of twisted and particularly large referee, swinging a not-so-serious but still probably destabilizing kick towards the side of Incredible Petra's Mark II.
Ishirou	Between Petra's shotgun, and Princess Capitalism's tantrum, Ishirou is blasted out of the sky and crashes.  He groans, trying to flip the RESCUE into humanoid mode, and swaps out modules for the ground units.  He has two drills instead of wings on each hand, and has some ground traversing things on his legs to let him 'skate'.   Ishirou fires a hand out aiming to try and use his electromagnetic IBMIS to try and make the various bullets on her shotgun scatter, before using his other hand to try and slam Petra Prime into the nearest hard surface.  At this time, he's also lifting various large parts of the broken road, some flying at Petra, others flying at Princess Capitalism.   "Hey, Petra, you might need to fall back from this.  This one's trying to kill you, and you took a nasty sneak attack.  We can handle her, so please watch out for yourself, alright?" he says to Cooler Petra.  Drones fly over towards Nephra and Futaba.  The one with Futaba connects to her, giving her various flight capabilities, but also feeding her data.  Nephra gets one that hangs out with her, firing over her shoulder to increase her damage.   "You, evil Petra...leave, you're just making everything /bad/ again.  Like everything you touch.  From your own dreams to other people.  It's /disgusting/!"
Nephra Tangent	Nephra can't be too unhappy with getting to punch face, but as the glowing girl kicks off the veritable brick wall of her armor, and dodges out of reach, Nephra... pouts.     "No fair! What's even the point of all that armor, if you won't fight like your flesh is steel!" Her voice breaks into a laugh, her smile shifting back on over the disappointment.     "At least put on a show-" She's got short, with a sudden '-URCK-, as the king of koopas not only swings a mighty meaty Big Mac of a fist into the kinetic ablative plating of her suit, winding her, but is also pushed careening towards the much smaller girl. There's time, though, this time, for the spinal interneurons she's entrusting her safety and success to to react.     Flaring her reactor, feet staying firmly grounded, Nephra grabs hold of the tumbling monarch, leveraging his hefty momentum up and towards where she last saw Princess Morbucks hautily taunting people. Hydraulics scream, tidal forces twisting at the trajectory, and she releases the father of all makeshift cannonballs out through the air.     She stomps her foot- unecessary, but drama is always more fun- and for a split second, as Bowser flies towards her, the pull of the Earth beneath lashes out tenfold, dragging him down and crushing towards the princess.     "You want to play dirty, huh?" She yells, back at both of them.     "That's fine! Three can play that game! Fuck it, the more the merrier!" The girl's grinning wide, even as she sucks her breath back in.
Stanley Padgett	Laser beams funnel in around Stanley, the glittering photons slashing and fluttering around at the fencer, who starts doing his thing. That saber swings around, and the fencer starts to patty and dodge, spacing himself between the beams, scooting to shift juuuuust out of reach.     "Full many a glorious morning have I seen     Flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye,     Kissing with golden face the meadows green,     Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy-"     Oh NO, that's a sonnet. Shakespeare, damn you, why have you given this poor boy IDEAS? Each bit of the line is punctuated by the glimmers of neon green energy smashing Morebucks' lasers aside, the sizzle of shadows that don't quite make it out of the way of a few of them...     "Anon permit the basest clouds to ride     With ugly rack on his celestial face,     And from the forlorn world his visage hide,     Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace..."     ...Wait is he comparing Morebucks to the sun? He's got to be riffing here... She DID say he'd be looking into the sun.     "Even so my sun one early morn did shine     With all-triumphant splendor on my brow,     But, out alack, he was but one hour mine;     The region cloud hath masked him from me now..."     And then the Princess herself SMASHES her way into the scene, her punch landing square on Stanley's forehead- wait no, the shadow fizzles and the young Fool spins around from behind Morebucks and her now... very frizzy hair, thanks Boomer. The point of the saber simply pokes Morebucks in the back as a touche'.     "Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth;     Suns of the world may stain when heavens sun staineth."     Stanley is BEAMING under that domino mask, the fencer's garb fluttering around as the battle rages.
Futaba Nuki	"Numbers...? Screw numbers, there's people around here!" Futaba shouts right back at Morbucks as she clashes with the faceplated projection, heavy fists smashing into her opponents' wildly and creating all manner of sick fight noises as steels forms over her fists to give her that little extra punching force. Rather than trying to stop the counterattacks from reaching her, meanwhile, Futaba pushes through them, solidifying her body to withstand them better rather than going for any of the evasive trickery she usually relies on. It probably has something to do with the scowl that's come over her face over the next few seconds. "Of course we're not cops... Who the heck would mistake us for that with this kind of power?" Futaba's tail, still split into eight appendages, reunites as Ishirou's drone comes towards her, fusing herself to it while her tail turns into a giant mechanical hammer. The size of the thing looks like it should be throwing her balance off, but she adjusts quickly as she starts floating upwards and using it as a counterweight to flit around the faceplated duplicate. "And what's this crap about legal duties? Princesses are supposed to do better than cops and regular people, not worse!" Diving towards the projection, Futaba lets Ishirou's data guide her swings as she starts lashing out at the Morbucks copy again with heavy blows from oversized limbs, covering the gaps in her offense by whipping that tail-hammer forward to try and send it flying right back at Princess Morbucks Prime. "What kind of princess even are you?"
Charlotte Newman	Charlotte recovers quickly from her attack, her Persona returning to a readied position behind and above her. From the ice and snow erupts the Powerpuff Princess-- with a faceplate. Immediately, Charlotte suspects something's up with that, given the girl's prior appearance without using one.     The fact that multiples are diving in on other people isn't lost on her. Lifting a hand, she gestures, "Galatea-- Heat Riser!"     Galatea twists, raising her free hand and surrounding Charlotte with concentric rings of red-orange light. As these fade, the girl kicks forward, sweeping her bat down low to one side similar to how one might hold a sword.     The Capital Emerald breaks through the stream of icy energies from Charlotte's previous attack at almost the perfect moment. Right when Princess' duplicant has an opening to blast the girl directly, Charlotte digs her leading foot into the snow-covered asphalt and swings her bat up-- and then immediately forward in a magically enhanced homerun strike.     With any luck, that should aim the Morbucksbot back at Morbucks Prime as a projectile.
Bowser	Bowser lifts up a big arm, fist clenched. The faceplate copy slams both hands into the arm and then... nothing. They hammer against the bulk of the Koopa King. It is truly more that Bowser simply takes a quick jump back. And Nephra's skilled senses take advantage of that. As he moves backwards, Nephra's hands can easy grab at the spikes on his back, using some of that new momentum against him. The power suit strains under the weight of suddenly shifting so much weight. Gravity asserts itself, and for once, someone else is able to utilize Bowser's momentum against someone else. Bowser is briefly... confused. "HEY! HEY!!!" Something strange is going on as he tilts backwards. His face contorts through a range of thoughts. "Globin. This is not how gravity works. We are moving sideways." "Yes, we must consult the most ancient of neurons." Bowser's face is scrunched up as the mighty suit HURLS, the spikes on Bowser's shell making an excellent set of holds to hurtle him at Morbucks. "OH ANCIENT NEURON. We are moving sideways against our own will, why." A single wizened neuron opens up its one eye, and licks its dry unused mouth. And it croaks out in a single whisper. "Bitch got hands." Bowser flails his arms as he hurtles at high speed towards Morbucks, his mind coming back into focus enough for him to suck his arms and legs and head into his shell and become a lethal spinning discus.
Petra Soroka	"I'm... Petra?"     "You're not. Petra snarls, wiping gritty viscera off her blade with a finger. "You're a knockoff. A cheap imitation of a human being. Both of you are. Petra raises her eyeline to glare at one of the surviving options as she spits that line out.     Petra pulls the gunblade up in time to deflect Incredible Petra's shot. The ping of metal on metal echoes around the battlefield, and light glimmers through a million tiny icy prisms, iridescent mirrors reflecting the light flaring out of the struggling Mark II. She leaps up into the air, jumping between the levitating chunks of road that Ishirou launches at her, with her gaze still locked on the unyielding Petra.     Ishirou's flying drill hand catches her in the back as her attention is turned, and she stumbles, whirling around on top of the asphalt platform as it slams into the ground. She twists her hand on the hilt of her shotgun and, in tandem with her raising her arms above her head and swinging down with all her strength, the blade slams forwards and pins the drill to the ground, carving through the metal. "Hey, Petra, you might need to fall back from this."     Petra opens her mouth automatically, lips twisted downwards, then shudders when she realizes who Ishirou was addressing. "Don't *call* her that. She *isn't* Petra. There's nothing you can do to take that away from me."     The shadow of the Mark II's hand appears over her just in time for her to rip her sword out of the ground and its pinned machine, mechanisms inside the drill exploding as she does. With nowhere to dodge to, Petra swings upwards instead, redirecting a finger just enough that the majority of the hand's force destroys the road slab to either side of her.     With the gunblade lodged between the mech's fingers, Petra is carried upwards when its hand retracts. She twists the blade out of its anchor in its plating with sadistic viciousness, then runs up its arm to the shoulder.     "If you were really Petra, instead of a hollow replica--you would've outgrown this piece of shit! There's no reason for a war machine to be shaped like a person. It's childish."     Petra grips her shotgun with both hands and swings, full-strength with her entire torso, to dig the blade as far into the Mark II's neck as possible, then pulls the trigger.
Powerpuff Girls	Princess Morbucks is in the shit, knows it, and will not run it back. She cannot run it back. Her pride doesn't let her, and surging with energy to rival three doses of Chemical X, she thinks she has game here. She knows - for a fact - that as long as the Rowdyruff Boys don't enter the fight in earnest, the rest of the book can be balanced out. She can just keep spending, keep stacking up the investments like stacks of fake chips until the other side agrees that she's won. Across her eyes, printed directly onto the ocular nerve, Morbucks knows everything about what's going on - the technological enhancements to her reflexes and processing power in her transformation crown allowed her to make split-second decisions and adjustments. Having called down a whole collector of power from space, a timer ticked down at the side of her vision. Minutes - long, awful minutes - before a retasking of a full satellite could be effected made her first shot her only shot. And nobody had fallen *down* yet! Flagging, as the spent copies lose their energy charge and disappear, Princess Morbucks is locked in combat with a *theater teen*, and all a THEATER TEEN knows is Eat Hot Take, Charge They Persona, Go To Sleep On Time, Backstep, and Lie. The backstep gets on her nerves instantly. "Stop It!" The sonnet continues. Morbucks's plasma channel palms hurl sunfire after the retreating rapier duelist, and her voice runs ragged with frustrating drags of emotion. "BASEST CLOUDS? BASED ON WHAT?!" She asks, divekicking towards him and scissorkicking off of the theater child or the ground before him decisively to turn towards Charlotte-- And find Boomer Jojo. "Please don't." Morbucks winces, the digital red of her eyes clouded with an almost-teary wince. A static shock ripples through her hair and all of a sudden the heat is UNLEASHED into her frizzy poms of curls, poufing out and waving up in grant and strange wings as solar energy buoys up her unlimited and unhinderedly energetic hair. An automatic armor system begins spraying down her hair with product to clear the frizzing, but it's far too late and not enough force by far to fix it: Princess Morbucks is at the ground zero of a dire gravitic snare, dragging a hammer, the remaining duplicate sent explosively sailing back, Futaba's hammer, even parts of the terrain picked up by Ishirou all drawn like a black hole right down on the real Princess. It really does take a power to rival the Powerpuffs together to survive this, as the shell from Bowser turns into the most personally harming Will It Press hydraulic video ever printed under the unyielding snare of a singularity. The solar energy is ripped away, and then the armor layer cracks and is pulled down, and finally, it all collapses in a pile, with Princess Morbucks at the bottom of it. Ishirou's scans, and even the palpable presence from the pile, can tell that underneath it all, Princess Morbucks' powerup has run out. Thankfully, Ishirou can tell she's 'fine', just buried under several thousand pounds of rock, Koopa, and re-melted asphalt. From the top of the pile, a melted faceplate from the deployed duplicate issues a sour, breathy-toned voice of pained defeat. "Why do I have to play by your rules? The law tells me exactly what the rules are and what it costs to do what I want." Beat. "You sound like Buttercup. Begging me to fight on her terms. It's pathetic, and so are you." Without shifting the rocks, she adds: "Don't think this means you won."
Powerpuff Girls	You might think it's over! Yet no credits roll. A trembling, bleeding-out blond girl in a stained-red bomber jacket reinforced by Ishirou's Options holds a non-lethally loaded Mauser in a bloody hand, trembling and choking on her own gore. She swallows down, hard, and the amount of wetness in her throat she feels does not decrease. Parts of her brain that have never fired scream incoherently, as the world narrows and dims. Possibility narrows, from years, to weeks, to months, to days, to hours, to mere minutes and precious seconds, draining from a wound she cannot bind while fighting as she is. "I AM!" Incredible Petra howls, coughs, wetly gurgles, unyielding, screaming the words out with dwindling gasps of air. "I'm PETRA, that's MY name!" Coughing, sputtering, breathy gasps. "I don't CARE if it's yours, it's mine too!" Incredible fires her pistol at the leaping-retreating Petra, gyrofoils not even suited for taking a life back, but as dangerous as taking a hit all the same, firing until the weapon clicks sadly in her grip. She winces and throws it aside. Her hand spasms and tries to catch it anyway, reflexive, but she needs the fingers to touch the watchface on her left wrist. She spins the rim, until the face is reversed. The green line switches to red. She doesn't need as much breath, as much voice, for the watch to hear. "Shut up. I wear my partner proudly. They're right here. Mark II." The watch chirps once -- and Ishirou can tell that the Mark II's core presence is *not* in the actual mecha, but the watch on her wrist. "Auto-Destruct. Interval: one." The watch chirps twice. "Authorize." The Mark II's frame, stopped cold by Butch Jojo from intervening directly with Petra, had still been blocked and scaled up by Petra. Spitefully, she mounted it and blew off the optic-holding head, destroying the upper neck area and revealing a lovingly personalized cockpit inside, full of stickers and meticulously cleaned. It was all Incredible Petra had been given to personalize before she was sent out, so the clone had taken good care of it. Underneath the seat, the fusion reactior glows red hot, and then white, and the seams begin to split and burst beneath. In single frames, the Mark II bulges and disdends in color and energetic discharge. YOU NOW KNOW WHAT TO DO TO SAVE THE DAY: Prevent a Fusion Reactor cookoff! Save several girls! Don't die!
Ishirou	Ishirou tries to push forward, even as the Mark II threatens to go up.  The fire bursts around him, but the already heavily damaged RESCUE unit wasn't going to be able to respond in time, combined with his own injuries.  The two go ass over teakettle into the ground near Incredible Petra and he skids across the ground.   "Ugh...you are...so awful.." he says towards Petra.  "Just because of our birth, doesn't mean we're any less human than you are.  When I've healed again, I'm going to make you eat those words.." he mutters.   His Electromagnetic reach reaches out, aiming to try and grab the Incredible Petra, before Real Petra can kill her.  Not today, he thinks, and blasts off with the remaining power.  He knows someone who can help her, and he isn't about to let her die. Of course, Metaphor might have feelings about this.  He'll think about it later..!
Rowdyruff Boys	"It doesn't take much," Brick replies to Petra, tilting his head in curiosity. His gaze drifts slowly towards Boomer. "To make a human being." "Snips." "Snails." "Puppy dog tails." The trio have done this bit synchronized like that before. "Fighting a spot, and loving a lot. That's what all folks are made of. Or so it goes. Though I am sure that many would protest," Brick says, before his attention swings to Futaba. "Princess is her name. She was the Mayor briefly. Mayor Princess. As far as I'm aware she has no royal lineage, which doesn't matter much, because her family is unimaginably wealthy. She has more merit than you'd imagine, based on this." "Plus, she gets it in a really important way," Boomer exclaims, pointing at Princess Prime-- although he already was, on account of the electricity. "She makes the best toys. Always has," Butch opines, scratching his nose. "That's why you make a war machine shaped like a human: It's fun," Brick affirms. It's an odd moment of praise that comes coincident with Morbucks running out of juice to operate, which seems to be Brick's cue to step in a little more directly. He leans over and scoops his hand under the blasted ground beneath Princess, lifting it and her up wholesale into the palm of his hand. We'll go see the Mayor in a few minutes. I'm going to have to make some calls there shortly. This isn't an arrest, I just assume you will want to get on with cutting checks." Which is around the time that New Petra (Revised Formula) decides to auto-destruct her nuclear-powered robot. Brick simply... frowns at that and closes his hand loosely over Morbucks. "Butch, Boomer. Hold six seconds for somebody to deal with the replica and chuck that thing out into space. I'll take care of any resultant debris, no arguing." The Rowdyruff Boys wait for six seconds and then act. It's a lot of time, in-the-moment, and not at all much time in the great scheme of things. Boomer springs forward and KICKS the critical Mark II upwards, trying to get it off the ground at all. Assuming this works, it's not enough force to actually get it going towards space. There's another waiting period (though not very long, still time enough in this context) as the trio expect any number of others to have their OWN solutions to apply to the problem. Then Butch, the bulkiest of the trio, rockets upwards and attempts to punt it upwards from below. His DOES have the force to allow something atmospheric exit. Brick for his part waits for absolutely all other efforts towards dealing with the damn thing to get done before he fires a high-width beam of heat from his eyes with enough intensity behind it to vaporize any resultant debris. It'll probably carve a hole in the planet's field of space garbage completely incidentally.
Charlotte Newman	"I'm not Blossom," Charlotte states as she recovers from her bat's magically-enhanced swing. She pulls the makeshift weapon up into a readied posture, waiting to see whatever else Princess has to dish out.     Instead, the rich girl is buried under a dogpile of other attacks, asphalt, and a dragon turtle. Charlotte's bat shifts, resting against her shoulder as her attention darts to the Petra Duel going on nearby.     She's forced to throw up a shield with a surprised shout when the Mark 2's head is blasted off, showering her with debris. It takes her a second of swatting out bits of flame on her stylish jacket before she recovers her stance enough to call upon Galatea again.     "We need to get rid of it?" She confirms when Brick hatches a plan for Saving The Day. Ishirou bolting with the Extra Petra (Pextra for short?) is pushed to the back of her mind with more important matters to contend with.     Boomer knocks the critical machine skyward, and this is where Charlotte pitches in, pointing with an open hand, "Maragion!" just as Galatea swings her cannon forward. The report is, as before, the punchy crack of an artillery piece that launches a fiery sphere up after the machine.     This gets trapped between the Mark 2 and Butch's leg when he sweeps up to kick the robot into space, adding some extra, explosive force to his already super kick.
Futaba Nuki	After so much smashing, blasting, and gnashing of teeth, Futaba's adrenaline is at an all time high, and she's rushing forward at Morbucks through the dust, ready to keep that momentum going for another dire face pounding. It's not until she realizes that Princess Morbucks is down with her power juice bottomed out that she finally slows to a stop, panting lightly and taking a moment to catch her breath. Looking at the faceplate at the top of the pile, Futaba starts to open her mouth, reconsiders, then steps atop the pile instead. She transforms into a pool of water again, slipping through all those cracks and gaps in the rubble to descend all the way through to where Morbucks is still buried. At the rate she's going with that amount of water she's turned into, it looks like she'd be in a prime position to just engulf and drown her while she's down there, but... It's Futaba. Of course she's not going to do something that underhanded. Instead, she stops short of actually surrounding Morbucks and transforms back into her humanoid state, grunting at first as she takes on the weight of al that destroyed stone and concrete on her back before forcing it upwards ever so slowly. Depending on how much room there actually is down there, there might not be much else to look at but Futaba at that moment, and she's definitely staring right at Morbucks while she's down there. "Princesses have to-oh, geez, this stuff's heavy...! We have to play by the rules now because we're gonna be the ones creating them later. We're not just regular heroes and villains, you know, and we're definitely not cops." She scoffs briefly, then readjusts her stance a bit to try and make it look like she's withstanding it effortlessly even though she clearly isn't. "We've got people looking up to us and kids that'll be the next heroes watching us, so we're the ones setting how low that bottom bar goes." Hearing that cacophony outside from the Battle of the Petroids, she glances back once more before bracing her hands on each side of Morbucks' head. Her tail starts to spin behind her, then expands outwards rapidly while hardening, acting not unlike a drill to smash through all that rubble to clear a path to open air and facing the Mk. 2. "Come on, then. We've got some bars to set up." Closing her eyes, Futaba starts to recall what she had seen of Princess Morbucks' Satellite Armor. The ruby aesthetic, the explosive spheres, the clones that had fought toe to toe with everyone just moments ago. She starts transforming, falling onto the princess in yellow in a wrong-color facsimile of that same armor. There's definitely details in the wrong places, there's leaves all over it, and the shiniest part is just a big gold bangle across one of the arms, but the power is there for Morbucks to use, at least for this one moment. Futaba might regret her decision later, but she's going to see what comes out of it, at least this time.
Stanley Padgett	Stanley has to move at this point, as BIG BRICK slides over to scoop up Princess Morebucks. He waves up to the big Rowdyruff, and taps his saber on his heel. "That was... interesting. Don't think she was my type though, very angry."     That he's entirely missed the true drama surrounding DOUBLE PETRAS is maybe a blessing, as he looks at the wreckage of everything. Ishirou swoops off with Real Petra and leaves Bad Petra behind, along with the THREATENING NUCLEAR DEVICE. Well that's no good. But the people with the BIG GUNS and BIG MUSCLES are handling that... so Stanley is instead once again zipping around the edges of the fight, just to make sure there is in fact no one left that needs to escape the blast radius here. "HELLO! WE ARE FIXING THE SITUATION!" Zwoop. Foosh. Poof. Poking his nose inside the remains of storefronts and cafes, just on the off chance someone in Townsville doesn't know how the fuck to get away for Kaiju Nonsense.
Bowser	Being that this is a 2000s Cartoon Network show, Bowser does let out the smallest fart while on top of the pile. Slowly, he sits back up, groaning, rubbing at his head. "Wait, SOMEONE THREW ME!" His eyes widen, and suddenly his nostrils flare, rage re-filling his mind. "SOMEONE THREW M-Hey, you got one of those smartphone things. KAMMY! KAMMY GET YOUR WRINKLED OLD WOMAN BONES OVER HERE AND MAKE THIS SMART PHONE WORK." Bowser grabs the faceplate of one of the Morbucks and moves to stand with the other minions who join him. As the white hot glow of nuclear death blossoms behind them, Kammy squints at the face plate. "Uhhh... hold on. I think..." She taps several times at the UI on the faceplate, "Yep. Looks like she uses Door Dash. To order wine spritzers, what a disgusting little woman." Bowser points over Kammy at the tiny face plate screen. "HEY, they have meatball subs on this thing. Get me five of those. And a huge Diet Cola. A mixture of boney fingers, ghostly slapping, and Kammy's horrible gnarled fingers, gets the Door Dash app on the mask to bring Bowser's lunch to his current location. A Boo remembers to slap in a 50% tip.
Petra Soroka	"I'm PETRA, that's MY name!" "I wear my partner proudly."     The cockpit is covered in stickers. The loving, human touch of its pilot is visible in every corner. Empathy for the machine bleeds from every personalization, the joy and soul of both mech and pilot overlapping in this simple picture.     The Kana is full of boxes, stolen from home, nothing unpacked without the energy to organize. Trash litters its floor. Its legs don't resemble Petra's in any way, and there's no head to see out of, just cameras providing an alien circumferential view. The only modification that Petra has added to the machine, the only mark that would be left of her presence if she disappeared, is the jagged hole carved into the cockpit just hours ago.     She looks down at Petra, tears streaking her face. She's bleeding. I think I killed her. I think I-- I think I-- I think I--     I think I should finish the job.     She's already killed one Petra who would call her mech her 'partner' like that.     The Kana stirs back to life, legs still crumpled underneath it from its meteoric collision. Its turret rotates, pointing nearly directly up in the air. Petra clings to the Mark II as its reactor counts down to explode, soaring into the atmosphere after Boomer's kick. It hangs in the air for a moment, at the peak of its arc, and the Kana fires. A small white pellet streaks through the air, and vibrating burrs on the outside cling to the Mark II. An energy field pulses. The Mark II's movement slows to a crawl, falling back down into the city.     There is no way to launch it into space.     Petra takes one last look into the cockpit, glowing with heat and distended by the strained reactor, already becoming unrecognizable from moments before. The fake down on the ground has collapsed, gore leaking from the wounds that Petra gave her. Ishirou snatches her up, and Petra struggles to feel strongly one way or the other about that.     The agonized whining of the Mark II's reactor reaches its zenith, and Petra takes a step backwards off its shoulder, plummeting to the ground to land with a quiet thud on the Ekanamsha's hull. Her gaze sweeps across the swarming elites, then her eyes close. She scrambles into the mech, and with an unsteady start, it takes off and flees the scene.
Nephra Tangent	Nephra doesn't even wait for the dust of the emerging crater to die down before she's charging back across the field towards the downed Princess. If we haven't won yet, that just means we need to hit you harder.     Trudging through asphalt rubble and shattered metal, kicking pieces away with thundering clanging force, like knocking pebbles off a sidewalk. Morphic armor encases her, twitching and shifting overlapping plates and spike-like sensor wires.     Nephra is intent on far-less-innocent things than Futaba, as she approaches the downed girl, but what she sees next is what truly locks her into a warpath. As Futaba's actions make it look like her armor reforms, she dashes, quickly trying to grab Morbucks and pile blow after metal-fisted blow into her, certain and yet possibly incorrect that she's getting back into the fight.     "Haha! Fine! You'll play by your rules, I'll play by mine, and I'll see what I can drag out of you!" she shouts, one fist reaching back and another trying to grab at the superheroine's collar for a vicegrip hold. Gravity falls out beneath each blow, amplifying force with crushing thunder.     "Say uncle! Give up! Don't fucking try to keep this up!" Deescalation isn't in the cards, for her. Someone's got to lose for it to be really, truly done, and she's really hoping the apparent-princess will yield good and properly.
Powerpuff Girls	Princess Delilah Morbucks III, firstname Princess, middle name Delilah, had been granted peerage by the line of Windsor for a truly Queenly donation to the British Museum as well as a sizeable purchase of land simply to attain the title. Legally speaking - she was royalty, but not a Princess. Brick not knowing is innocent, however: She had done it to solve an argument with several bratty girls because money was the only thing that mattered to the world and the Morbucks proved it most days of the week. 'Princess' was just her name. Her first name. You had to say it. That was her name. She liked it that way, to cut out the part in the middle between her and what she wanted. When Brick Jojo lifted her up, there was a moment where she hit almost-a-hug, and then remembers he just asked Boomer to zap her, and frets instead. Futaba, lifting the rock she had remained buried under while Brick holds her and entreats her to live up to that name. To Brick, Morbucks wavers between a thankful smile and frustrated anger. She had already spent so much. Why wasn't she getting her way? To Futaba, she wheels into a spiteful annoyance until she realizes that with the judgement of her methods came an outstretched hand - and a 'fresh' power ruby (with two beady black eyes) in her hand. Her armor - as reassembled by Futaba - fills her with the recharged Satellite Power borrowed from her and given back. Something borrowed and given back. Princess couldn't remember a time something of hers being taken from her and then given back. Strangely, she didn't mind that. It was different from when the Rowdies took her stuff to break it on the Powerpuff Girls for fun. Pleasant-- --and nothing like a gravitic slugging all over again. Yanked by the collar off Brick, she's slammed and whacked, raising a hand to defend herself, whipping around a plasma channel set palm to roast Nephra from point blank range with Futaba's power, and then stops at the slap. "I don't have time for you! Yes! Fine!! I give up!" She shouts, sharp, eyes wide and glowing-red as the cracked and reinforced power armor. She says it, desperate, and turns away, wearing Futaba as effortlessly as her own armor to leap towards the falling Mark II's frame as it bulges in mid air. Several titanic forces strike against it, among them Butch Jojo, fully capable of hurling the object into space on his own. But there's a problem! Petra Soroka, the True Petra, fires an inertial-dampening munition into the falling boxy-walker as it tumbles. By the time Butch swings, his hit drags through twisting-heating hull, but doesn't raise the unit more than holding it in place.
Powerpuff Girls	Foul play. Incredible Petra, gasping in Ishirou's arms as she's borne away, can't quite process the ongoing, but sees the Mark II still close to the city, still in the sky. With almost all her breath ripped away from her, she pleads into the cradled wristpiece of her watch. "Please, please, cancel. Stop, Mark II, it's okay, just's stop, I made a mistake!" She sobs, and her voice cracks nearly incoherent. The watch pauses for a moment, having waveringly taken the command, and then makes a soft error beep, barely audible. But Incredible Petra hears it. Even in a hurricane, she'd hear it. And so she begs. "Pllease, it was a mi-muh-mistaake." She breaks down, and flying away, her minutes dwindle in linear time with a single threat still on the board. The area underneath ground zero is swiftly evacuated, and Princess Morbucks and Futaba climb together to reach the shot-shelled and stuck Mark II. "BUTCH!" Princess screams, and points at the leg with a silver bead emitting an energy field in it. "THAT!" Around them, the laser optical waves from Brick sweep away debris and clears off the haze about the planet's high atmosphere. In Princess' eye, a timer rapidly depletes. Under her breath -- now, something only Futaba (and Butch, with super-hearing) is privy to. "Okay. Butch, you hit, I'll heave, and the city is saved. Girlie..." Futaba. "If you're gonna chicken out, you lost your chance." Butch, of course, strikes to save the day. The field-bearing leg is disintegrated -- but Princess Morbucks isn't heaving. Maxing out the Energy-wing flight of 'her' armor (nee Futaba), Princess streaks up into the sky like a golden comet in reverse, carrying the fusion reactor out into the sky. In high orbit, there is one more roar. "SATELLITE PO--" And a grand plume of purple, a tiny sunrise on the horizon. A beam of golden light pierces the purple sun, and fires through. <<As a speck, a shape falls, or perhaps two.>>
Rowdyruff Boys	When the dust clears, Brick squeezes his eyes shut and takes a deep breath. He is about to say something. About to, but he doesn't. He flies up in a flash of red light that tears across the sky towards the general vicinity of Futaba-as-an-armor and Princess. Boomer... de-maximizes, shrinking back down to the natural height of a human. He meanders right over towards Bowser, disregarding all the debris and chaos that doubtless lingers nearby, contained though it was. "Hey. If uh, if you're interested in McDonalds, I can show you the nice one. They're not even weird about it if you ask for toys." This is an actual recent topic of conversation for him. Butch looks around, still enormous. Brick just fucked right off. That means... he sighs. "Fuck. Now I'VE gotta go deal with the Mayor. God damn it." It has not occurred to him that Brick's absence is temporary. Shrinking back down to his standard but not inconsiderable size, he runs a hand through his hair and checks out the damage and the people alike. He obviously has no idea where to start with the task that has obviously fallen to him. He ends up spending the next three hours clearing debris by default.
Futaba Nuki	The worst part of being someone's armor isn't getting her body pounded in by someone mistaking her as that armor. <J-IC-Scene> Futaba Nuki says, "Ow, dang it, watch it! That's me you're hitting!" <J-IC-Scene> Nephra Tangent says, "H-uh, what?" No, the worst part is probably just being moved arund so rapidly, carried around, flying further and further into space, all while not really being able to predict where any of those movements will take her. Even though Futaba's flown before and even hitched rides on planes before, this is the type of thing that motion sickness thrives on. She can't even relieve that, either, since she's made such a big deal about encouraging Princess (without realizing that it's actually her first name) to do this in the first place. "Mmf... Futaba. My name's Futaba. Princess Nuki, ifyou ever stop by my neck of the woods, but... Nobody down there knows it." She is unaware of the websites and the speculation. "And you've got to be kidding about... Gh. Chickening out now. I've seen the movie. We got this." She says, brimming with audible confidence while also doing quite the good job about not letting any of her fear at dying come through her voice. The rattling in the armor can probably just be chalked up to turbulence or something, and there's plenty of power in her current form to handle everything that's going to be thrown at and out of them. She just needs to trust that Brick's going to get them in time. She can wake up later.
Powerpuff Girls	A red comet finds a guttering sun falling, entwined with an armor that had proved its bravery. The Satellite Armor - the form Futaba had taken from Princess Delilah Morbucks - was, mercifully, space-typed and resistant to fusion events. It didn't make them less sucky to soak, but soaking became possible. When the recharging beam from the second energy satellite had found them in high orbit, the flush of system energy had overcome the general failure for...     Just long enough for the day to be saved, thanks to... Everyone. Princess Morbucks, finally getting an excuse for that hug, takes a tired advantage of it as she hangs in space. Her ocular display happily reminds her that in twenty six minutes she will run out of life support. Closing her eyes, Princess groans. "Do you think Blossom will notice?" Princess asks, and Brick can tell she's joking, at least this close. She's joking... a little.