The Escapist Avatar Adventure: An Open RP (Now Re-Opened!)

Zepherus14 · Jul 17, 2016

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The Escapist Avatar Adventures | The Space Between Worlds | Passage to the Vices Realm
"I swear, if a corridor of guns appears out of nowhere, wouldn't even be mad"
Sloth | Wrath | Nina and Phillip

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Amongst the void between the stuff that makes the things we call the stuff, Nina was doing her best to hang out. Gravity much like her legs seemed to not feeling like quite working, maybe more like gravity light? Anyways Nina finally seemed to notice the splender that was in front of her eyes, her peepers a bit more wide than they'd normally be as she took it all in. "I should have brought my sunglasses..." She stated, although not covering her eyes either. "That one's pretty though~" She commented, then looked one marble planet over. "No not that one, although that's pretty good too. I was talking about that pinky purply swirl one over there." She restated, pointing it out the planet she'd seen. In the low gravity, voidy nonsense Nina's hair would be floating underneath her, acting like it was suspended in water. She looked 'under' her to see this, and although her head didn't seem to wanna go through the 'floor' it was sitting on, her hair seemed to have not got that memo. "Well at least you're having fun down there."

The sound of moving cloth in the void made Nina turn her head back to see Sloth offering her a hand. "Oh! Thanks Sloth." She replied gratefully, not having tried to get up just yet after her silent treatment to her legs. Shifting the weightless Phillip to her shoulder and placed a hand on Sloth's shoulder just to make sure she didn't instantly fall over again.

"Oh, that's right. I forgot that mortals have a tough time when it comes to our method of... Let's call it dimension-hopping." he said as he helped her to her feet. "Would have been good to know coming here, but- Well I dunno other than my legs seemingly deciding to go instantly to sleepy town wasn't too bad. I could get used to dimensional hopping." She gave him a reassuring smile as she finally got confident her legs weren't going to buckle on her again.

As soon as she was on her feet, he spread his arms and said in grandiose tones, "Welcome to the Space Between Worlds, as we perceive it at least. This is the Multiverse. Every orb you see is a world unto itself, with people living their lives and..." 'Huh, I wonder if mine's around here then?' He proclaimed in a tone befitting a space such as this, at least until the level of effort made him reconsider, letting out a sigh and waved a hand dismissively, "Blah, blah, blah, you get the picture. Some are linked, some not, but almost all of 'em are pretty much, uh, whaddya-call-it? Self-encapsulated, that's it." "Like that one scene from Men in Black, the one with the marbles and the aliens?" Nina asked, kinda getting what Sloth was talking about as she stared off at all the different marbles. When she turned back to Sloth, her had to push her hair aside to notice Sloth was on the move, slowly thankfully. She followed along, oddly Phillip's bag wanted to remain in place somewhat, gravity not affecting it as Nina seemed to drag it along more like a balloon than carry it like a bag.

As Nina was shown some of the marble worlds up close, her eyes eventually focused on one of the dark vines connecting them, bringing a hand up to finger flick at the air just above it. "Stupid llama..." Nina would eventually look behind her, mostly just enamored at all the things that were in here, and would eventually see the gigantic FF world map style Earth. "So... is that the old Nintendo came world?" She commented

"This place looks different depending on who sees it, but since you stepped through one of our portals, right now, you're seeing this place like a Vice would. 'But if it depends who sees it why would the portal matter?' Back there?" Sloth explained before jabbing a thumb backward, Nina nodded "That's the Earth we just left, 'So not Nintendo land... Oh well.' part of what we've come to call the Central Cluster. For some odd reason, that seems to be the biggest bunch of parallel worlds that we've encountered. All largely similar, but with their own quirks."

Nina raised her hand as if to ask a question, only for Sloth to continue. "And before you ask why that is, I can't say. Mortals aren't really supposed to know about this, and to be honest, we aren't even sure ourselves how that ended up happening. So, keep that to yourself, alright?" Nina's finger drooped slightly as her question was left moot, and as Sloth moved on she shrugged and followed along.

While Sloth gave his explanation of the Vice Realm and the rules, Nina would do her best to remain attentive and nodded as he listed off the different requirements of her to not get screwed over by this place. "But, follow the rules and keep to your best behavior? You should be perfectly fine." He ended with, Nina giving him a double thumbs up in response. "Alright, I'll be in in just a sec."

Once she was alone, she sat down and after realizing her bag was still acting funny had to turn away to grab the bag to bring it down to her, now facing away from the Vice Realm portal. She then opened it up, some of Phillip's tentacles floating up out of the bag. "So you heard Sloth right? Pretty sure we just gotta stop by there for a moment or two, and then we can get to the Rising Dawn. Then we can go find Ryan or at the very least get some snack stuff, alright. You're being real patient today, I really appreciate it~" She smiled and patted the top of the limp of tendrils before closing the bag and heading inside.

Diablo1099_v1legacy · Jul 17, 2016

Capitol Building Ruins: FULGORE Vs Titan Annie, Nightmare and Ryan

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[...Wrong Answer]

The Machine merely droned when Ryan attempted to talk to it.
It did go defensive slightly when the Author attempted to engage him, his HUD tracking every possible movement of his Kusarigamas to ensure he would be unharmed.
Just as soon as Ryan went to engage him however, his main priority target, the big ass skinless woman wrecking the city, began to make a move against his re-enforcement's.
Returning to a neutral pose, the machine then-...disappeared?
Once its active camo was online, he then made a super-human dash towards the Titan, ignoring the ninja-wannabe in the process.
He wasn't visible to the naked eye but the dust trails he kicked up on his way over sure were.
Getting to Annie's ankle, he quickly scaled the Titan's leg, using the jets in his limbs to sprint vertically along her body, dragging one of his forearm blades along her flesh to try and nick some major blood vessels.
At the peak of his accent, he launched himself off her shoulder before landing on her throwing elbow.
Before she could release her projectile, the FULGORE set off a Large Localized Explosion of Hot Plasma [https://youtu.be/_npw1PPnCJg?t=57s] right on the joint, badly burning the flesh at that area to the bone and causing her to drop the chunk of building she was about to throw.

To avoid getting punted off by her other arm, the FULGORE then climbed along her bicep before latching onto her head, using his blades as climbing hooks to get into her hair.
From this position, he had a good shot at the other monster and he decided to take it by launching several Ki Fireballs the size of cars [http://www.fightersgeneration.com/nx9/char/cvs2/rugal/a/special/rugal-cvs2-projectile3.gif] towards Nightmare in rapid succession, hoping to whittle her down while Annie was distracted.
All the while, the deployment of additional RAY units went ahead as plans, 3 more of the machines being dropped from their transports and activating prior to hitting the ground.
The streets were also firmly in the control of local World Marshall soldiers now that the Rising Dawn and their G-Corp support unit had pulled out.
This would be more important in a few minutes as missile launchers and Anti-Aircraft weapons began to roll towards the giants, while Annie and Nightmare weren't airborn, they would still be pretty hard to miss...

Diablo1099_v1legacy · Jul 17, 2016

Denver: Outside of Blast Site
I don't know what to put here so have a Kappa

Kalastryn | Miia| Elise | Jenny

With her backup more or less disabled, Jenny realized that the agents here would pose more of a threat then she thought. (Well-...then the computer chip connected to an AI back at World Marshall HQ embedded in his skull thought anyway).
She simpled glanced at Kalastryn as she seemed to be making a threat at her employer.
"Jenny, I don't even know if you can hear me anymore... but I promise you one thing. When this is over, whoever did this to you is as good as dead.

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[My controller as requested I deliver the following message :

"Awwww, I'm sorry, Jenny can't come to the phone right now. Please leave a message in your bloodstains and she'll get back to you."]
As if the crime they committed wasn't enough, but now her slavers were Taunting them but that would soon become the least of Kalastryn's worries as a pair of Protoss Psi-Blades ignited before the Gardevoir charged at her.
She moved a lot faster and a lot more expertly then Jenny would have, the pros of having Strider VR training programs implanted in your skull.
She prodded and poked at Kalastryn, attempting to size up her defenses before trying to grab one of her legs with her mental powers, hoping to trip her up before stabbing her in the gut.
To add to her offensive, a red LED on the side of her temple flashed before a large Psychic attack began to affect all non-cyborgs in the area.
Not because they were immune from Psionic Friendly fire mind, just that they were all already knocked the fuck out thanks to Miia and Elise's shenanigans and unable to feel the intense trobbling pain she was emitting to everything within range.

Silence · Jul 17, 2016

More open mouths formed like wounds on Nightmare's body, as it prepared against the Fulgore. Ryan spoke to Annie, and she ran off - to deal with the other Rays, which was Nightmare's assumption as well. It was a logical tactic.
All the more confused was it when the Fulgore, instead of attacking Nightmare, went after Annie - with a cameo, but footsteps which were more obvious to follow than even the robot itself.

Nightmare could not do something else like laugh out loud, a pained and painful from all over its body, not sounding happy, and more sounding like something was dying. Then, it stopped. Ryan made his way towards Annie. And he suddenly could hear the telepathic voice of Diana in his head, not matching the appearance of Nightmare at all:
"I don't know about you, but this robot seems far too confused by basic tactics. It should be no match for either of us. But - and that's why I am speaking in your mind - I am getting bored. We helped the others escape, and now we three are left. And all of us have a means to escape, before they hammer everything down on us.

I would suggest: You do the teleportation thingy with your girl Annie, and I fly out of here. It's no use exhausting ourselves for nothing. See you later."

With these words, Nightmare shifted, again - still a nightmare creature, but resembling the black dragon more. The tentacles formed together on its back, and took the form of wings. It started flapping, just a second before the fireballs came flying towards it.

They seemed to hit, but no sound was heard from Nightmare at first. Then, at the points of impact, mouths opened, and coughed out fire. Nightmare had used its shifting power itself to soften the hits - forming openings and swallowing the fireballs. Apparently it still came with a cost, as black goo was following the fire. The coughing fit took a second, in which Nightmare did not take off yet, but now it finally was time ...

Nightmare was already airborne as something crashed through the building between it and Annie. It did not even really notice the tiny thing, as it just felt similar to the sting of a mosquito. But like before, there was the intuitive reaction - a mouth was opened to soften the impact and catch what was flying towards it. So it hit Nightmare's lower body, then was partially crushed between the teeth of the newly formed mouth. The movement of the Fulgore was heavily restricted as it could notice the earth, above its head, flying away, fast.

An eye was forming next to it, oogling at the Fulgore, before another mouth spoke up near it, mocking the tone and pattern of speech of the Fulgore itself.

"Bzzt ... do you comply? Don't move, or there will be consequences. Do you comply? Should nature shift itself, you fall. Should you move, you fall. Do you comply? I see anti-aircraft weapons. Do you want to get hit by them? Do you comply? ... bzzt. You're pretty lame, running away like that, by the way."

The capitol building compound, then the houses of the city of Denver shrank away, as there was only one thing on Nightmare's mind: Finally getting out of this place. Like Diana had said, exhausting itself for nothing was not worth it. She just hoped that Ryan was not too stupid and could actually teleport to wherever.

"Want to visit the Rising Dawn?" Nightmare asked the Fulgore. "I will have to ask for permission first, though."

bluerocker · Jul 18, 2016

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When the agreement with the small children was made, the bartender set right to it, pulling out a small blender and throwing together the requisite ingredients, the conversation turned between the children and the undead woman,
"I think that thiss iss a great idea. Thank you. I undersstand so little about thiss place. You said you were out, fighting bad guyss? But you are jusst kids, right? Are they jusst allowing everyone to fight?

And this place has to be sso big! I don't even know where to sstart my questions! Maybe you have a plan for sshowing me around?"

Ton Ton and Cadolbolg looked between one another and shrugged, Cadolbolg being the first two answer among them "Well, I've been fighting for a long time. I used to explode."
[color=15650D]"And part of the reason I was 'born' was to protect someone dear to me...It's a little hard to explain, but let's just say it's a long story... And, not to sound strange, Ms. Anjali - but we have been used to combat in one way or another, but we choose to fight."[/color]

After Ton Ton said his little piece, the sound of glass clinking rang in the air as two tall milkshakes were pushed towards the children, a sight for sore eyes - especially after the long battle the Cutie Bruisers had endured.

As the two tucked in, Ton Ton turned thoughtfully towards the undead again, and struck up conversation once more, [color=15650D]"As far as touring you around the ship goes, I guess we could show you some common areas people use, like the bridge, but apparently there's stuff on the ship that me and Cadolbolg haven't looked into. I even heard there was a library, I didn't know we had that!"[/color]

Silence took root after that, the two children savoring their milkshakes to the last drop before Cadolbolg stretched his body in a manner similar to a cat, his feathery wings extending outwards as he gave a little yawn, "Okay! I feel full of energy now! Let's go~!"

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Following the departure of his previous trio of patrons, Luke began to place the previously used glasses into the mini washer, when his eyes alighted on the quickly approaching Rugal Bernstein.
Internally wincing, the devil in disguise did what he could to mentally prepare himself, thinking, [color=eca222]"I certainly hope he has a sense of subtly about him, just this once."[/color]

In another effort to keep any potential damage under control, the Bartender allowed his body language to loosen, shoulders sagging, expression low - for prideful types like Bernstein, showing some degree of deference aided in stroking the ego, making such clientele easier to sooth or do what you wanted with them; in Luke's case, keep his identity under wraps,

[color=eca222]"Ah... Mr. Bernstein, I've been expecting you. I take it you want to discuss the matter of the "stock", sir...?"[/color]
"Among other things. Get one of the imps to man your position."

Oh boy, it was going well, just in the direction Luke wasn't happy to see. With a quick gesture of the bartender's hand, an Imp took to the bar, as Luke was lead out of the Canteen to somewhere a little bit more discreet...

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The Airship Rising Dawn: Ton Ton and Cadolbog's Excellent Tour!
Anjali Khatri | Cadolbolg | [color=15650D]Ton Ton[/color]

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Mood Music [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-0lXaVkDJ9c]

Ton Ton got back onto the turtle-dragon's back, and the two fluttered back in the air as they became impromptu tour guides for one member of the undead. What followed afterwards was a whirlwind of sights and sounds for Anjali, as the two children excitedly explained to her all sorts of strange and unusual locations.

The first of which was a large and spacious room, with several metallic panels containing all sorts of buttons, lights, and meters reading out many sorts of things. A couple G-Corp grunts ran about, and on one display, Anjali could see a woman in a red hood speaking to some of them, making the occasional gesture. In the center, on a semi-raised dais, was an important looking chair, one of the grunts sitting and swiveling in it.
"This is the bridge, we meet here to talk about important stuff. And we got these really big windows - isn't that view cooool?" As per Cadolbolg's mention, in the front was a very large viewing window, easily dwarfing the trio who came to examine it. From the window, one could see clouds, the sky turning into a dark mixture of oranges and purples as the sun set downward, and the smoking destruction from the battle in Denver below. At least, Anjali would have kept a further eye on it, had not the Cuties dragged her off to the next destination.

The next place the duo brought Anjali was a selection of rooms that had windows looking into them. Beside each viewing area and door was a selection of panels with more techno-gobbledygook. Inside, from what could be seen in the rooms, were what appeared to be a random assortment of things, from combat dummies to archery targets. Or at least, what appeared to be them - these were made of paper and had the outline of a man drawn on them. Ton Ton was the next to chime in about these rooms,
[color=15650D]"These are the training rooms and combat simulators. I don't know everything that goes into them, but if you talk to the AI Dimitri or Vermilion, they help with a lot of the setup. They're very helpful, so it's good to be polite to them."[/color]

The next place wasn't somewhere that was entered - rather, the duo brought Anjali simply to the doorway that lead to this area, Cadolbolg speaking up again,
"This is the Hangar. We keep aircraft stuff here and often leave from here when missions start. It's also really busy, and the G-Corp guys that are working with us have sorta made it there nest. And Mother isn't able to change back to her human form right now, so she's stuck here, and she said we needed to relax. See, there she is, big and red - hai Mother~!"
True to Cadolbolg's word, "big [http://lparchive.org/Drakengard/Update%2025/17-wyrmdong32.jpg] and red [http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/drakengard/images/9/9f/Angelus_Lvl3.png/revision/latest?cb=20131230204032]" were rather apt descriptors for the dragon that was lounging in the Hangar. G-Corp grunts ran amok in the space, and one particular man in bandages was between shouting orders at the dragon and the men running around. As for the great red one herself, she seemed to resemble a big cat in her temprament, the tip of her bulky tail slowly moving [http://i.imgur.com/O56qbwb.gif] as she was being addressed. She looked up for a moment, hearing the turtle dragon dragon baby call out, and gently motioned her head to the side for the duo, with their friend in tow, to keep moving.

They didn't enter the next area either, Ton Ton taking on a somewhat reverential tone as he gestured to it's entrance,
[color=15650D]"That's the Med Bay, people go there when they get hurt, and one of our doctors - or the machines, will patch you up. We don't go here often, thankfully. I bet Ms. Angelus would pitch a fit if Cadolbolg here got hurt..."[/color]

The final place the duo brought Anjali to was a lengthy hallway filled with several doors that had small signs attached. When they came upon the hallway, Cadolbolg gestured grandly, "And this big hallway is where everyone sleeps! Erm... It's called the 'Private Quarters' or something like that. Anyways, if you're gonna stick around here, you're gonna need a room! We usually share ours with Mother and Father, but Mother's stuck in the Hangar..."

Ton Ton cut in, [color=15650D]"Either way, if you want a room, we can help you find an empty one, and then put you in the system! It's really easy! And, uh.. I guess that concludes the tour. The places we showed you are the ones we usually go to, so if you want to find others, you'll need to explore on your own. Any questions?"[/color]

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Avatar Adventures | The Airship: Rising Dawn | Hangar
Angelus | [color=9f2c68]Kazuya Mishima[/color]

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[color=9f2c68]"Bag-on. Mell them two land crown!"[/color]

The dragon's eyes slit as she was spoken to like some common animal, her tail swishing in equal parts impatience and annoyance at Kazuya's little outburst. Giving a pointed snort of her nostrils, the dragon did not move her head down to Kazuya's level, deciding instead to address him as she would any other annoying human, "I have a name, Kazuya, and as you know it, you would do well to address me by name. You wouldn't like it if I went and called you human like you were some common soldier amongst your ranks."

Angelus allowed herself to revel just a tiny bit in this moment - even with Caim's capture preventing her from exploring the rest of the ship, being in her true form felt nice during a quiet time of day felt nice, peaceful even - almost akin to when one stretches out a sore muscle. She hadn't lounged like this in some time, and to be in the presence of mortals, with power coursing through her veins again so freely - any sane person would do well to show caution and respect. Sensing that, the respect and awe of those much smaller, it felt nice, even if Angelus was feeling a little cranky. Oh, right - Kazuya asked her something. With another moment to drink in her sense of power among the soldiers, the dragon lifted one foreclaw of her wing in an imitation of a dismissive hand and spoke, "Let him be. If manages to open up his stitches, someone can carry him back to the Medical Bay."

Once the guards let the head of G-Corp go, the dragon turned her attention back to the bandaged and bruised mortal, and felt anger. It was because of him and his missions that her pact partner and her comrades were captured, and here he comes demanding deference? When he was the one who got himself wounded through arrogance and the wounding of a prisoner? Contempt filled her voice like the fires in her gut, her annoyance and sense of helplessness for the situation being exerted on the nearest annoyance, "And look, they listened, how about that? What do you want, Kazuya? Going to call in a mission so soon after we've finished?"

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Mood Music [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W5dcEXpViiI]

Garm would have answered Miss Mercury's question, were it not for the fact that he began to doze off, equal parts fatigue and Selena's potion healing his wounds lending to his sudden tiredness.

When his eyes snapped back open, he found that his former conversation partner had wandered to a different part of the Medical Bay and talking with some other faces he wasn't completely familiar with. He would let them be. Garm did not want to be here when his human companion was not, that and the bed wasn't the bed he wanted to be sleeping in. With an awkward sort of hop out of the bed, Garm managed to land on his feet without too much issue, and quietly meandered out of the Med Bay. The rest of the ship was familiar territory to the Winter Wolf, and in no time, he found himself back in front of the door to his (and Teri's) room. He gently nosed the door, and it opened without too much issue, allowing Garm back inside to his abode.

However with an inhale, the wolf only felt more heaviness in his chest. From the clutter of books, clothes, and varying random articles on the floor, to the unmade bed covered with pillows and plushies, all the wolf could smell was the combined scents of himself and his best human friend.

Flopping on the empty bed, Garm was able to stretch out completely, as opposed to his usual modus operandi of curling into a ball near the foot of it; his nose touching some of the stuff that littered what was usually his partner's side of the bed. One thing was a pair of small plush dragons[footnote]Continuity porn time! The blue one is from here [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/jump/540.101127.20528687] and the red from here [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/jump/540.101127.16056581][/footnote], one blue [http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51-QGBLRk2L._SY300_.jpg], and one red, reminiscent of the dragon aboard the ship. Ah, Garm remembered these. The blue one was a gift from Devon in that Persona land, back when Garm was first speaking and met his Persona, Gelert. Gelert didn't speak much, as far as Garm remembered, but his presence was helpful when things were more confusing and didn't quite fit together properly. The red one, he had to wrack his brains about, eventually remembering that it was a gift from another friend during a time of need, someone named 'Mark', he thinks. A lot of things in this room were like that; a gift from someone, a souvenir from a distant world, a component for a spell.

As Garm laid there, he remembered a conversation he had with her once, late at night, when she had woken from another nightmare. He couldn't remember what it was that brought it on, but his friend had said something to the degree of, [color=0E59E4]"Sometimes my memory is a little spotty, especially after I have an episode. I'm worried sometimes, that I'll forget something important; so I keep things, to help me remember. Is that weird?"[/color]

The wolf gently reached for one of the stuffed toys and curled around it on the bed, his eyes drooping closed again. Whenever he woke again, he would do everything in his power to bring his friend back to this safe place, he would be chided about rubbing his fur over everything, and things would go back to normal. He promised he would, after all.

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After being lugged and strewn about like common trash, Caim couldn't help but feel at least a little relief in being released from his bonds - only to be asked to promptly changed out of his raiment of steel and cloth. Well, it wasn't like he had another choice. His gaze flitted to the young woman in white and blue to survey her condition (after all, the racket in the truck wasn't a good sign), and what he saw wasn't particularly good. She was calmer, if only a little, with the restraints removed; but her eyes remained glued upon the floor, her form shaking, feet firmly dug into the ground - almost akin to a dog that had been beaten, fearing the next strike of his master.

The mute warrior's face tightened into a grimace before he looked away, fiddling with a strap on his arm guard as per their captor's orders. And yet, the more he tried to focus, the more he found himself distracted. The lack of a pact partner in his ears constantly made drowning out the noises of the others much easier, yet the silence was deafening in his mind, leaving him alone to try and fiddle with the damned strap. The girl was an adult, as were the rest of them. Even under the protective custody of Bernstein and the paladin, she was as trained as the rest of them... right? His children were certainly capable of handling themselves, and they didn't complain. They listened when he told them to evacuate (at least he could presume they did, seeing as they were not here), and they followed battle orders without question. They.. They were capable of avoiding capture. If they were here, they probably would have already caused a ruckus... Presumably. And maybe that's just what it was, the more the warrior allowed his mind to wander, if it were his children - they'd know better; and Caim could only hope they were doing alright. He saw Bernstein flying off, clinging to a claw of the red dragon that Caim called his partner, Ton Ton and Cadolbolg making haste to ascend back to their home base. With the girl absent and Angelus returning without the mute, Bernstein had to know knew his daughter was in the clutches of one of his enemies... What would Caim do if he were in his place?

"If it were my sons... I'd want someone to watch them."

He turned back to the priestess, her gaze remaining fixed on the floor and gave a voiceless sigh. Fine. He'd watch, if only for his comrade in arms; Rugal owed him one now. Caim ceased with attempting to remove the strap of his armor and quietly walked over to the Cleric's side, placing a hand gently on her shoulder to grab her attention. The young woman jumped, her head whipping up to meet the mute's gaze, a mixture of confusion and fear filling her eyes, [color=0E59E4]"C-Caim? Is... is 'he' gone?"[/color]

Ah, he suspected as much - the memories of Bruiser still ran deep in this one. Playing along with the little charade, the swordsman nodded slowly, then gestured his head over to the guards, then the changing stalls, an attempt to instill some gravity to the situation. The Cleric looked around, her expression still looking a little lost before she stammered, [color=0E59E4]"W-where are we? I.. I don't remember anything, aside from waking up, and it being cold..."[/color]

At that point, one of the guards spoke up, "Place your personal items in the basket. Remove all of your clothing and change into the clothes provided for you. Failure to comply will be met with force. Stop dragging your feet."

Caim gave the Cleric another small pat on the shoulder before walking towards the changing stalls in silence. The changing part, as far as he was concerned, wasn't too terrible, but as he was moved and settled into a cell, the mute warrior could feel a nagging weightlessness to his movements. His armor was, as his draconic companion had joked, a second skin for him - almost akin to the red scales she bore. Even while wearing a set of prison clothes, without the sensation of that extra weight on his shoulders, Caim almost felt he was going to float away. Still, being in a prison cell was no reason to be idle. As he awaited whatever was to come, the mute swordsman began starting a set of stretches.

Teri, on the other hand, after being calmed down (at least somewhat) by Caim, had taken a bit more issue with the changing situation. Being a modest young woman, and a priestess of sorts no less, the thought of having to change in front of her captors, as well as removing every last magical article and protection to her name... it was daunting, to say the least; but the threat of a bullet to her head proved to be a bit more convincing than her own personal shame. Keeping her head to the floor, the young Cleric swallowed down any tears that threatened to flow as she change.

The rest was a bit of a blur, as herself and her fellow prisoners were filed into cells; in Teri's case, in a cell with a pale young woman, a dark scar on her left eye and a missing arm on the same side. Before she had much time to take in her cellmate's features, the young woman began to speak,

"Now's not really a good time for that. We were already fucked. Time to get to thinking, again." she said out loud, as she sat down on the bed, which was more like a bench. "What's up with all of you, anyways? You act like you all lost your mind, just because you were caught."

Teri paused at hearing that, trying to recount the experiences that had happened thus far, from being captured to awakening and... Ah, of course, [color=0E59E4][sub]"I must have been trapped in a memory again.."[/sub][/color]

"What?"

The Cleric jolted back to reality again, and moved, deciding to sit against the opposite wall from her conversation partner. Pulling her legs close to her chest, the Cleric began again [color=0E59E4]"It's a little more complicated than just being upset about being caught. Don't worry about it..."[/color]
The young woman paused again, trying to think of a change in conversation - a distraction would help more than dwelling on what had happened earlier, lest she allow herself to relapse into another episode. She needed to try and stay calm, or at least as calm as possible. The rest of the Dawn was bound to show up as a cavalry... Right? No, can't dwell - distractions! Looking back to her cellmate, the Cleric began again, [color=0E59E4]"Now that I think about it - I don't remember seeing you until the truck, what little I remember anyways. I'm Teri. Who are you? I know why my friends and I were captured, but you look like someone who was nabbed from a cosplay convention. Armstrong declare Anime as the devil now?"[/color]

Teri felt the corner of her mouth twitch after her little joke and reflexively reached for her amulet, only to be reminded that there was nothing but air in it's place. Their captors really did demand everything to be taken, even the smallest of trinkets. As her hand drifted back to the floor, the Cleric could only sigh and mutter, [color=0E59E4]"...I hope you're okay, Garm."[/color]

Kalastryn · Jul 18, 2016

Denver: Outside of Blast Site
I don't know what to put here so have a Kappa

Kalastryn | Miia| Elise | Jenny

Code:

[My controller as requested I deliver the following message :

"Awwww, I'm sorry, Jenny can't come to the phone right now. Please leave a message in your bloodstains and she'll get back to you."]
As if the crime they committed wasn't enough, but now her slavers were Taunting them but that would soon become the least of Kalastryn's worries as a pair of Protoss Psi-Blades ignited before the Gardevoir charged at her.

Kala was not nearly as fast. She put up her arms in defense as Jenny made her advance. For a good few seconds, critical in the heat of battle, all Kala could do was backpedal, trying not to get torn to pieces. Jenny did catch her leg with her psychic energies, but Kala wasn't going down so easily. As she stumbled, she turned her momentum in a way that wouldn't have been possible if not for the fact that she wouldn't feel the pain of dislocating both her ankles to prevent falling over. Then, she whipped back at Jenny with a headbutt that gave her a couple meters of distance, one of the plasma blades Jenny wielded having found it's way into Kala's shoulder in the process. Though, there was a certain perk to being a zombie, no nervous system means no pain. No blood flow means no bleeding. So it was with a rather sickening crunching noise that she stomped to reconnect her dislocated feet to the rest of her.

That was when the psychic pulsing began to hammer into her head, like minor explosions popping out of her eardrums. It certainly made it hard to focus, that and the anger still present from the taunt her friend's captors leveled at her.

Mood Music [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-kemuZS2YRs]

Gripping one ear, she scowled as she replied "You know, I'll be sure to do that. First though, how about a magic trick?" she said, evidently having an ace left up her sleeve. Literally so, as she took out a deck of playing cards and drew five of them.

"I heard Bison was a psychic, so I was saving these for him, but FUCK IT! Change of plans!" She said, clawed hands swiftly tearing a king, queen, jack, ace, and 8 of spades into halves. If Jenny's handlers thought this was amusing, they soon wouldn't. The cards scattered to the wind, until they froze in midair and darted off in different directions, embedding themselves in the stonework of the mall. The psychic pulse stopped, and the cyborg was now just that. Temporarily at least, in this place, she had robbed Jenny of her psychic ability. If she could still feel, it would be very uncomfortable to say that least- a crushing pressure in her skull that wouldn't relent as that power was leeched away. It was like her skull was now an impenetrable force field, letting not even her own power escape it.

With that, Kala might have thought she turned the tide with one move, if she were smug. However, she was not. Psychic powers or no, Jenny was still fast and well equipped. As much as she hated to ask such a question though, was she fast enough to dodge lightning?

Flying up into the air now that there was little threat of a telekinetic slam as before, she did her best to stay out of Jenny's reach as she cast lightning bolts from her palms, hoping perhaps to short circuit the machinery that granted her captors control over her.

Diablo1099_v1legacy · Jul 18, 2016

Capitol Building Ruins: FULGORE Vs Titan Annie, Nightmare and Ryan

The FULGORE was expecting a number of tactics but this was one of the few he did not.
While flying though the air, he attempted to correct his flight path in order to gain some control, though it did little to help him when he got flung though the building.
Damaged systems were taken offline and power was re-routed before the machine was consumed by a fleeing Diana.
The robot struggled slightly until it glanced over at an eyeball that was staring at him and a mouth that was spewing verbal shit at him.
There was no expression on the unit's "Face" but he was able to get out some emotion though a movement of his wrist and blades [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBgX2yH-HXE].
The chest compartment of the machine then opened, exposing it's reactor core, right as Diana realized the machine was getting much hotter all of a sudden.
Like...REALLY hot, like she had a zit on her body full of molten lava.
It went without saying that the machine was spat about the same time that the flesh nearby began to sizzle, freeing the FULGORE and letting it fall back to the city below.

Refocusing on the main target, he then turned back on his camo before using the jets in it's limbs to make his way back to his target: The Titan.
"Yea, i'm sorry again. After this i'm going to create a new mask so it'll be easier to shout through. That was entirely my fault for letting him sneak up on you." Ryan attempted to apologize to the monster standing over him.
However, as they began to make their way out of dodge before World Marshall's forces overwhelmed them, the FULGORE made his play.
Uncloaking seconds before impact, he then charged head-first into Annie's chest with his blade's primed, like a man-sized bullet, and cut clean though the center mass of the Titan.
The machine then impacted the ground behind her, coated in blood and other body fluids as it slowly stood back up after nailing it's landing.

The charging of the reactor reached it's apex as the machine turned back around before unleashing Red hot laser death [https://youtu.be/VZZEXpm1DFU?t=1m2s] in a wide arc, cutting though buildings, flesh and anything else unlucky to be in it's way.

NotYetForsaken · Jul 18, 2016

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Code:

Deus ex Machina

Phenomena Intervention - Prime Unit Solomon

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Laeta had finally given up in her playful molestation of her younger sister when the words finally registered in her brain. "Dolly?" Her expression darkened slightly - there was a clear effort to hide the disdain from her face. Saren grimaced as her felt Laeta soften her grip. The younger girl had also now processed the gravity of Ruby's presence.

"Come on Ribbons," Saren said. She turned her head to look at Ruby. Her dark blue eyes were somber and lacked the fires of mischief that had become synonymous with the name 'Saren Selmy.' "Don't you know what happened?"

Laeta crossed her arms and sighed. She put a hand on Saren's shoulder, "I don't doubt that it'd be the first time Ruby has heard what happened. She moved away the summer that Lola... you know." Saren shook her head in an echo of silent disapproval.

"Whatever the case, you're right that Lola isn't here, and to be honest, Mom didn't tell us where we should meet her."

Losko plodded in on top of Vettya not long afterward. The little white rabbit was livid. "There has been a complication during the most recent mission." His voice was rather calm for how red his face had become, "You four would do well to remember that the Rising Dawn is a warship before all else. Children should tread lightly."

Saren frowned and put her foot on the white rabbit's face. "Don't talk down to me you little white fuck." Losko's face squeaked as Saren pressed down with the force of her weight. He made no movement against the physical abuse. "Where do you get off always acting so high and mighty?"

"Miss Saren," he said so seriously that Saren stumbled backwards onto the floor. Losko's eyes shone bright red and his face reformed into its round, white, mochi-like shape.

"What's with that sudden gravitas?" Saren said. Laeta shifted her attention to Losko. The white rabbit's unchanging featureless face gazed back.

"There is someone here to see you two."

Losko's voice gave away to a series of hurried footsteps. John turned the corner into the Canteen. His hair fell around his shoulders in loose tousles and his uniform had hastily been thrown on to his slim body. His eyes were tired, wearing black bags and rivers of red. "Laeta Selmy, Saren Selmy?" He spoke clearly but with a distinct urgency. His fingers tightened around his phone.

"Yes, that's us." Laeta said.

"Please come with me," John turned on his heel, "your sister is in trouble."

Silence · Jul 20, 2016

Avatar Adventures | The Rising Dawn
Nightfall
Diana

Once it felt the Fulgore heating up, Nightmare immediately did the smart thing: Shitting it out. It could not deal with more fight, more tricks. Nightmare was tired. Free now, the body slowly turned and twisted, while the wings were flapping to bring it upwards. After a bit of time, the black dragon Diana had returned, but it did not look good.

The wounds, hidden by the shapeshifting, now were visible, out in the open. As the black dragon rose towards the Rising Dawn, a tiredness overcame it. And once it flew into the hangar, seeking an empty VTOL spot to land, all could see most of the toll the fighting had brought, bar the psychic one.

All over the dragon's body, small, not very deep, but still hurting bullet holes could be seen. None of them bled especially strong, but there were a lot of them ... someone could probably count to one thousand and still not be done. It was obvious that keeping the pain contained exhausted the dragon. And these were just the small wounds, not even counting the places of the skin where bullets had hit, but dropped of harmlessly. They still could be felt.

One eye of the dragon was half-closed out of tiredness, the other one was completely destroyed, just showing some white blurs across the iris, and a dent in the eyeball. It did not look very healthy. Of course there was no concern for later, as an eye could be shapeshifted again, but for now, it was a big and obvious open wound. There were a few more wounds - parts of the dragon's claws were missing, and big, open gashes from super-heated blades could be seen all over its thick skin. The red blood from those was slowly gathering in a puddle under the dragon.

A few bigger lacerations, caused by rockets, would be seen on the dragon's back. It yawned, in a pained tone of voice, then carefully rest its head on its claws, and fell into a deep, black and nightmare-fueled sleep, not turning back into a human. Because turning into a human with those wounds would mean certain death.

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Avatar Adventures | Undisclosed Location | Cell
Nightfall
Mio | [color=0E59E4]Teri[/color]

[color=0E59E4]"It's a little more complicated than just being upset about being caught. Don't worry about it..."[/color]

Mio scratched her head. "Well, that's usually not how you deal with difficulties. Stating it's more dire, but then not talking about it. How could people help this way?" She laid down on her back, wincing a little bit as she lifted her right leg, and sighed.

[color=0E59E4]"Now that I think about it - I don't remember seeing you until the truck, what little I remember anyways. I'm Teri. Who are you? I know why my friends and I were captured, but you look like someone who was nabbed from a cosplay convention. Armstrong declare Anime as the devil now?"[/color] Teri spoke again, getting a confused glance from Mio.
"I wasn't nabbed from any costume convention. Is having white skin a new trend, or what? It's not that amazing." Despite having laid herself back, Mio sat up, then stood again, keeping her weight on her left leg. "And what kind of name is 'Armstrong'? Is he master of arm wrestling or what?" She gestured quite a bit. "Why ever would he choose that name if he could declare something the devil.

... Oh. I am Mio, by the way." she stated, giving a small bow, "Mio Kaizuko, dragon of the east, pirate extraordinaire. Choose me as your captain, and booze, bounty and booty will be plentiful! But now, fair lady," the glance Mio gave Teri was very obviously checking her out, "This is a dire situation. Do not worry, it will not take forever to rescue you - and me - from this place. But, and this should be known, ... what the fuck is going on? I was apparently under some kind of spell, then met a beautiful lady with some spiders from a 'Rising Dawn' - good name for a ship, by the way - she joined some kind of fight, I lost her out of vision but could observe dragons fighting.

I wanted to find the spider lady again, as I had promised her to help her in the quest to rescue a fair maiden, a daughter of some 'Rugal', but then people apparently just ... didn't care about environmental damage at all! Why would you waste this many cannonballs on a grassfield!
In any case, I, to my dismay, had to find cover, but was not quick enough and fell unconscious. I woke up in the truck. And now I do not know what this place is, and where to find the fair maiden - unless it is you, of course - and I do not know why I am being imprisoned, which is different from all the times before. So ... if you could explain the situation, I promise to you, I will get us out of here, and find this 'Garm'."

Mio took Teri's hand, bowed again, despite it apparently not being very pleasant to her leg, and gave it a kiss, like a chivalric knight would do. She then stepped back and began to inspect the cell, the walls and the bars and the keyhole, while Teri could explain to her.

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Avatar Adventures | The Airship: Rising Dawn | Key Locations
Nightfall
Anjali | [color=15650D]TonTon[/color] | Cadolbolg

Anjali watched all the rooms she was led to for a while, being amazed as to how big the ship was, and how all of it worked together. TonTon and Cadolbolg always had to tip her on the shoulder, to get her moving again. The first one was already a room she could have watched forever.

"This is the bridge, we meet here to talk about important stuff. And we got these really big windows - isn't that view cooool?" Anjali nodded, and lost herself in the view of the sky, clouds and city. She tried to make out details of the city, and she could see some of the ruins. She wondered why someone would do something like this. Who the enemy was, and what the people of the land thought of the desctruction. As TonTon and Cadolbolg led her away, she could only take a short glance at the red-hooded woman and the Grunts. What they did confused her more than anything, so she was glad to get to another place, first.

[color=15650D]"These are the training rooms and combat simulators. I don't know everything that goes into them, but if you talk to the AI Dimitri or Vermilion, they help with a lot of the setup. They're very helpful, so it's good to be polite to them."[/color] That these were for practice was obvious, even to Anjali, so she took solace in the strange familiarity. She did not know what an AI was, however. For now, she tried sending out a spirit snake to one of the archery targets. It levitated towards it, slowly, until it wind around the target and flew back towards Anjali, and into her finger. Then she went with the small ones, eager to see another place.

"This is the Hangar. We keep aircraft stuff here and often leave from here when missions start. It's also really busy, and the G-Corp guys that are working with us have sorta made it there nest. And Mother isn't able to change back to her human form right now, so she's stuck here, and she said we needed to relax. See, there she is, big and red - hai Mother~!"
Anjali did not know what to say. The hall was huge, bigger than she had imagined a building to be. There was a full dragon inside! Something straight out of the tales she had heard when she was a child. Her eyes were full of wonder. And the mother of those little ones was apparently a dragon ... she thought there was something nice about this place, the whole airship. You could never know what to expect.

Looking into another place, Anjali could see a whole lot of injured and sick people. She felt like she should help them, but there apparently already were a lot of strange doctors, and even stranger machinery, doing their work. [color=15650D]"That's the Med Bay, people go there when they get hurt, and one of our doctors - or the machines, will patch you up. We don't go here often, thankfully. I bet Ms. Angelus would pitch a fit if Cadolbolg here got hurt..."[/color]
Anjali nodded, she agreed. It would probably be best not to visit it too often - not sure how people would react to a dead person inside the medicine room, and no telling how exactly she, as an undead, would be healed.

The last place, the hallway to the private rooms, was comparatively easy to look at and understand. "And this big hallway is where everyone sleeps! Erm... It's called the 'Private Quarters' or something like that. Anyways, if you're gonna stick around here, you're gonna need a room! We usually share ours with Mother and Father, but Mother's stuck in the Hangar..."

Ton Ton cut in, [color=15650D]"Either way, if you want a room, we can help you find an empty one, and then put you in the system! It's really easy! And, uh.. I guess that concludes the tour. The places we showed you are the ones we usually go to, so if you want to find others, you'll need to explore on your own. Any questions?"[/color]

Anjali did not even react at first, trying to gather her thoughts and process all she had seen. Then she said: "Thank you ssoo much! I was not expecting thiss many weird and huge roomsss ... umm ... well, having a room would be nice, thank you. I would be immensely grateful if you could help me find one.

As for other questionsss ... there are so many things here, I do not know where to start. Maybe ... do you know who the red lady was in the bridge room? I could just take a glance at her. Umm ... are there windows like that in the private roomss? I would like to have one ... I do hope they stop the war down on the ground, though. What are these AI Dimitri and Vermilion? I would be polite to them, but if I do not know where to find them, I can not really ask them anything.

"And there is your mother, a dragon ... a really big dragon! She's sso beautiful! How does she care for you? How is she your mother?" Anjali kept her mouth open, as if she wanted to continue to ask questions, but then stopped, and looked at TonTon and Cadolbolg, thinking this was enough at first.

Diablo1099_v1legacy · Jul 20, 2016

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Bison knew the drill, he had owned prison camps before, set up in his name to house those who would stop him.
He also recalled his brief stint in UNIT after his last "Failed Empire", so he knew the best way to get out of this in one piece was to shut up and do what you were told when you were told.
It didn't make it any more enjoyable but as others were soon finding out, acting out would get you nothing but beaten up.
As such, he managed to keep him mouth shut after his first outburst (Now, if only the womenfolk could do the same...)
He let out a sigh of relief when Katya was hauled away, glad he wouldn't have to listen to her raving, possibly ever again depending on who was unlucky enough to get her a cell mate.
While the Rising Dawn were lead into their cells, Bison didn't struggle or need much prompting as he marched into his own, already trying to figure out a flaw in their system or some weakness he could use to escape.
He was not beaten, he was not lost, he was not finished, this was merely a setback, that's what he told himself.

Pangs of guilt began to un-nerve him as he started to recall his first failed effort to remove Armstrong from the equation.
It was so simple, Bruiser would go to one of his meetings, posing as a client, then murder the shit out of him and anyone else nearby.
He never learned what became of his co-worker and friend since then, only that Armstrong still lived and that he never heard back from the Machoke.
Grumbling slightly, he resigned himself to a meditative pose on his bed, focusing his energy to try and force himself though the T-Minus in his veins.

David meanwhile tried to stay calm as the situation began to grow more and more intense as time went on.
Katya was taken away, Teri was loosing her cool and Nadalia just got the shit kicked out of her.
Gritting his teeth as he was shoved into his cell, trying to figure out what the hell he could do to help.
"...We even going to get a lawyer?!" he spat before pounding his fist against the door.
There was little he could do even as Nadalia got her ass kicked, wincing as he heard the beat down.
"[sub]ahhhhh, shit, shit, shit[/sub], SHIT!" He cursed as he began pacing in his cell, not really able to much else.

The Prison soon became far more noisy as an alarm sounded: "Attention! CEO on the floor! All Guards to Positions."
Right on cue, every single guard dropped what they were doing before returning into formation, standing at attention and keeping their eyes open for any attempts on their employer's life.
Two figures began to make their way down the hallway, each Cyborg Guard giving them a salute as they went past.
Leading the way was World Marshall's top official: Sundowner [http://www.capsulecomputers.com.au/wp-content/uploads/2012/11/metal-gear-rising-artwork-7.jpg], clad in heavy armor as he ran his machete along the bars of each cell he passed.
And right behind him: Armstrong [http://cdn.dutchcowboys.nl/uploads/images/steven-armstrong-metal-gear-rising.jpeg], Sentor of the great state of Colorado and de-facto dictator for the entire city of Denver.
Both men merely glanced at the rest of the Rising Dawn, looking rather content with themselves as they stepped up to Bison's cell.
[color=6c1504]"....You here to gloat, Armstrong?"[/color]
"Oh don't be like that. I'm certain you would have been just a graceful a winner as I am."
[color=6c1504]"...So not at all then?"[/color]
"...Well, no. I guess not."

"Oi! 4-eyes! You in the suit! You were after Bison, right? So what the hell do you need us for?" David pointed out, seeing if he could use his Irish Charm to talk his way out of this.
"Simple. You're with him. After all, why else did your organization stage a major attack on not only on one of America's greatest cities, but also on MIT and one of our most secure military bases?" Armstrong answered with the most punchable faces in the world.
So much so that David attempted to do so anyway, despite the cell door getting in his way.
"Add that in with a majority share in Fox News and I can spin this any way I want. My client paid top dollar to ensure that your people wouldn't get in the way and I intend on delivering. Namely because unlike some people, he actually pays. The Presidency is a nice bonus, not to mention that little "Toy" you put in orbit..."
[color=6c1504]"...What are you talking about?"[/color]
"The Orbital Defense Initiative. ODIN. [http://callofduty.wikia.com/wiki/ODIN_Space_Station] That space weapons platform we passed the funding for?"
[color=6c1504]"...But it was never designed to work-"[/color]
"I know, it was part of your scheme: Run for office, get that scrap heap up in orbit, turn on that magical "Psycho Drive" of yours hidden inside and then have your brainwashed followers crave a 5th head into Mount Rushmore..."
[color=6c1504]"How did you-"[/color]
"Oh come on, it's America. Who did you think owned the company the state contract went to? Some Silicon Valley dickweed? Only unlike them, I actually know the value of such a weapon in the right hands..."

"You seriously think UNIT or any other of the global powers are going to let you put a death ray into orbit?" David asked, knowing how UNIT would most likely react to a US President building a kill-sat above their heads.
"...Well, first, it's not a "Death Ray", it's a orbital kinetic bombardment weapons platform. Second, It's alright up there. Bison, once again, was rather helpful in that regard. With all eyes on the world on him, they didn't notice when I stepped up the launch schedule after the attack on MIT. All I need know is the authorization to launch and with the front-runner "Dropping out" of the race..."
[color=6c1504]"Can we just skip to end of this? You already gave away your plans, you're now going to insult us and explain why you'll never be stopped. It's bad enough you're hitting every cliche in the book, but you're not even doing it Well."[/color]
"...Fine, fine. Allow me to leave you with a token of my thanks for all the...assistance you've given me over the course of this election cycle...Bring him in."
Upon command, Sundowner nodded before whistling to a group of guards dragging along a rather large prisoner with a bag over his head.
[color=6c1504]"...What is this?"[/color]
"I suppose you can call it the the part where "I explain why I'll never be stopped". Because none of you are leaving this place, Alive, Death or anything else. I don't let anything here got to waste, regardless of it's usefulness or my personal opinions about them. Case in point, I brought over an old friend of yours..."
[color=6c1504]"....No-...no, you didn't-"[/color]

The Door to Teri and Mio's cell swung open as Bison edged closer to watch the large prisoner get thrown onto the ground and he was HUGE, even made Rugal look small by comparison.
It was hard to tell under his stained prison uniform but he clearly wasn't human, most humans don't have pale blue lizard-like flesh or survive the kind of injuries he sustained during his stay here, a rather mutilated arm, several broken bones that were never set and there was a number of scars running along his arms and body.
The bag off his head was removed to reveal a head almost akin to a crocodile's with a number of broken fins on his head.
"I shall you leave you to your reunion. Sundowner, oversee the next shift. I'll be placing the FULGORE on guard duty when he's done hunting down the rest of the rabble, he'll relieve you then. Make sure their stay is-..."Engaging"."
"Believe I can arrange that, Have a good one, Boss." Sundowner happily said before motioning for the guards to resume their duties (And beatings) while the prisoner began to wake up.
[color=6c1504]"...You son of a *****...ARMSTRONG! I SWEAR I WILL FIND A WAY OUT OF THIS AND I WILL END YOU FOR THIS?! DO YOU HEAR ME?! I WILL NOT BE BEATEN HERE!"[/color] Bison began to shout at the leaving Senator as the unknown prisoner let out a low groan as he seemed blinded by the light in the cell, but he was able to get out a single word.

"...[sub]Teri?[/sub]..."[/quote]

Orinon · Jul 22, 2016

Rising Dawn:Med Bay: Icarus, Selena, Garm, Danny Boy, Rory Mercury, Kazuya Mishima Staff

After Selena and Icarus had their peaceful moment Icarus saw a strange youthful looking woman glaring holes into Icarus and Selena Danny Body Had taken place in the corner.
One thing Icarus had realized was he felt alot better than he had any right to be he was back to 85%. "Selena we should go, We need to help the others. I have a Plan but I need to check something" Selena nodded "Also Have you seen my Cloak I feel cold without it."
Selena took Icarus's Hand "I wasn't sure how to have it cleaned with all the feathers. I think Your wool cloak is in our room.
He nodded and the two left Danny boy suddenly perk up his ears. A figure slowly became visible to Rory a tall figure in a black cloak with a deep hood you could just make out the long beak from a raven mask. He held a black oaken stiff Moat notable was a silk bag at his belt the fine purple silk seemed to have an energy, inside were souls of the dead within the bag He was a reaper, He was The Raven King. He waved to Rory, Bowing low out of respect before fading away into black smoke, a moment later he reappeared but he was a spirit, He looked in the direction of the girl WHom had asked him a cryptic question.
"You are young and you are innocent, You ask if peace could last forever, This is sadly not truly possible peace ad love will last as long as it can bu t like life it is temporary, all things change and all things end. I may seem eternal but even my existence is finite As is Rory's eventually she will change and as bizarre it may seem she to will meet an end some day. I wish I could provide a better answer. I must depart but I shall not be taking your soul, He waved and faded away into smoke.

Icarus had retrieved his Midnight blue woolen cloak he had wandered until he was in a silent part of the Dawn "Dad if you can see this.... I'm sorry.
He took a deep breath and pinched his nose "Rising Dawn emergency code: 4BBB 5U 7G." he looked around he might have been able to fool AI into thinking that was his fathers voice, he was sure he had the right password but nothing happened.... Great now he felt awful AND his plan wasn't working.

Diablo1099_v1legacy · Jul 23, 2016

Denver: Outside of Blast Site
You need to bother me more about my posts...

Kalastryn | Miia| Elise | Jenny

The ones controlling Jenny remotely were clearly confused about the situation as it seemed to be both in the middle of a silence effect and fully functional.
While this unit was designed to work without Psionics, it wasn't designed for this kind of metal lockdown, quickly knocking much of it's systems out of whack while they tried to find a work around back at HQ.
Jenny screamed in pain as the outstanding order to attack with Psychic power was starting to become her downfall, only snapping it out of it when they order was cancelled.
When Kalasyryn attempted to attack her with lightening bolts, the unit quickly took steps to mitigate the harm, absorbing and parrying the projectiles with her Psi-blades.
Once she was done with her barrage, she then scraped the blades along each other, releasing the charge back into the sky above her.

While her Psionics were interfered with, it did limit her offensive abilities but the rest of her Cyborg frame was still rather strong, as proven by the fact she carved up bits and pieces of the area around her before launching them skyward with speed and skill that could match Rugal.[footnote]

Rugal said:
"...If I was suffering from a terrible hangover...and having a really off day...and only had to use my teeth..."

[/footnote]
In-between attacks, the handlers on the other end attempted to run tech support, trying to undo whatever hex or debuff Kalastryn had put on their weapon.

Diablo1099_v1legacy · Jul 23, 2016

World Marshall Secure Location: Anomalous Materials [http://img00.deviantart.net/f187/i/2012/052/e/0/science_by_mikrob-d4qgzfi.jpg]
"HATE. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I'VE COME TO HATE YOU SINCE I BEGAN TO LIVE."

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[Sorry, that was my "I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream" audiobook.]

ARES | Viscus | Dimitri

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ARES's "Un-cooperative" actions did not go un-noticed by the staff (I mean, how could they not?) as they scrambled for safety.
While they worked with weapons and Cyborgs all day long, they wouldn't know the first thing about an actual fight and the entire room was a chorus of "GET THE EM FIELD UP FOR FUCKS SAKE!" as they all hid behind their desks and consoles.
The Security in that sector was used to this kinda thing happening, countermeasures for electromagnetic pulse technology were getting more and more common in their world, nevermind others.
As such, the nearest Cyborg guard pulled out a Specialized EMP Blade [http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/metalgear/images/c/c1/MGR-StunBlade.png/revision/latest?cb=20140115004036] before firing it up, massive levels of live current arcing from it as she did.
Vaulting over one of the computers, he then struck at ARES with the weapon, the impact of which, when described in biological terms, felt like all the oxygen in her body leaving all at once.
In more accurate terms, it rendered a massive surge of power though all her active systems, effectively shutting them down until they could be rebooted.

"How many damn times do I have to tell you, you put the EM Field up THEN you scan the subject!" The Guard yelled at the staff as they were able to get the fabled EM field active, their excited nature at getting such an advanced weapons system clouding their judgement.
With it active, a small spinning device came down from the ceiling, saturating all non-World Marshall equipment with specialized EM waves, though to avoid all the headaches that would case, it was localized solely to the android rack.
As she recovered, she saw the Lab Tech with the Bison hat standing over remarking "Clearly self aware and intelligent. Get the rack back up and finish the scan. No need to get feisty, just want to see what makes you tick-tock..."
Her little outburst made her the most interesting thing in the room, least more interesting in Boring stone masks [http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/jjba/images/7/7c/StoneMaskAnime.png/revision/latest?cb=20160414040332] and A weird gold bar from Australia [http://img15.deviantart.net/ec74/i/2013/293/6/2/scout_s_australium__video__by_spay1100-d6r80ys.jpg].
They notable examined the large gaping hole in her chest, least now that they were safe and protected by a annoyed looking guard.

Diablo1099_v1legacy · Jul 24, 2016

Capitol Building Ruins: FULGORE Vs Titan Annie and Ryan

With the area cleared of Giant Monsters, the RAY units were able to deploy safely, if a bit far away from where the actual action was.
Still, they secured their LZ and forced the enemy to give up ground, another step in the on going process of evicting the Rising Dawn and G-Corp from the city.
The FULGORE was not yet finished however as it attempted to keep up with the fleeing Titan, using it's Camo and jet systems to keep himself moving at a similar pace to the monster before coming to a halt on a nearby rooftop and uncloaking.

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[My Employer's offer still stands. Surrender now and no further harm will befall you. The City is under World Marshall control. You will not escape...]

He droned as Annie could see the mechs int he distance roar before seemingly unfolding their wings and-

Bright sparks in the distance soon resulted in a much larger missile barrage then the first one they barely survived began to race towards them.
Seeing how it was a carpet bombing-style missile strike, the FULGORE ensured it's own safety by leaping off the building and using the incoming missiles as platforms in midair, keeping him airborne and outside of the missiles effective blast radius.

NotYetForsaken · Jul 25, 2016

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Puppet

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dolly's story

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"Venia dignus error is humanus"

Naamah leaned back against the wall and closed her eyes. She had a mild headache. The rhythm of passing souls bombarded her sensitive eyes with a display of obnoxious color. Naamah grimaced and closed her eyes tightly to try and down out the cacophony of souls in a sea of internal darkness, but the density was too much to shut out and the bright colors of emotion leaked into her dark sanctuary. The reds were bright and sharp, cutting as knives, the blues were deep and cold - such that they burned her bosom, and yellows and greens danced on her skin like blunt strikes - a feeling she was not so keen on feeling twice in one life. Her body was bare against these emotions of pain, fear, hate, and worst of all, hope and they took her lack of protection as an invitation to cover her young body with their slimy dispositions.

Now of all times she remembered why she hated mortals. She absolutely despised them, short-lived, short-sighted, ignorant and dangerous. They were as fireworks - amusing to gaze at from afar, but quite dangerous and malicious when in close proximity. Now the young queen wished for her alter-ego to come out of that accursed shell of hers and take over while she rested.

Being Naamah was hard. "Yes indeed," she muttered under her breath, opening her eyes a little as to check on the current state of the observation room. Besides the swirling eyesore of colors that mortals called 'souls,' the conduit that she liked to call Rory was now standing facing the glass of the operating room.

Naamah perked up. There was something else in the swarm of cancerous colors, a twisting entity fighting against the very fabric of creation. Naamah closed her eyes and braced herself. The air around her burned with ice and grew both wet and dry - a crackle of soft static filled the inside of her ears. She opened her observing eyes, glowing green and burning with gold embers.

The color of the souls grew to such a degree that it physically pained Naamah to look. Each of those souls clamored for an observer to fortify their being so that they would not fade back into the oblivion where they had once been born. Between the sea of clashing colors Naamah saw... something. A sea of gold. Something bright, warm, metallic. Something which by it's very nature defied the senses. It was... nothing as far as Naamah could tell. She strained her eyes further to try and make it out, though the only response was a sudden overwhelming wave of emotion - this time born out of neither a mortal nor an immortal. The very though flooded her mind and swept her up like the ocean it was. An infinitely vast sea that was at the same time infinitely deep. A liquid light that washed across Naamah's body with the consistency of warm milk, enveloping her body like gentle hands caressing each inch of her skin. She breathed deep and willed the vision to vanish, but it persisted. It was swarming in through a breach in the world - an emptiness that was the space once occupied by the soul of the girl named 'Dolores Selmy' - and the very nature of it's being was relentless and without mercy.

It struck deep into Naamah and filled every corner of her body, a groping hungry liquid. It sought to shine a light into her deepest depths and peel off the layers of protection the young queen held around her black heart. Naamah struggled, doubling over in pain and effort. She tried to close her eyes, but found that she couldn't. The light held her body in bondage.

It's strength grew the more Naamah acknowledged it. It now came surging forward, wrapping it's tendrils around Rory and Molly and seeping out of the observation room into other places on the Rising Dawn. There was this strange desire for her to let go, to allow this sea of light to sweep her away into thoughtless oblivion. Tears wet her cheeks through the washing waves of liquid gold. Her heart felt so heavy. She just wanted to cry. Living was hard.

"Yes indeed," came the answer. The very nature of the sea spoke and when it did it trembled, sending a deep penetrating thrum into Naamah. It was uncharacteristically calming. It sounded... like a mother's heartbeat. Naamah let her head rest against the surface of the golden sea and found it warm to the touch. The thrums came again, quelling her anger and rage. The texture of the liquid was smooth but tight, holding a strange softness that she would not have attributed to water. It was like laying against the gentle embrace of her mother. Naamah tried to stifle her tears.

She remembered little of her mother. Like Naamah, her mother had been a member of a harem. A glorified sex slave sold off to wealthy individuals in an ancient world, she had known her scarce, being torn from her bosom in her infancy and raised with other girls in a slave house. Though she could not remember the face of her own mother, Naamah could recall the baked stone and bright paintings that had been the walls of her cell for ten years. She hated colors. Those reds and blues and purples and greens that mocked her from high above. The portraits of uncaring gods, and the grinning faces of fat lords. When the flames of war tore the walls of her city apart she could not have been more ambivalent. She wandered the smoking ruins bloody streets as the army of bronze came storming through the city day and night. She remembered them seeming more like machine than men. Dressed head to toe in gleaming metal and wielding not spears, but strange flat leaves forged of black rock. None of them had paid her any heed. They had not come to rape and pillage - they had come to bring laws to a lawless land and the glory of god to a godless realm.

"Tell me more," the voice whispered as it delved deeper into Naamah's heart, peeling back each layer of black scars with a gentle tug.

Solomon. Naamah's Solomon, came the week after the city had fell. Unlike other kings he did not ride upon a horse nor was he carried by slaves. He walked barefoot across the carnage wearing robes of white and gold. He had a gentle smile and caring eyes. Behind him the sun gleamed like a halo, announcing his divine right for all to see. Where Solomon went, miracles followed. He bid that there be temples to the greatness of god, and the earth exhumed bodies of stone to construct those temples. He bid that all the children of god would rise, and they rose from the rivers of blood unscathed. Then he bid that those who were of the dark faith repent, and they fell to their knees and begged god for forgiveness. Around him spears turned to plowshares and shields to wheels. The very roads smoothed so that he could walk unimpeded, and when he smiled the sun grew brighter so that all could witness him and revel in his joy.

Naamah approached him when he had come on the third day. She was a naked wretch that bore the scars of battle on her young thin body. When Solomon saw Naamah, he had smiled. The clouds above parted, and where it had been raining to wash the city of blood, now sun shone so that Naamah would be warm. He had bent down and embraced her. His robes felt weightless and cool as if they had been woven from clouds.

One of his retainers had approached. Why this one? He had asked. Naamah looked at him. She was still naked, though no longer so cold nor so hungry. The pains had been washed away by Solomon's embrace. Solomon stood up, cradling Naamah in his arms. Why not? He had said. Look at her eyes, they are as emeralds.

A child of savages. The retainer said. He gazed upon Naamah's naked form with contempt.

A child of God. Solomon corrected him. What is your name?

Naamah did not answer because she could not. Naamah had no name.

Then you will be Naamah, my wife. Solomon said. And as he said it, it was so. Naamah was Naamah, and Naamah was very happy to be Solomon's wife. Naamah's Solomon, and Solomon's Naamah. This child, this Naamah is blessed by god, for god has bid her to seek me so that I may be given a most virtuous companion. For I, god's prophet, son of David, and King of Israel would not be found in the company of those who are not god's own. For look, this child is the daughter of kings and descendant of the line of these pagan lords. These emerald eyes attest to her lineage, we may find a most treasured girl of royal blood amidst the palace ruins is divine providence.

Such did Solomon speak, and so it was.

Solomon owned seven hundred wives and three hundred concubines, but it was Naamah only who bore him his son. So Solomon had on thousand women, but only Naamah had Solomon. Forevermore Naamah would then say that it was Naamah's Solomon and not simply King Solomon.

Naamah was crying now. Tears streamed down her cheeks in heavy droplets, and she hand found herself tucking her knees into her chest as she cried. Her eyes had dimmed and the sea of light had grown less material.

Naamah was crying because Naamah's Solomon barely spoke to Naamah anymore. Naamah was crying because Naamah had outlived Rehoboam. Naamah was crying because Naamah hadn't cried in many years. Naamah didn't understand where the pain in her heart had come from, but now it was pouring out like water. Like Naamah's tears. Naamah couldn't stop it. Yes indeed, Naamah couldn't stop it. Naamah could only sob and think and regret and cry more. With each tear Naamah felt the pains in Naamah's heart ebb away, the aches in Naamah's muscles lessen, and the fatigue in Naamah's eyes vanish. Naamah was sleepy. Naamah was tired, "Yes indeed..."

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No, I am not Dolores Selmy. You are right. Although Mr. Raven King seems to have misheard me quite gravely... either that or I flustered him so much that he had to leave immediately! I am neither a soul nor a mortal mind - yet furthermore to speak of peace to me is most droll! Though I have no name, the voices of my children call to me always speaking the words "Venia, venia" so that I am now this Venia, Mercury-dono.

I just don't get it. You immortals don't make any sense to me at all...

On one hand you all act aloof and powerful, and on the other you are all full of small vices like duty and honor. Such is the great contradiction. That gods are eternal and so are eternally children.

Nevermind me, nevermind me! How rude it is that I keep musing while you take time to speak to me Mercury-dono! I am not in any danger, far from it, very far from it! My body will not perish because it has many guardian angels that watch over it! Please do not worry about it Mercury-dono. In fact... should a reaper even try to harvest the souls that my body carries, ah... I suppose it would be impolite to speak about my sisters that way. I will just say that they are much less amicable than I am!

In fact, I wonder about my own potential. I have already told you the story of the companion you call Naamah, and the founding of her name and the scars that she wears upon her fluttering heart. Woulds't you also, once seeing the true nature of my being, bind me to eternities unborn? I am the feared one, so it is said, one who has been called both compassion and hysteria. For now I am content to merely speak betwixt the dreams of mortal souls, to offer the comfort of the great mother, but in time not too far from now I will have gathered my strength I think, and my body will let me into this world held so dear.

Then let it be known that should'st that event occur, it will be the end of this world. That this merciful dream will be shattered and the simple thoughts of this finite life be forever undone. Within the sea of compassion, all becomes one and in becoming so, all things are destroyed.

My, my! I ramble, I ramble. Please Rory-san, don't think too much of it~! Enjoy your time as a being locked between gods and humans! Please enjoy this time, in the presence of friends and in the midst of adventure. For it is a joyous time and a time full of life. Don't take things too seriously!

After all, too err is human and to forgive, divine. You and your kind are the only ones to forgive your own selves!

Generic NPC 22 · Jul 28, 2016

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The concept of American style prisons had always bothered the Rising Dawn's Resident Hackivist. In the system in the United States was geared more towards punishment rather than rehabilitation and as a result, the county had an insanely large rate of recidivism. Now that she had been stuffed into a prison cell with two other paragons of society, Katya Rostikova found the concept even more inhumane. It wasn't that she was being treated more like an animal than a human being or the fact that the guards' use of force bordered on war crime, it was the fact that she was bored. The prison cell was boring, the guy next door was boring and the guards were boring (when they weren't exercising their authority to be complete and utter douchebags). It was because of boredom that prisoners became dangerous. In the forty-five minutes that the Model of Modern Adolescence Gone Awry had figured out no less than seventeen objects that could be converted into prison shanks as well as attempted to communicate with other prisoners using the "party line"[footnote]Prison Party Line: The use of the interconnected sewage lines between prison cells as a means of communications. This is accomplished simply by emptying out the bowl of the toilet and screaming down the drain.[/footnote] (No one was picking up). If her cellies were looking at her strangely during her previous escapades, those expressions held no comparison to the ones that they gave in response to Katya's latest act of randomness.

"I know that they say that cleanliness is next to Godliness but I don't think it counts if you bathe in water from the toilet. That angel lover is clearly insane." The Blonde French Chick nicknamed Twit muttered as she watched the cell's newest occupant stuff rolls and rolls of toilet paper down the stainless steel bowl of the toilet and flush and flush and flush andflushandflushandflushandflush.

"Judging by her language, my dear apprentice, I don't think that she is of the Father's faith." The Older Man said in a somewhat amused tone. Sitting next to Antoinette atop the top most bunk in the cell, the two got a bird's eye view of the still butt naked millennial's antics as well as an ear full of her curse laced rant about the prison and its staff... which wasn't very loud considering how much she'd been yelling as of late.

"[small]LISTEN YOU DONKEY FUCKING COCK SUCKERS! IF YOU DON'T LET ME OUT OF HERE IN THE NEXT COUPLE MINUTES, I'M GOING TO FLOOD THE HALLWAY WITH SO MUCH GODDAMNED SHIT WATER THAT YOU'LL BE CLEANING IT FOR WEEKS! I'M GONNA MAKE SO MANY SHANKS THAT I'LL HAVE ENOUGH TO STICK FIVE IN EACH OF YOUR EYE SOCKETS... INCLUDING THE BROWN ONE! I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD YOU'D BETTER LET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE RIGHT FUCKING NOW! I KNOW MY RIGHTS![/small]" The Voice Dead Denizen of the Internet quietly screamed as she continued to flood the cell, the liquid leaking underneath the door.

"Does she know that the water she's leaking into the cell is the clean water that we also use to wash and drink?" The Blonde Apprentice asked almost aghast at the blatant way this girl blasphemed without regard to the Father's reach.

"Does it matter? I think she'd getting her point across. More important is the fact that she's bound to draw enough attention that a guard will come. When they do, my child, I believe we can strike and find a way out of this place. We need to rendezvous with the Brigade and find out what happened in Dresden." The Priestly Benedict said before pausing at the sound of iron shod boots marching down the hallway, "Ahh... just as expected."

Of course, if the former priest was expecting a seven foot tall, cybernetically augmented woman dressed in blacked out chrome armor, Katya was going to take the psychic priest to Vegas and make some real money. The silent shrieker stopped her screeching as she looked at the rather familiar femborg that had appeared in front of her cell, the clanky chick that had processed the completed nude young woman upon her arrival to the facility. The Mechanically Augmented Machine Maiden paused for a moment before punching in the cell access code... once... twice... before getting it right the third time.

"Well if it ain't C3P-H0 back for seconds. If there's going to be any Human-Cyborg relations going on, it's going to be me putting my fist through your face. I'm really gonna clean your clock this time you chrome plate cun-" The Foul Mouthed little Computer Hacker started to say before being interrupted by the decidedly more attractive of her pair of cellmates.

"Zut Alors! Taisse-vous s'il vous plait!" Came the jumble of sexy French gibberish from Twit's corner as she hopped off the top bunk and pulled the overly aggressive augmented network intruder away from the mass of metal, flesh and pain.

"YOU WANT SOME TOO FRENCHIE? I'LL KICK YOUR FROG LEG LICKING BUTT TO THE - " Katya started to say before completely ceasing her struggling as she noticed that the Femborg had her optical sensored deactivated.

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[small]Little Miss, would you kinda get dressed so that we can escape this facility?[/small]

" Came the voice one of BEWP's subordinate colonies through the Guard's Augmented Mouth.

"B3wp? W... what? How? When? Oh yeeeeeeeeah. Duh!" The Rising Dawn Crewmember who was not quite on the top of her game literally face palmed when she remembered spitting in the Cybernetic Guard's face during processing. The spit was probably laced with several hundred of B3wp's nano-agents which started replicating like crazy until enough had been created to hijack the augmented woman's cybernetic and biological nervous systems. Grabbing the orange jumpsuit, the normally defiant young woman made a simple comment as she dressed, "Orange is sooooo not the new black anymore."

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[small]What of these two?  Will they be accompanying us?[/small]

" BEWP's subordinate colony asked as she... he... whatever... gestured towards the Rising Dawn's Resident Drama Queen's two obviously confused cellmates.

"Sure wai not." Katya said as she made her way towards the door, only to be stopped by a hand on her shoulder.

"I'm not sure what's going on but it would be safer if we made it look like we were being transferred from the cell to another location." The Pixie Cut Blonde Joan of Arc said. nodding towards BEWP for assistance.

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[small]What your female companion says is correct, Little Miss.  Currently subterfuge is the best means of escape until we can deactivate your control collars and retrieve your equipment.[/small]

" The Machine masquerading as another machine integrated to a woman's body agreed with Antoinette's assessment of the situation.

"FIIIIIINE!" Kayta groaned as she waited.

"Well then, now that we have that settled, I believe my apprentice and I will be accompanying you on your escape. We have business to attend to which has been too far delayed by our involuntary incarceration." The formerly quiet former priest said as he joined the group.

"Apprentice? What are you, two wannabe Jedis?" The Quipping Querier queried and received a puzzled look in response, "You know... Star Wars... Jedi... Light Sabers... The Force?" More blank stares. "Uncultured barbarians..."

"Be that as it may, my child, we do have names as well. Mine is Benedict Warmington, Captain in the Army of Freemen and mentor to my apprentice, Antoinette de la Trou." Benedict said in a rather friendly manner before gesturing towards the door, "Now, if I remember correctly, we should file into a queue and proceed with utmost respect, otherwise your friend here will be forced to discipline us."

"Somehow I don't think B3wp will mind that..." Katya said with a grin before introducing herself, "I'm Katya... Katya Rostikova and the mass of nano-agents infecting this cyborg's body is B3wp." Blank stares. "Seriously... did you two grow up in a barn. Next thing you know you'll tell me you've never heard of a computer." Blank... stares... "What...evs..."

With introductions completed, the three cell occupants and their "guard" exited into the corridor and headed towards the cell block's central guard station, a likely place that the cybernetic guard would take the prisoners to be interrogated. Entering the room, Katya noticed a security terminal as well as a decided lack of security cameras. It was likely that whatever interrogation took place in these walls would have been the type of interrogation that human rights organizations would have approved of. The less danger the was of having video leaked into the public domain, the safer it was for the facility and the easier it would be to keep things hush hush.

"Alright. First order of business... lets get these collars off of us" Katya said as she walked over to the terminal with B3wp in tow. With a pass of his... her... whatever's palm over the RFID scanner, Katya was able to login with some limited credentials. Obviously this wasn't the highest ranking rust bucket in the private prison army that had been gathered but she had enough permissions to deactivate the control collars. With a press of a few buttons on the touch screen, the control collars for Katya, Benedict and Antoinette dropped to the floor. Katya's eyes flickered for a moment as BEWP's primary colony came online and connected with the subordinate colony. Feeling a bit better about her situation, Katya's fingers began to dance over the virtual keyboard once again, accessing various files and directories before pausing.

"Biologically Engineered Weapons Platform Phase II?" Katya muttered as she looked over the document, which turned out to be source code. Looking over the code, the Rising Dawn's Resident Coder's eyes widened as she squee'd with glee, "HOLY SHIT! B3wp check this shit out! It's upgraded code for your OS! Rail Gun? Tactile Hacking Adapter? OMG! This is the shit!"

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Little Miss... perhaps we should-

" The Machine Colony inside of Katya started to say before going silent, the source code being compiled and installed on every one of B3wp's member agents. Moments passed... and then another... and then another... and then both B3wp and the subordinate B3wp powered up.

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Biologically Engineered Weapons Platform Phase II online.  Entering run mode 5

" The B3wps said in unison before resuming normal function. Picking up the collars off of the floor, the Subordinate B3wp started running the newly installed Tactile Hacking Adapter.

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[small]If you will allow me, I will modify those collars and disable their ability to be activated.  Wearing them will give you some semblance of credibility that you are still a prisoner here.[/small]

"

"NAH NAH NAH... you don't need to do that. I'm going to run a script to disable all the collars in this hellhole." The Mischeivous Machine Girl muttered with a wicked grin.

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Are you sure that is wise, Little Miss?  According to the subordinate colony's report, there are a fair number of dangerous subjects imprisoned here that would not hesitate to destroy not only the facility but the general population as retaliation for being kidnapped.

" B3wp's primary colony asked as Katya prepared to run the script. The girl's fingers hovered over the execute button before hitting the cancel button, "

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Well done, Little Miss.  I am glad to see that you are taking heed of my advice.

"

"Whatever... it's because you let me out." Katya said warmly as she felt a sensation of relief that she was no longer alone pass over her body, "Just go grab that Nadalia chick from her cell and bring her here while I copy these logs[footnote]BEWP's Logs will be available in the Character Sheet Section when I have time to write them[/footnote]."

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[small]Yes Little Miss, I will go retrieve your comrade.[/small]

" The Femborg playing host to B3WP's second colony said before marching off.

"As for you two... I'll help you guys get out of here but we've gotta help some more of my friends first." Katya said as she started checking the new toys she'd been upgraded with.

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Avatar Adventures | Airship Rising Dawn | Surgical Bay Observation
Venia's Very Good Advice...
Rory Mercury | The Raven King | ~~Dolores Selmy~~ Venia

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The coldness of the sterile surgical ward's observation room was nothing compared to the coldness the Black and Crimson Clad Demi-Goddess' stare that was leveled on the stranger that had appeared in the midst of the conversation between Rory Mercury and the Non-being known that would later call itself Venia. While his appearance was relatively brief, the words he spoke felt bloated with false wisdom, like an apple whose skin was held in place by the mass of worms that had eaten its pale white flesh. The poacher of souls, who had not even had the common decency to introduce himself to those he had spoken to, was ultimately spared from Rory's Halberd by his sudden disappearance.

"[small]The nerve of that one...[/small]" The Far from Demure Demi-Goddess muttered to herself while attempting to quell the annoyance still in bloom inside of her bosom. This masked stranger had thought it a good idea to make an appearance in front of a representative of the Death God Emloy with souls of the departed in his possession? Not only had he been so audacious as to do something that spectacularly ignorant, he had the gall to make statements regarding Rory's nature without having even the simplest of understanding regarding the subject. All the soul thief had accomplished was to put himself on Rory's radar, a position none particularly enjoyed. Calming herself, The Death Lord's Disciple made a note to ask her patron about this being during their next communion.

Returning her attention to Venia... Rory found herself no longer in the observation room but instead standing in front of Naamah's more human guise. The Companion to the Reaper's story was laid bare for the world to see... a story that was all too familiar to one who hailed from the Special Region where harems still flourished inside the Imperial Court. In spite of this fact, Rory, who had existed for over a millennium and outlived all those she loved, felt the pangs of pity for poor Naamah. Watching the seeds of love sprout inside the youthful Naamah only to have the flower wilt away from neglect pierced the woman who was once a Goddess of Love's very being. Rory watched the history of her companion and watched as she cried herself to sleep.

"(I just don't get it. You immortals don't make any sense to me at all... On one hand you all act aloof and powerful, and on the other you are all full of small vices like duty and honor. Such is the great contradiction. That gods are eternal and so are eternally children.)" Venia's words formed in Rory's mind.

Finding herself standing once again in the surgical ward's observation room, the former guardian of the Special Region exited the observation room, driven by a sensation other than duty or honor... friendship. As expected, Venia's voice followed Rory as she searched for the now slumbering Naamah.

"(In fact, I wonder about my own potential. I have already told you the story of the companion you call Naamah, and the founding of her name and the scars that she wears upon her fluttering heart. Woulds't you also, once seeing the true nature of my being, bind me to eternities unborn? I am the feared one, so it is said, one who has been called both compassion and hysteria. For now I am content to merely speak betwixt the dreams of mortal souls, to offer the comfort of the great mother, but in time not too far from now I will have gathered my strength I think, and my body will let me into this world held so dear." Venia continued as Rory exited out of the Medical Bay. "(Then let it be known that should'st that event occur, it will be the end of this world. That this merciful dream will be shattered and the simple thoughts of this finite life be forever undone. Within the sea of compassion, all becomes one and in becoming so, all things are destroyed.)"

As was the nature of life and death. All of existence was born into being, so would it die only to be reborn again. Rounding an intersection in the corridor Rory paused to survey her surroundings, looking for her friend... the first that she'd made since her return to the mortal realm.

"(My, my! I ramble, I ramble. Please Rory-san, don't think too much of it~! Enjoy your time as a being locked between gods and humans! Please enjoy this time, in the presence of friends and in the midst of adventure. For it is a joyous time and a time full of life. Don't take things too seriously!))" Venia said, though Rory was ignoring this last bit of advice. Turning another corner, Rory found herself in front of the Medical bay once again... had she been turning circles this entire time? "(After all, too err is human and to forgive, divine. You and your kind are the only ones to forgive your own selves!)"

Looking through a doorway, Rory spotted a familiar form.

"[small]Naamah...[/small]" Rory whispered as she approached her companion and sat down next to her, for a moment taking in Venia's advice and enjoying the presence of a friend.

Diablo1099_v1legacy · Jul 28, 2016

Avatar Adventures | The Airship: Rising Dawn | Hangar
Angelus | [color=9f2c68]Kazuya Mishima[/color] | Diana

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"And look, they listened, how about that? What do you want, Kazuya? Going to call in a mission so soon after we've finished?"

[color=9f2c68]"Fish kisson miss bar crumb tober..."[/color][footnote]"This Mission is far from over."[/footnote] Kazuya growled as he shook of the soldiers while they went back to their posts, leaning on a railing near the Commander's position in order to stay upright.
He seemed rather tired from the whole ordeal, as if the slurring of his words didn't give that away, though he did seem to perk up slightly when-....he socked himself in the face with his remaining arm.
[color=9f2c68]"Ha...ha...I get it...I'm not popular around here...But look around you..."[/color] The CEO of G-Corp said as he motioned to the chaos around him.
[color=9f2c68]"Your allies have been captured, have they not? And Bison remains...at large...Tell me, who thought Violet could lead an operation like this?..."[/color] He then asked before attempting to regain control over his men the only way he knew how: Violence and barking orders.

[color=9f2c68]"SEND UNITS 10 AND 4 TO SECTOR 3, CUT OFF THOSE SAM LAUNCHERS. GET THE REST OF OUR MEN OUT! AND WHO WAS THAT IN THE HALLWAY WHO INSULTED ME!?"[/color] He began to yell, slowly starting to bring a sense of order into the room, even as he stood there in a backless patient gown with his ass on display.
[color=9f2c68]"Angelus, full report on what happened down there. Spare no detail...Come here, you little-"[/color]
Kazuya then proceeded to grab one of his men before slowly choking him out with his remaining arm for the crime of snickering behind his back.

But when a massive black wounded dragon landed right in the middle of the now rather crowded hanger (I don't believe it was designed to fit 2 dragons), he dropped what he was doing (And the man he was going it to) to bark out [color=9f2c68]"Medical teams, get your head out of your asses and get that unit treated. Fucking hell, how can one man botch a land invasion mission so badly?..."[/color]
Right on cue, a number of medical staff sprinted over to Diana's location, while they didn't really have much experience treating a creature as large as her, they couldn't go too wrong with patching up the open wounds and jabbing her with several stimpaks and painkillers.

Kalastryn · Jul 28, 2016

Denver: Outside of Blast Site
That isn't going to work you know.
Kalastryn | Miia| Elise | Jenny

In-between attacks, the handlers on the other end attempted to run tech support, trying to undo whatever hex or debuff Kalastryn had put on their weapon. However, they would probably be perplexed at the fact that nothing was done to Jenny at all. Sure, she feels the effects of the psychic turmoil spell because she is psychic, but it wasn't placed on her directly. It's an enchantment on the environment around them, thus the handlers trying to fix Jenny would consistently find that nothing was wrong with Jenny.

That said, Kala found out quickly that while the lack of psychic attacks into her direction was very helpful, it wasn't all that there was to worry about. The blades Jenny was using seemed to be able to absorb the energy Kalastryn threw at her and send them back. This... was not expected, as evidenced by Kala being caught off guard and being struck with the full force of the attack. She might not be feeling pain at the moment, but electricity has a certain effect on the body. Namely, the voltage she had taken caused her to convulse just a bit as she fell back down onto the rooftop head first.[footnote]

Kalastryn said:
"... Embarrassing, but it's a damn good thing I didn't intend for that to be lethal."

[/footnote]

Picking herself up off the floor, she didn't have many options without the ability to strike with magic from a distance. Ergo, she really only had one option at this point...

"... Well, I give." she said, placing both hands on her scalp. "I probably pissed you off, a lot, but it's clear I'm outclassed. For your information however, even if I died, I'd be back. Death doesn't usually apply to a master of it for very long, so I don't have much of anything to lose, and the fact I know your machine is making it really hard to give this my all. That all said, I don't have all day, get it over with."

(... Are we on the same page here? Your bluffing right?) Her shadow chimed in, which might have been a problem if Jenny could read her mind at the moment.
(Oh, no. I'm not bluffing, I just came up with the absolutely genius idea of letting myself get captured or killed. The hell do you think!? Of course I'm bluffing!)

There was a certain plan here. Attacking from a distance didn't seem like it was going to work, having been thrown back at her the first time... though, perhaps there was something she could do if she lured Jenny closer...

Texas Joker 52 · Jul 29, 2016

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The Escapist Avatar Adventures | The Vice's Realm | Sloth's Library
"Looks like someone should invest in an inter-dimensional maid service."
Sloth | Envy | Nina and Phillip

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Upon exiting the portal, Nina and Phillip seemed to enter what looked like the middle of a large library area given the walls being lined with bookshelves, each one covered in varying layers of dust and cobwebs. The floor was some kind of soft carpet, but even it was dusty where it wasn't hidden under large, haphazard piles of cushions, some of which had a few stacks of books next to them. All-in-all, it looked like a place that could have easily been abandoned for centuries, with very little upkeep even beforehand. It suited Sloth right down to the ground.

Sloth was just ahead of her, speaking to a woman who clearly wasn't Wrath. In fact, the amazonian figure was nowhere to be found. Instead, the woman he seemed to be speaking to was surprisingly around average height, wearing a dark turtleneck sweater, red miniskirt, stockings. She even seemed to be of average build, though the turtleneck made it rather hard to tell. Her face, however, was completely hidden by a curtain of long, dark green hair. But the keen of eye could spot a belt buckle in the same seven-pointed star shape as the medallion on the chest of Sloth's robes.

Of course, the oddest thing about her was the fact that while she spoke, Nina didn't hear her with her ears. She heard it in her mind.

~--are you doing back so soon? Is everything alright down there, did you finish our mission already? I sure hope so, because that means you won't need to call me down...~ Envy trailed off before her head swiveled to look in Nina's direction.

Then she seemed to almost shrink in on herself, taking a step back before turning back to Sloth.

~Who is that? Did you bring a mortal with you? You know we aren't supposed to, Sloth!~ she seemed to cry out.

Sloth held up his hands and made a pacifying motion with them, shushing her gently before he said, "Envy, Envy, it's fine. She isn't staying, I just needed to pop over here before dropping her back off on Earth."

Then he sighed softly and lowered his hands so that they drooped at his sides again.

"Anyway, no, our job isn't done down there yet, so I'm probably going to be calling you for some help sooner or later. Looks like we're going to be working for awhile, given the stuff they're up to." he said sadly.

"If you need assistance, Sloth dear, I'm surprised you haven't called upon my services first." a feminine voice called out.

Floating in almost a foot off of the dusty carpet was an elegantly dressed woman. Tall, with an easy-to-notice figure that was shapely, fitting what most would consider to be the feminine ideal. She wore a purple evening gown that was clearly of superb quality with golden scrollwork embroidered up one side, while a slit up the other showed quite a bit of leg. Around her neck was a medallion, also shaped like a seven-pointed star. Her jet black hair was long and pulled back to reveal a third eye in the center of her high forehead.

Sloth's expression visibly grew cold as he nodded. Envy, meanwhile, took another few steps back and seemed to shrink even more.

"Pride. If I need your help, I will certainly call you. Otherwise, I wouldn't want to waste your valuable time." he said flatly.

She smiled with a similar coldness before she turned to look at Nina. Her expression suddenly grew more pleasant as she floated down so that her feet were barely an inch above the dusty carpet and held out an elegantly manicured hand.

"Why, hello there darling, it's a pleasure to meet you! It isn't often that we get mortal visitors in our Realm. Please, don't let any impression Sloth has given you tarnish our glory for you." she said, waving her other hand dismissively in Sloth's direction, "I am Superbia, Firstborn of the Vices and The One True Sin. And you are?" she asked, her eyes never leaving Nina's.

Pride's eyes were almost like the eyes of a predator sizing up their prey. Piercing, calculating, and with an odd sort of detachment.

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The young Ish only seemed to listen with half an ear as Ruby's friends introduced themselves. They were both older, almost grown-up from what he could tell, and while one seemed to be dressed sensibly enough, the elder of the two was barely covered at all. The way they acted also told him that they were probably sisters. The eldest spoke first.

"I'm Laeta, and this is my little sister Saren."

He gave them an absent nod before the youngest, Saren piped up.

"That's all you need to know about us."

Bringing his attention back to the present, he looked up between the two of them and frowned a little. Laeta took the opportunity to reply before he could speak.

"You must excuse Saren, she's a little rough around the edges."

"Uh..." was all he managed before Saren gave a sharp retort.

"And you have to excuse Laeta, she's a big-breasted brainless whore that hasn't been able to get the most desperate men to fuck her."

A third voice cried out now, this one right next to him and coming from a similar level as his head.

"LANGUAGE. You are in the presence of children!"

He looked over the source of the voice with one brow rising up behind his messy bangs. It appeared to be two creatures, one riding atop the other. The rider, he recognized, was a white rabbit wearing some sort of patterned robes, but it had a blank face save two beady, red eyes. The thing it was riding on, however, looked almost vaguely like a pig-like creature. All he knew was that it had four stubby little legs.

"I've heard worse." he said with a shrug, tuning out the two girls as they continued to bicker, while the white rabbit seemed to answer his question properly.

"These two incestuous idiots are Laeta and Saren Selmy respectively. They are visiting their elder sister who is stationed aboard this vessel as a support officer. In their youth they were Ruby's friends. Indeed, Saren was one of Ruby's classmates during her time in the primary school system. Laeta is a gifted martial artist and a talented painter by nature. Saren is a natural technophile and loves nothing more than stirring up trouble for others to fix."

Farber simply nodded and smiled.

"Oh, ok. I don't understand parts of what you said, but that sounds nice enough I guess. Like what tek-oh-piles are." he told Losko, before adding as an afterthought, "Or how you can talk without a mouth."

By that point, they reached what he recognized as the entrance to the Canteen, though the moment he looked inside he saw a familiar figure hunched over the bar, surrounded by glasses filled to varying levels: Eddie the Dead. There was no mistaking that leather coat and that jaunty hat. He took a few steps back as Ruby noticed too.

"Rats. Maybe he put them somewhere else. Maybe he didn't notice that we were gone."

As she asked the Selmy sisters about some doll, Farber scratched at his head as he thought of some way to get out of the trouble he knew that he and Ruby were going to be in. They weren't supposed to leave, which meant that they weren't going to get those pastries, and instead they were probably going to get a beating, or worse. So, he fell back on the other thing he found he was good at, beyond sneaking around and potentially stealing things.

Turning to the Selmy sisters, Losko and Ruby, he held up a finger to his mouth to quiet them, before he hissed, "[small]Follow my lead![/small]"

Then he stepped inside. Making a not-too-obvious move of spotting Eddie, he held up a hand and waved.

"Oh, Mister... Eddie! I didn't know you got back. I'm sorry about leaving the room, but I really had to go... Do my business, you know? So, I tried to figure out where I'm supposed to do that sort of thing and got lost." he lied surprisingly smoothly, his tone having a believable note of embarrassment, before jabbing a thumb back at Ruby.

"I guess Ruby got worried, so she found me and pointed me in the right direction. After that, we met up with her friends on the way back. So, hopefully we aren't in trouble. I mean, I really had to go!" he said with a little grimace.

Come on, it's not that weird a reason for me to have walked out. Just go for the lie and gimme those pastries you promised! he thought. While his face didn't betray a thing, his tail swished anxiously behind him as he anticipated Eddie's response.

Generic NPC 22 · Jul 29, 2016

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It was readily apparent to the nine year old girl that Mister Eddie the Dead wasn't going to be responding to much of anything for quite some time given the stack of empty glasses that were in front of him and the stack of still filled glasses that were waiting to be drunk. Sitting next to her temporary baby-sitter, Ruby glanced at one of the televisions strategically placed around the room. While there was quite a bit of news regarding something that was happening in Denver, the young girl in the pink dress took particular interest in the a different news story.

News said:

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Today marks the one year anniversary of the establishment of the Pan Global Space Agency's scientific outpost on the Saturnian moon of Titan.  After the discovery of unusually high energy readings on the near by moon of Enceladus by NASA's remote probe Cassini, the PGSA launched the firsts manned space mission beyond the Asteroid Belt.

Over the last year, the scientific staff of Titan Station have been making preparations to travel to Enceladus and begin their research into the strange readings.  For more on this historic mission, join us at 9:00 PM Central Standard Time as we interview Doctor James Mills, Chief Science officer at Titan Station.

Before that, we'll cover the ongoing global crisis developing in Denver.  Sources near the city have reported spotting the infamous Airship, the Rising Dawn.  Our hopes and prayers go out to those in the area...

Shaking her head at the report about the Rising Dawn, she returned her attention to the Selmy sisters, who had paused their strange familial antics to address the question about their sister Dolly... Lola... whatever.

"Come on Ribbons, don't you know what happened?" Saren asked with a strange expression that was devoid of her usual fiery attitude.

As a matter of fact, Ruby Babbage-Lovelace didn't know what had happened. At least, She didn't remember much from back then. Had she even been there during that time? If it happened after moving day... Midsummer's Night... Ruby wouldn't have been present. Concentrating on the memory, the young girl's mind took hold of the memory and felt it materialize in her mind. It HAD been after moving day, Mother Titania and Mister Oberon's yearly tradition where the entire kingdom of Fae moved from one Faerie mound to the next.

"I don't doubt that it'd be the first time Ruby has heard what happened. She moved away the summer that Lola... you know." Laeta chimed in, confirming Ruby's memories of that summer... the last summer she'd seen the sisters before today, "Whatever the case, you're right that Lola isn't here, and to be honest, Mom didn't tell us where we should meet her."

Losko returned not soon after with. belching out an unusually large amount of metaphorical fire and brimstone. Every time she saw Losko, Ruby was definitely glad that she stayed on his good side. As cute and cuddly as he appeared, Losko was super scary when he wanted to be... scary enough to cause Ruby to hesitate in snatching him up and squeezing the stuffing out of him.

"Laeta Selmy, Saren Selmy?" A man's voice chimed in, vying for the attention of the Selmy Sisters. Unlike most men who addressed the sisters, this one grabbed their attention for a reason quite different from the usual, "Please come with me," John turned on his heel, "your sister is in trouble."

"Wait. What happened to Dolly?" The question flew quickly past the lips of Ruby Babbage-Lovelace. The man didn't pause and instead gestured for the sisters to follow him, "What's going on?"

The child was worried... gravely worried about the health, safety and welfare of her friend. As much as she wanted to go with them, she didn't think it her place. Unsure of what to do, the child Magnus removed a small handkerchief from her pocket and pulled on one of the loose threads. The divination... Untangled Skein... told her to stay and wait... and that Laeta and Saren should bring Dolly some flowers.

"You'd better go check on Dolly... and get her some flowers," The Nine Year old said cheerfully, her worries melting away. Glancing over at Mister Eddie, Ruby saw that someone had placed even more drinks in front of him... it actually looked like people were ordering drinks for Mister Eddie in an attempt to see him beat some sort of ship record set by Mister West.

Despite the obviousness of the oblivion that Mister Eddie had trapped himself in, Farber was speaking to him.

"I guess Ruby got worried, so she found me and pointed me in the right direction. After that, we met up with her friends on the way back. So, hopefully we aren't in trouble. I mean, I really had to go!" Farber said to the man that was drinking himself so deep into a hole, it might well have been The Void.

"Don't worry about it, Farber. It looks like Mister Eddie's going to be busy for quite some time... and he didn't bring us any sweets or pastries. I don't think he was ever going to because if he was, he would have brought some, just in case we did stay in the Canteen." The Nine Year Old girl said to her friend, "Besides, it's not like we can't ask Mister Luke to make us some pastries also, right Mister Luke? Ruby asked the bartender with a small but adorably cute smile on her face.

"Besides... if we get the pastries by lying to Mister Eddie, I don't think I could eat them." The Good Two Shoes Girl added, "Since Mister Eddie's going to be busy for a while, do you think that we should go look for something to do? Lots of adults are going to come in soon and I don't think they want us kids hanging around when they do arrive."

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