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CAPTAIN FALCON

On Route to Party

Driving with Rioter ( AshuraaHunter AshuraaHunter )​

Falcon's face fell into a frown as he listen to 'Future' talk about how he does things with the rioter. He didn't seem pleased to learn that they were being watched at all times during their missions. Captain Falcon didn't like to be watched - he could handle things on his own without a 'guardian angel' watching over him. Besides, he didn't like the feeling of being watched - at least he could explain why he had felt that all mission.

That small cop in him, that still remained despite how long it has been since he fought for the police, didn't like the girl's response. He could only imagine a world where young people like herself are forced to train in military grade weaponry, the horrors she must have witnessed. Now that his vision has broadened to the multiverse scale, thanks to this little adventure, he has come to see how truly lucky he is to come from where he did. Or perhaps, maybe he was unlucky in that sense. It was impossible to tell, really.

He was about to reply, but then his eagle eyes picked up on something as it passed over the horizon. He had been driving like this for years, so 'seeing quickly' was something he had gotten good at - perhaps his naturally strong ki was helping with that. Checking the scanners on his dashboard, he began slowing down before his hunch was confirmed. A corrupted file, larger than he had seen before, was attacking his allies - well, the mighty Captain Falcon couldn't allow that!

After slowing down, he finally stopped at the battlefield, and prepared for combat. (if it's OK with you, he'll start fighting next round.)
 
After dealing heavy damage to the bloated desktop folder; Joseph felt the cursor zoomed right past his head. "Someone really shouldn't have done that....." He angrily stated, turning to face the swearing secondary file. The Swede felt comfortable in leaving finishing off the folder to his partners; they've proven themselves more than capable of handling such a task with ease. Right now, this file was making this fight personal; Joseph knew well enough not to feel the same way in combat, at least without spinning it as just another strategic move. "Killing you will lower the chances of you calling for back up or making sneak attacks." He explained. The file might not understand the security guard's words, but it mattered not; Joseph put away his menacing mining tool and held his batons tightly.

(Rolled 18 for successful hit. For first swing, rolled a 19, dealing 919 blunt damage. Second swing rolled 9, dealing 769 blunt damage. Rolling for status, got a 55. Nothing inflicted. Total damage this action is 1688).

Joseph found his first hit of that set of strikes had a lot of strength behind it, leading to more damage dealt than normal. His second hit, however, was not as powerful. "Let's try a different direction." He figured.

(Rolled 13 for successful attack. First swing, rolled 15, dealing 844 blunt damage. Second swing rolled a 6, dealing 675 blunt damage. Chance for status, rolled 8; the baton's chance of inflciting status is 10% on unarmored targets. Status of fracture/bleeding is achieved if file is able to have such an ailment inflicted, and if the file doesn't evade. Total damage this action is 1519).

The trained guard used his batons and brought them in horizontally, aiming to strike the file on it's sides. Joseph's left arm came in first, much faster than his right, meaning it would do more damage. "Let's not stop, while we're ahead now." He shouted, raising his arms high in the air, to bring them straight down on top of the computer junk.

(Rolled 15 for successful hit. First strike had 8, meaning it does 713 blunt damage. Second strike rolled 1, meaning it deals 581 blunt damage. Rolled for status, 84, nothing. Total damage this action is 1294).

Despite both attacks falling short in force, they'd still have enough to do plenty damage, much to the Swede's satisfaction.

Total damage overall this turn is 4501 on the second junk file, with a successful bone fracture/internal bleeding if the file doesn't evade.

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PP status
Cat - 28/30 for Mach Blade
Falcon - 24/25 for Lightning Kick, 18/20 for Falcon Punch, 21/25 for Falcon Kick, and 13/15 for Raptor Boost.
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Rolling for Cat's dodge: 7 + 0 due to 10 PER = 7. The attack connects with the Empress.
And now, rolling for defense: 16 + 0 due to 10 DEF = 16. Leone resists the attack by 15%, reducing the damage to 6,290 Corrupted.
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Defense calculations:
Junk Folder defending against Pixel's Laser Rifle (normal hits): 16 + 0, 12 + 0, 9 + 0, 1 + 0, 19 + 0, 6 + 0, 5 + 0, 11 + 0, 14 + 0, 5 + 0, 6 + 0, 16 + 0, 9 + 0, 7 + 0, 1 + 0, 10 + 0, 4 + 0, 1 + 0, 17 + 0, 18 + 1, 6 + 0, 18 + 0, 11 + 0, 2 + 0.
Junk Folder defending against Pixel's Laser Rifle (crits): 10 + 0, 4 + 0.
Junk Folder defending against Pixel's Laser Rifle (super crits): 19 + 0, and 3 + 0. Super crits are exempt from extra resistance, and thus, the 19 will function as a 10.
The total damage that the Junk Folder withstood that turn was 19,541 Heat.
File 1 defending against Teen Rioter's AR-15 shots: 3 + 0, 4 + 0, 4 + 0, 19 + 0, 12 + 0, and 2 + 0. In total, the first file receives 7,040 Kinetic damage.
File 2 defending against Joe's batons: 15 + 0, 15 + 0, and 7 + 0. Total damage sustained, after damage calculations (this time, I considered the pair of swings as one attack) is 4,148 Blunt damage.
File 2's dodge attempt against the first bullet: 13 - 2 due to internal fracture = 11. The file does not dodge.
File 2 defending against both shots: 7 + 0 and 4 + 0. This totals to 2,448 Kinetic damage.
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Pixels has 123,523 EDR (82.3%) remaining.
Cat has 143,710 EDR (95.8%) remaining.
Joseph has 179,328 EDR (94.4%) remaining.
Falcon has 127,562 EDR (98.1%) remaining.

The grotesque, overstuffed junk folder, rustled around in an attempt to aim the hefty, pixelated weapon with a single digitized, fat hand of its ownership, slowly trudging towards the members of the first hero assembly with an evident evil intent in the manner of its movements. However, it automatically assumed that it would not be conflicted during the actions it felt were a necessity to complete. The ski mask-wearing scrap folder had made a wholly inaccurate assumption, as the Nano Suit's Overdrive Module activated, allowing the recon bot to shower him in lime-colored, periodic heat beams, whilst avoiding any sort of grapples or restraints that it tried, desperately, and angrily, to ensnare the XCOM unit into, but after the teal energy dispersed from the two super-critical hits that emanated from the barrel of the energy weapon, as well as the orange glow of the regular lucky shots, the hunk of junk wailed much louder than it had been before, clutching its weapon tightly and reaching its free arm out in one final attempt to grab a hold onto the monitored robot, seeking to rip one of its limbs off, before vanishing in a fizzle of binary code.

One of the slim, and much less intimidating Corrupted Scrap Files had successfully latched onto the Empress' head, taking a harsh hold on the flesh of her face, and then transmitting a Corruption sample throughout her brain and nervous system. As it proceeded to do this, the physical pain was sharp and unbearable, and the side effects of the attack were nigh-indescribable. However, she didn't become temporarily corrupted after having been affected by the offensive move the file launched. The annoying, digitized material cackled once it was done, and scurried back over to where the 'mentor' it looked up to in the hoggish folder had now perished. If any of the noble characters had supposed that the two scrawnier files were angry before, it was now an understatement. These things were enraged, roaring out in that childish voice as they were immersed into their untamed temper tantrum.

The rioter, who was travelling with the seemingly flawless former policeman, had finally took note, after focusing her glance underneath those shady sunglasses on the image ahead of them, that they had stopped, and reached their destination. The adolescent girl assumed that she'd be able to feel the vehicle stopping, as she felt it ripping through tons of puny files with extraordinary ease, but she simply didn't. Perhaps only Falcon could physically discern the halt of the mach racing device, akin to a driver hitting the brakes and sensing the result of the tires tugging along the rough road. Once the F-Zero machine had ceased speeding forward, the gun-wielding teenager back-flipped outwards onto the gracious grasses of Bliss, her AR-15 held by her glove-clad hands, as she aligned the front post of the forward sight with the first file, and fired a quick, staggered burst of 5 intermediate-caliber bullets at the scrapped material, followed by another quintuplet of speeding projectiles, hoping to destroy it completely for the rest of the troupe.

AR-15 shots
Hit rolls: 8 + 1, 6 + 1, 5 + 1, 12 + 1, 13 + 1, 4 + 1, 13 + 1, 5 + 1, 2 + 1, and 8 + 1. 6 out of the 10 shots blaze right through the first file.

The first file seemed to have just recognized the appearance of the rioter and the Blue Falcon, before it was nailed by six precisely-aimed shots, the Sanrio-themed keychain bouncing about freely with each bullet fired down range. Four of the .223 rounds missed entirely, but the last shot that landed out of the steady semi-auto stream of lead tore the thing in half as it groaned one last time, weakly, before vanishing. She could only chuckle in her success. "Hah, suck it!" Finally, the second scrap file was involved in a bitter conflict with the Swedish soldier, and got bashed six times even by fierce swings of those batons. One of the strikes was harsh enough against a point of the file that it squealed in sharp pain, as a part of its makeup creased inwards. Soon afterwards, it started limping away from Joseph, fruitlessly, it seemed, as it panted all the while, having endured substantial internal damage. In a final attack of desperation, it sent another cursor flying, this time, towards the young fighter.

Cursor Bullet
Hit roll: 10 + 0. The swift mouse indicator hits the rioter, unless she dodges.
Rioter's dodge roll: 15 + 1 due to a supposedly higher PER stat = 16. It misses her by a slim margin.

She sidesteps, nimbly, and hipfires twice, in the general direction of the file. "That's not gonna' get past me, you piece of junk!" And thus, more bullets were expended, towards the limping file.

Hit rolls: 14 + 1 and 19 + 1. The second bullet is a 20, and thus, the file cannot attempt to evade it.

Once both of the unaimed shots ripped through the corrupted file's materials, it let out a dying breath, and laid across the grassy soil of the infamous Windows XP background, and soon dissipated, similar to the rest of its digital brothers. The young girl sighed in relief, fixing up the pink bandana she wore, and then nodding back to the four main heroes. "Sorry for stealing your guys' heat. I just... had some scores I wanted to settle." But before they knew it, countless files, old and new to them, surrounded them entirely, and prepared an attack all at once. Tetsuya broadcasted over the SRS in a panicked manner. "Ah, crap! I'll be there in a few seconds! Just don't do anything stupid, you'll get out just before shutdown commences!" Just as they were about to be attacked, the Main Central's first mission pod zoomed down, and fended off a majority of the files with laser beam firing, which had not been utilized before due to the fact that they were noisy, experimental, and mostly ineffective. "Quick, get on!" He yelped from the ship, as it displayed a metal slope, granting them access to the internals of the ship, and soon, the deployment chambers. "We can't continue on, but I'd consider this mission a success. Into the chambers! I don't want you bashing around this ship like fishes out of water, now!"

Gathering mission results...
MISSION SUCCESS
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Pixels
EDR - 147,739 (98.3%)
Level 1 [Exp. 169/200. Next = Lv.2]
Weapons - Laser Rifle (primary slot), Combat Knife (secondary slot)
Equipment - n/a
Loot obtained:
701 eCredits
4550 Kryptokoin
Escape Rope (utility slot; a trusty rope that allows you to get out of any situation to a safe spot, swiftly. Sent to inventory)
Inventory space: 99/100

Cat
EDR - 143,710 (95.8%)
Level 1 [Exp. 132/200. Next = Lv.2]
Weapons - Sevens Sword [Underpowered] (melee slot)
Equipment - Sevens Armor [Underpowered] (armor slot, reduces Slash and Heat by 10%, and Puncture by 4%)
Loot obtained:
569 eCredits
5225 Kryptokoin
Very Berry Shortcake (consumable; after a 1-turn consumption period, cures any status ailment)
Inventory space: 99/100

Joseph
EDR - 179,328 (94.4%)
Level 1 [Exp. 93/200. Next = Lv.2]
Weapons - Javelin Gun (primary slot), Pair of Batons (melee slot)
Ammo status - 15 Javelins in reserve
Loot obtained:
502 eCredits
4140 Kryptokoin
Inventory space: 100/100

Captain Falcon
EDR - 127,562 (98.1%)
Level 1 [Exp. 245/200]
Captain Falcon leveled up to Lv.2! (no bonuses)
...now Level 2 [Exp. 45/500. Next = Lv.3]
Weapons - Falcon's Laser Pistol (sidearm slot)
Ammo status: 5 Laser Pistol ammo in reserve
Equipment - Blue Falcon (vehicle)
Loot obtained:
767 eCredits
6500 Kryptokoin
Windows XP Copy (passive utility; adds +1 to any hacking/deciphering rolls. Sent to inventory)
Inventory space: 99/100

The Teen Rioter has temporarily teamed up with Captain Falcon! She will automatically be assigned as a bonus member to any team he joins.

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The Main Central
Day 2 of Active Operations
Introducing and gearing up new heroes, preparing for missions yet again, about to vote on squads
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"Hmm. Everyone has returned, safe and sound?" The authority-possessing artificial being inquired to her blue-haired assistant. All the while, he proceeded to input code into the control panel of the travel pod, which had since re-attached to the belly of the Main Central ship which floated idly in Multiverse Space. "Uhh, yes! Affirmative!" He answered swiftly, as the original four heroes, along with Falcon's new companion, were now able to step out of their formerly sealed chambers, once they emitted a plentiful cloud of hot steam with a low hissing, the doors revolving inwards where the four would formerly rest and be strapped securely into until they reached their destination. "Safe and sound, too! The biotic energy generators I installed in the personal pods are working like magic~!" He exclaimed cheerily. "I hope the same can be said for the new employees here..." And then, being well aware that the Monarch would inevitably request him to wait in the heart of the spacecraft if he just stood around, Tetsuya rushed up the metal ramp that led to it, closing it off once all five unique personas had arisen from it. Peering about, with the pink assault rifle strapped across her back, the Rioter nodded her head, liking the orange and grey stripes that had been added to the design of the orderly ship, despite being unfamiliar with it entirely. "Nice. Though this place could use a few more booths for stuff. Where are all the shops? I've got so much money on me..."

As they were left alone to explore the vast spaceship on their own accord, the Monarch's voice now chimed in the heads of every single hero that was slowly waking up from their period of specially-induced stasis, as they found themselves in the same, grey pajamas that the original four had (or, if they didn't wear clothing, equipped with power restraints). "Aah, the time has arrived once again, I see? Wake up, heroes. This is your new home." She said, with a brief pause between that and her next sentence. "As I am most certain that you are aware, this is a time of sure peril. The Multiverse is collapsing in on itself, spawning continuous disaster, war, and poison all across the array of universes that can be overlooked. I have brought you all here in the time that you were needed the most. Please, when you feel comfortable in doing so, exit your containment cells, and head down the corridor to the plaza. I hope you have a safe stay." If they decided to leave the containment cell, inputting a PIN that they somehow remembered off the top of their head, even though this is their first memory of having been on the Main Central, the door slowly shifted out of the way for them, so they could exit. Above the entrance to their room was a digital banner that displayed their name in light-blue, neon letters, along with a title or most-memorable alias if applicable. Some of these individuals' containment cells were quite close to one another, and so, they might have been able to interact while they were wandering down the corridor.

Pit had found himself waking up in the same position that he last remembered his body being, as he was tossed into the rift, but what felt like minutes later (but could have been several hours), he drifted into unconsciousness of sorts. All of his normal gear had perished from his body, which caused him to panic slightly, and frown, as grey pajamas and a pair of black, casual shoes didn't give a good visual first impression. "Gah... How am I supposed to make a fashion statement with this?!" As he leaped out of bed promptly, the ring of the computer woman's voice reminding him strikingly of Lady Palutena's guidance, he hopped over to his door, and punched in the code that allowed him to exit. As he walked down the lengthy hall, presumably alone as he read some captions on photos from all sorts of differing places, running his hand alongside the ceramic wall. When he touched one door in particular, it was briefly opened, where he witnessed an all-black, boxy robot that stood at roughly 10 feet in height peek out for a moment. "Don't come in. This is private business. Move along." The mechanical demanded, as Pit had jumped and squealed nervously in response beforehand, before nodding to himself. "Okay... rule #1. Never touch the walls in the hallways..." Inevitably, he met up with 9 other brand new faces, who came together in the center of the ship, ideally, to be greeted by Future. There were seemingly several restrictions at the moment - Narancia was unable to call his Stand, for example.

Of those people were Sam, a six-foot tall anthropomorphic hound. He could remember it as if it happened five minutes ago - Max, his partner within the Freelance Police, was toying with a thingamajig he slapped together with a soldering iron, and once he activated it, a rift in the space-time continuum was created. And thus, being an adventurous canine, he couldn't resist stepping in. However, he was shocked to see that his trademark lagomorph partner had not accompanied him on this journey. Another one was Mei-Ling Zhou, a Chinese climatologist, and a member of the former Overwatch research branch, before the organization had shut down. She was sucked into a rift while doing research at a former eco-Watchpoint in the Lebanese mountains, which is likely how she ended up in such an... odd place.

"Haha, hey! More people! I'm not stranded in space alone after all!" Pit leaped in celebration, not being able to resist a bright smile, but when his wings attempted to twitch, he noticed that he had lost the ability to move them. His sky-blue eyes shot wide open, as he peered behind himself. "Wait... Can I even move these?" The naive angel queried. And then, the dog, who was without his notorious hat and revolver, looked around at all the unfamiliar sights. "Holy high-risin' Himalayas carrying the Virgin Mary to the sky above! I must have traveled into the future." Tetsuya gave him a glimpse, and then a shrug, frankly not remembering the date. Then, the scientist tipped up her glasses and nodded. "This place doesn't look too off-putting, considering how advanced we are..." Pit then commented again. "Wait... do we all come from different universes? Or are the timelines just misshapen?"

Future laughed, brushing some hair away from the metallic side of his face, and greeting everyone that gathered there. "Warm welcomes, ambitious heroes! Sorry for the wait, we had to delay your waking-up until those four had completed their mission. I am Tetsuya; you can just call me Future." Then, his head would nod, as he wrapped an arm around the winged young man's shoulders. "Yes. The Multiverse is full of alternate timelines and environments! Ahh, variety is the spice of life..." He sighed, wandering around in a circle, lost in thought for a moment, until his organic eye twitched immensely, compelling him to turn back to the group. "Ah, yes. You'll want to come down here with me! Just a sec!" Utilizing his mechanical right arm, he displays a holographic keyboard, and punches in a password, an approximate characters-per-minute count displaying a value of 800. He was lightning fast at typing, with Mei's response being a little leap, and a giggle. "Wow!" Sam was nonchalant, as he had seen many strange advancements within his life. Once the panel that they were standing on ratcheted far down, until stopping with a metallic clunk, they had reached a floor with 13 private chambers. Each were marked with a short name of each persona. "Enter your changing booths, because you're about to get your equipment back! And, your powers won't be restricted any longer. Isn't that something else? It's pretty much necessary, considering how much fighting you'll be doing... But I digress! Scurry along!" Pit sighed in relief, upon gaining word that he wouldn't lose all of his powers and weapons forever. Several minutes passed along, with the heroes unable to hear any voices but their own as they found all of their belongings in their personal booths. The ones that belonged to Pixels, Leone, Joseph, and Captain Falcon could be accessed by their respective owners, if they desired access to any new articles they had received throughout their missions. All currencies would always be on the hero, no matter what, unless they wanted to put some into a digitized savings account, which was a possibility.

Pit, Sam, and Mei emerged during the long wait. The angel boy was in his familiar outfit - his beige, furred sandals, gold bands on his upper biceps, the cuffs he wore around his forearms, archery bracers on each hand (since he was ambidextrous), and the tight black undersuit he wore underneath his white chiton, lined with a gold/red pattern and held together by a ruby clasp and an old belt strap. His Palutena Bow was held in hand, and all of his other weapons and powers would be placed in hammer space. And most of all, he found himself able to move his wings again, which brought joy to him, which soon temporarily turned to frustration as they shed a feather each. The Freelance Police Detective finally wore his top hat once more, which covered a frankly-embarrassing sprout of fur that topped his head, and the rest of his professional suit, including his 'license to maim', as Max called it, pinned to his chest. By his side was his massive, .44 Magnum caliber revolver, which appeared too big for even a normal-sized human to wield comfortably and reliably. And finally, the Asian climatologist was smiling brighter than a light bulb, as her Cryo-Drone Snowball began circling around her head and emitting soothing particles of cold, her Endothermic Blaster strapped to the fuel tank on her back. The rest of her duty outfit was now on her figure as well - thick coat, tights, mountain boots and all, but oddly enough, her hair pin and glasses were left intact while she was in stasis. "Wah, a breath of fresh air..." She commented. "I definitely agree with you on that one," Sam stated, taking note of the (in comparison) small human. "I'm overjoyed to be in possession of my things once more. I feel like a proper member of the Freelance Police! And not like some high-school junkie who lays about in his room nigh all day, stuffing copious amounts of food down his gullet and sleeping on every sheet of homework he was assigned. ... I assure you, that was not me during the eleventh grade." The angel folded his arms and shot the Irish Wolfhound a suspicious glance. "Yeah, I'm sure of it..."

The floor shifted back up once more, until they had reached the central plaza of the sluggish spacecraft yet again, with several human-esque robotic figures, monkeys, and now sophisticated-seeming engineers were working on a few corners and booths of the place, while a man with scraggly hair and a mustache lay against the counter of the coffee shop in wait of customers. Future then talked to the heroes once more. "Feel free to take a tour and speak to anyone about, well, anything! I'll be waiting for you in the Monarch's chamber. We need to broadcast some important information about the quests to come. However, due to a lack of readied heroes, only three squads can currently be made, and one of you will have to stay here." This message was also broadcast over the Sm@rt Radio System to the original troupe of four and Falcon's rebellious companion, so they'd be aware about the mission briefing process. Tetsuya rushed out of the crowd in order to head to the inner heart of the main central, where the AI would lay in wait for all fourteen of the heroes. Sam ventured over to the coffee shop, Pit chased after the futuristic servant in order to be there before most, and Mei-Ling observed the undergoing construction. "Zhì... It must take a while to build with those materials." She said from a distance, and then proceeding to accidentally wander into a hulking man, carrying iron girders. With a nervous sound, she tumbled onto her rear like a child, before rising up once more, quietly apologizing to the seemingly irritated male. "Gosh... Is he a real human, or what?!" She questioned, in disbelief.
 
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    CAPTAIN FALCON

    Arriving at Main Central

    Talking with Unnamed Rioter, but available for any other interaction ( AshuraaHunter AshuraaHunter )​

    Captain Falcon sighed a long breath as the ship finally touched down at the Main Central. It wasn't just relief that escaped his lips, but a small amount of exhaustion too - he had exerted a lot of ki in that last mission, and he didn't know when he could regain it. Cracking his knuckles as his heavy metal boots clanged on the same ramp that lead them into battle, he looked to what would soon be his new companion and ally in battle. After offering the post-apocalyptic gunner one of his muscled gloved hands, expecting a handshake, he began to speak. "Captain Douglas Jay Falcon, but most call me Captain Falcon or simply Falcon. What about you - what should I call you, young miss?" Despite his apparent masculinity and the adrenaline pumping through him, his voice still showed friendliness as opposed to pumped like he was feeling. His heart was pounding slightly, as this mission was something he hadn't done in a while, and he was secretly looking forward to the next.

    As he awaited the girl's response, his eyes began darting around the area. He saw the same shops and cafes as he saw before, yet there was something else. A new group of people. Potential allies, yet one seemed to be stepping out of a containment unit of some kind, followed by robotic guards...as if he was a criminal. He certainly wasn't prepared to work with a criminal any time soon - regardless of what Monarch said. (In other words, I don't like to interact with myself so I'd rather not have multiple characters on the same squad, please? :P)
 
The Commander
Ah.
As I figured. I would wake up in a stasis cell. I turn to my left.
Sagittarius is awake, and already checking her plasma rifle. Gemini, however, is still KO'ed.
I infer that the system cannot support more... "heroes" at the time. So Gemini is still down-until the system gets an upgrade. Shame. His tank was invaluable to many firefights-I can only hope he awakens later.
"Hmm. Sagittarius, Gemini. Status report."
Gemini's comms are still giving me static. Sagittarius, however...
Sagittarius
"Same old, same old sir."
I calmly check my rifle. Pfft, I'm not creeped out in the least-I've been on plenty of ops before.
"Hmm. Still unsure what goes on here-mind giving me a rundown on what happens here?"
"I'll brief you second mission. At the moment, not much."
"Alrighty."
Just another mission. Go in, blow up whatever is against humanity, get out. Easy.

The Commander
As I head to Main Central, I spot Pixels. The faithful machine has been waiting for me this entire time.
"Greetings, Pixels."
The scout returns the salute.
"Colonel Romanov has been keeping me briefed on your mission. Exemplary work, despite that nasty shot near the end."
I take a moment to calculate my options.
"Pixels, head to whatever medbay this place has to offer. Take it easy-either me or Sagittarius has the next mission."
Pixels nods, and heads off to the nearest medical station.
"Now, what to do..."
(Open for interaction)
 
After the sudden events, with Leone's mind being assaulted by dark energy and the teleportation back to the Main Central... for the lack of a better word, the young thief wanted to puke a bit. But with a deep breath, she surpress the urge to do so and calmly looks at the rest of the team that came with her after the mission. "Seems to me that the rest of them are just gonna walk about with themselves... ain't that just peachy..." She looks at the Sevens Sword which is lying in dormant within it's scabbard... her look was that of annoyance. Looking away from her sword, she simply begins to walk towards one of the chairs in the plaza, pulling it out and sitting on it while eyeing at a robotic monkey. She soon crosses her legs and takes her eyes off said monkey.

"Monarch." She said out loud to herself. "Wherever you are... I know you can hear me. Mind explaining... as to why you need me of all people again? Ya know, someone who needs to get back home." The annoyed tone is as clear as day to anyone that heard the woman talk.

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Joseph was speechless after that last mission; unable to comprehend how any of that was actually real, he had his helmet retract into his suit. This allowed him to exhale the longest sigh the battle ready Swede has ever had. Joseph was happy that it was a mission success with no casualties; he didn't think he could take letting a single person die anymore. "I don't think I should be fearing that," He realized, halfway through his sigh. "These people are powerful; strong magic, advanced tech, amazing skills, they can handle almost anything. There's no need to worry about them dying."

Somewhat relieved to have that sorted out; Joseph plopped his behind right on the floor to rest for a moment. "But what about myself though? I'm literally just a normal human, why am I here? Yeah, I handled myself in that last mission, but I'm sure that was considered easy." He threw his head back. "And here I am exhausted from it. Oh boy....." Thoughts of powerlessness started flowing back into the tired security guard; but a quick cap was put on it when Joseph had that disturbed feeling from earlier.

"Who's there?!" He yelled, standing right up, in public. "There's something here; where is it?!" Joseph scans the immediate area, finding nothing. In the distance, he can see Pixels conversing with its commander, before walking off. "Hey, wait!" He shouts, running in their direction. By the time the Swede got there, Pixels had left and only the Commander was there now. "Hey, where'd the big guy go? I was wondering if he could help me." Joseph asked the commander.

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The Commander
A security guard walks up to me. This must be the Joseph I've heard about.
"You seek Pixels?"
I calmly gesture down a hallway.
"Pixels is headed to medbay. That cannon shot wounded Pixels-lightly, but I've decided to make sure it heals."
I check my Heavy Plasma. If Joseph paid attention to the man's voice, he sounded like he was from the USA.
"Call me the Commander. Please to meet you."
Sagittarius
Well, the commander's speaking to somebody. I'll go sneak a peek at what we've got next.
Right...
One in some heavenly palace in ruins. Could make for a good place to head for supplies. I got this, easy peasy-if there's surviving troops then it's up to the commander.
A radioactive wasteland. Investigate and mess with enemy forces. Pixels' job-when it heals.
A surprisingly soothing peninsula and coast. Investigate for criminal activity. Pixels' job again. I was trained as a *CLASSIFIED* agent though, so I can do this.
Hostage situation near Somalia. This is what the commander is good at. And as XCOM, can't exactly leave Earth in trouble.
Hmmm...
 
"Thanks so much, " Joseph immediately replied, but did not move. Surely it would seem weird if he just left without being friendly to this commander. "Y'know, Pixels it pretty awesome. What's you're guys' universe like that led to his creation, Commander?" He asked the American, having relatively quickly figured the location of the man's accent. While speaking, Joseph had to make sure to hide his growing anxiety about whatever he suspected is following him around.

"Are things peaceful, do you live on a planet earth?" The security guard sent a barrage of unanticipated questions at the poor Commander. "What did you base Pixels' design off of? Are there more of him?"

GearBlade654 GearBlade654
 
The Commander
Hmmm. I see no harm in answering him.
However, my psionics sense is sensing... something. Anxiety. Fear.
And fascination. The fascination is for Pixels, but the anxiety...
"Hmph, I believe I'll answer one at a time. Yes, we live on planet Earth, but peaceful? No, not with creatures running around and causing havoc."
I scratch my chin.
"Our initial threat were the aliens. We had just finished blowing up their base, but at that moment black... rifts chose to appear all over earth."
"We fought them on our world for a while. They're pretty much the aliens 2.0-but at that moment we decided to take the fight to them because we were sick of all the chaos they were causing."
"This is where Pixels came in. A last hope for a species in trouble. Pixels is not a typical machine, but a cluster of nanobots working in tandem. Pixels' armor is the Power Suit-armor for soldiers Squaddies and up. The suit typically provides decent amounts of protection, but Pixels had to go for a lighter suit as our scout."
I take a moment.
"And Pixels is the only experiment like it."
I see Sagittarius walk in. She has the mission briefings in her hand.
"Hmmm, Sagittarius, hand those over. Let's see what we've got here..."
The sniper hands over the briefings with her own notes.
"Palace in the heavens to defend. Recommended: Sagittarius or me."
"Wasteland to investigate. Recommended: Pixels."
"Tropics-investigate for criminal activity. Recommended: Pixels or Sagittarius."
"Hostage situation in Somalia. Recommended: Me."
The last line was spoken with an unusual amount of tensity.
"On our world, too..."
I spot Pixels walking back. Apparently whatever they did, Pixels is now good to go.
"OK everybody. Briefing now."
I create a psionics board in the air, with the missions on it.
"Sagittarius. You are to aid Lady... Palutena? Paletta? Agh, I can't get her name right. Anyways, head to the palace-and make anything trying to mess with the palace pay."
"Pixels. Investigate the wasteland and take as many of whatever they have down before EVAC. Don't go ASAP-we may change your mission to the tropics to check for criminal activity."
"I'm heading to Somalia to deal with the hostage situation."
"If you guys complete your mission early, help for others still in their mission appreciated."
Affirmatives from both of them-well, Sagittarius actually said it. Pixels projected a check mark.
 
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Sagittarius
Well, that's that.
I walk away, leaving the Commander to contemplate what to do. Could go to that angel kid and try and get info about that palace. If Palutena has surviving troops, then the Commander goes. If not, I go.
I track down the angel kid (Pit). Time to learn more about the palace.
"Hey, kid. Got a question for you."
Ehhh... not my best intro. Please don't get mad and break something.
 
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Ib soon woke up from stasis with sleepy eyes. The baby-faced girl slowly opened her creepy crimson red eyes. She slept like a baby. She slowly rose up up from her bed. She noticed that she was no longer wearing her white blouse and red pleaded skirt and cravat. Her kneesocks and footwear was replaced too. SHe was wearing unfamiliar grey pj's. Ib's emotionless face stayed calm. with a mild scratch on her head she calmly wondered where she is now. She was not scared nor worried one bit. She kept cool and calm as she analyzed her surroundings.

"Aah, the time has arrived once again, I see? Wake up, heroes. This is your new home."
An unfamiliar voice spoke to her. Ib didn't find this very surprising though.

(Ib's comprenhension)
"As I am most certain that you are aware, this is a time of sure ???. The ??? is collapsing in on itself, ??? continuous disaster, war, and poison all across the ??? of ??? that can be ???. I have brought you all here in the time that you were needed the most. Please, when you feel comfortable in doing so, exit your ???, and head down the corridor to the plaza. I hope you have a safe stay."

Ib listened carefully to the announcement. Sadly, due to her limited vocabulary. She didn't understand the announcement completely. She does know that she needs to leave the room she is currently in since it is so bland and lonely. She hopped of the bed she was sitting in and headed towards the exit which was blocked with a PIN code. She somehow knew how to operate one and open the door for some reason. She took a quick peek out side her room before stepping out completely. Her facial expression remained the same. She still thought that she is still in the art gallery. Although, she was worried about where her rose went and where clothes are too. The girl simply kept calm and walk as she is instructed too.

Many interesting beings and objects filled Ib's view. She was surprised that none of them didn't seem to mind her much. Her tiny height and stature made her almost stand out in the crowd. The way she reacts to all of this is stunningly creepy. She looks at everything seems to be normal and something that she sees daily. Her silky long brown hair is what makes her noticable to other's eyes.

"Warm welcomes, ambitious heroes! Sorry for the wait, we had to delay your waking-up until those four had completed their mission. I am Tetsuya; you can just call me Future."

As Ib followed as she is told. Ib noticed a crowd and a rather familiar looking man was leading them. Ib stood in the very back while she listened. There was so many interesting individuals towering over her height that she was hardly seen in the first place.

"Enter your changing booths, because you're about to get your equipment back! And, your powers won't be ??? any longer. Isn't that something else? It's pretty much necessary, considering how much fighting you'll be doing... But I ???! Scurry along!"

Ib found her answer to her problems earlier than she expected. Obeying as she is told she equipped her belongings. She was back in her former clothes and her synthetic red rose that she holds so dear is back in her hand. Ib is now wondering on how to move onto the next part of art gallery, even though she is no longer in the art gallery.

Feel free to take a tour and speak to anyone about, well, anything! I'll be waiting for you in the Monarch's chamber. We need to broadcast some important information about the quests to come. However, due to a lack of readied heroes, only three squads can currently be made, and one of you will have to stay here."

Seems like the futuristic man's instructions were the way to go. She decided to aimlessly wander around all by herself, no surprise since she just a kid. She was looking for the perfect individual to ask.

(Free of interaction)​
 
Narancia1.pngNarancia Ghirga

As the stasis began to wear off on him, Narancia slowly opened his eyes and sat upwards in the unfamiliar bed. "Where the hell am I?" Narancia blinked and looked around the room, this didn't look anything you'd find in Venice. Not even a hospital room could look this boring. As he went to scratch his head, Narancia noticed that someone had gone and changed his shirt while he was out. This wasn't nearly as shocking to him when he looked down at his legs and saw his grey pajama bottoms. "What the hell! Some pervert took my clothes!"

Narancia jumped from the bed and looked at the only door in the room. He rushed towards it and slammed his fists against it. "Hey, ya pervert! You better let me out of here or I'll fucking kill you!" With no knob to turn, Narancia started kicking at the door in anger. "You hear me? I said let me out of here, goddamnit!" Narancia kicked the metal door a little too hard, making his foot hurt like hell. Holding his one foot in his hands, Narancia hopped on the other as he let out a string of curses.

"Aah, the time has arrived once again, I see? Wake up, heroes. This is your new home." She said, with a brief pause between that and her next sentence. "As I am most certain that you are aware, this is a time of sure peril. The Multiverse is collapsing in on itself, spawning continuous disaster, war, and poison all across the array of universes that can be overlooked. I have brought you all here in the time that you were needed the most. Please, when you feel comfortable in doing so, exit your containment cells, and head down the corridor to the plaza. I hope you have a safe stay."

"What the hell are you talking about? And how am I supposed to leave when you've got this weird door locked?" Just as the Monarch had finished her speech, four random numbers had suddenly popped into Narancia's head. Looking back the door, Narancia saw a keypad right next to it. Having nothing to lose, Narancia typed in the numbers in the order they appeared in his head and when the last button was pushed the door had opened with a whoosh. With an excited "Yes," Narancia exited the room and proceeded to run down the corridor in search of an exit.

This place was really weird, it looked like something out of a sci-fi movie. Was he on some kind of movie set? Narancia had eventually reached the end of the corridor and it quickly became apparent that this was the real deal. Looking around him, this place looked like some kind of top-secret military base. Narancia walked towards the group of eight, all of whom looked like a bunch of weirdos to him. "What the hell is this place," Narancia bluntly asked no one in particular. Before any of them could answer, another person had appeared to introduce himself.

Future laughed, brushing some hair away from the metallic side of his face, and greeting everyone that gathered there. "Warm welcomes, ambitious heroes! Sorry for the wait, we had to delay your waking-up until those four had completed their mission. I am Tetsuya; you can just call me Future." Then, his head would nod, as he wrapped an arm around the winged young man's shoulders. "Yes. The Multiverse is full of alternate timelines and environments! Ahh, variety is the spice of life..." He sighed, wandering around in a circle, lost in thought for a moment, until his organic eye twitched immensely, compelling him to turn back to the group. "Ah, yes. You'll want to come down here with me! Just a sec!"



Narancia warily followed Future and the others, he made sure he was at the back of the group in case this guy was leading them into some kind of trap. The teen would've prefered to just gun this 'Future' guy down with his Stand Aerosmith and bust out of this place, but for some reason, it wouldn't appear. 'Don't tell me this guy has a Stand that can stop other Stands from appearing. I'll just have to play along until I find a chance to get out of here.'

Utilizing his mechanical right arm, he displays a holographic keyboard, and punches in a password, an approximate characters-per-minute count displaying a value of 800. He was lightning fast at typing, with Mei's response being a little leap, and a giggle. "Wow!" Sam was nonchalant, as he had seen many strange advancements within his life. Once the panel that they were standing on ratcheted far down, until stopping with a metallic clunk, they had reached a floor with 13 private chambers. Each were marked with a short name of each persona. "Enter your changing booths, because you're about to get your equipment back! And, your powers won't be restricted any longer. Isn't that something else? It's pretty much necessary, considering how much fighting you'll be doing... But I digress! Scurry along!" Pit sighed in relief, upon gaining word that he wouldn't lose all of his powers and weapons forever. Several minutes passed along, with the heroes unable to hear any voices but their own as they found all of their belongings in their personal booths.

Narancia didn't know what this guy's deal was, but apparently, he was letting them change back into their own clothes. Narancia walked into his booth and changed into his tank top, pants, skirt, wristbands and bandana which he amateurishly wrapped around his head. He remembered Future saying something about his powers being restricted, so to test this out Narancia tried summoning Aerosmith again, and sure enough, the miniature fighter plane appeared almost as if it had never gone. Narancia had even found his knife in the booth which he tucked gently into his pants pocket. Having gotten all his stuff back, Narancia left the changing booth and reunited with the others again.

The floor shifted back up once more, until they had reached the central plaza of the sluggish spacecraft yet again, with several human-esque robotic figures, monkeys, and now sophisticated-seeming engineers were working on a few corners and booths of the place, while a man with scraggly hair and a mustache lay against the counter of the coffee shop in wait of customers. Future then talked to the heroes once more. "Feel free to take a tour and speak to anyone about, well, anything! I'll be waiting for you in the Monarch's chamber. We need to broadcast some important information about the quests to come. However, due to a lack of readied heroes, only three squads can currently be made, and one of you will have to stay here."

Narancia had a lot of questions for Future but just as soon as he had left the booth he was gone. He'd have to ask him later when they met again at this 'Monarch Chamber'. But for now, Narancia stood with both arms crossed, looking at everyone who hadn't wandered off yet. "Does anyone here know what the hell is going on?!"

[ AshuraaHunter AshuraaHunter
@ Everyone still in the center of the Ship ]​
 
Sagittarius
The sniper's response was to turn around.
"Well, it's a long story. I'll give the short story to try and make things quick, but I'll give the long story if you want it."
I calmly put my plasma rifle away, and turn to the new hero. Well, he doesn't look like much of a threat if he's angry, but can't take risks...
Hm, well, here goes...
"Basically we're summoned from different universes. To fight some evil in the universe, one that threatens to kill us all."
The grim smile on Sagittarius' face was apparent.
"From what I've inferred apparently the "Monitor" summons the best heroes it can find. How..."
"I don't know."
Well, did my best. There's stuff I can hide behind, right?
 
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Joseph cringed at hearing the Commander recount the horrors his universe has experienced. "Geez, that's almost as bad as..." The Swede cut himself off. "A-anyway Commander, I appreciate talking to you, and I really hope your universe finally reaches peace." Joseph professionally stated, exerting his understanding of rank and authority to recognize the Commander as someone higher than he would've ever been able to achieve. The feeling of anxiety had lasted throughout their entire conversation, and now that Joseph isn't preoccupied with talking, his mind is made aware once again.

His heart rate increases, breathing picks up, the entirety of his body shivers; "I-I'm really sorry for uh, acting like this Commander." the sweating security guard apologized. A sound resounded at the far reaches of Joseph's vision; an obnoxious noise, equated to a small creature scuttling around trying not to be seen. Gaining frustration, Joseph turned to face whatever adversary had it's sights on him; but there was nothing there. Figuring to save face, Joseph turned back to the commander to apologize again. "You're probably a very busy person; lots to do especially at your rank. I'll just stop bothering you and let you go about your business."

Amidst his nervous breakdown, Joseph could overhear a very boisterous, and confused, individual asking a lot of questions. "Sounds like there's even more recruits; better go greet them." The Swede gave a salute he was taught back on earth, then froze when he remembered the Commander would have no idea what a salute from another universe represented. Joseph bolted to go greet the very loud addition to the ship.

GearBlade654 GearBlade654 GinkyGotBack GinkyGotBack
 
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MR DARK

Main Central

Near Ib (though he would be more than audible to nearby folk) ( Vagabond Spectre Vagabond Spectre )​

Now that Mr Dark had adjusted to his new surroundings, he suddenly remembered something. He remembered that he had his ultimate plans foiled due to the pathetic creature the people of the Glade of Dreams called a 'hero' - that barely sentient pile of body parts called Rayman. If his minions weren't such idiots, perhaps his plans may have come to fruition...well, not even Mr Dark can plan for sheer incompetency. A unbridled rage flowing through him, rage that seemed to even corrupt the pure and positive pink energy from the Orb he was holding into a black, hateful malicious energy, the dark magic master grasped the Orb firmly in both disembodied hands - still shaking from anger - as he summoned his faithful, brainless slave from whatever depths Mr Dark kept him in.

Dark Rayman appeared in a bright flash of blackness - it was an odd experience, to be sure. How something so dark and corrupt as the sphere of chaos Mr Dark created could be so light was unclear, yet it was almost blinding. Perhaps it wasn't light that blinded those that saw it, but maybe fear. Crawling out of the portal of blackness came a detached hand, then another, before finally the entirety - metaphorically speaking - leaped out of the portal. He fell to his knees, however, as he was summoned before Dark Rayman began pleading for his life. "Please, my lord...forgive - urkk!" Before the poor evil soul could even finish his weak attempt at an apology, Mr Dark had grabbed him by his tar coloured hair, if that was even what it could be called, and squealed in a mixture of fear of agony and fear.

Speaking in a harsh, frightening tone that even seemed to echo around the nearby area, Mr Dark's eyes began to glow a tremendously hot red, seemingly igniting through nothing but sheer rage and anger, and his cloak began to billow out and almost surrounded Darkray slightly - as if it was trying to give the loyal servant no chance of escape. "You pathetic, incompetent, waste of a Red Lum! I give you one simple task - one! But no, not only do my Generals and their pitiful armies disappoint me, but my closest creation too? Is this my reward for creating you - failure? Fail me again, you idiotic brute, and you'll wish that I would just simply allow your worthless existence to end. Do I make myself clear?" Mr Dark needed no reply. He knew fine well that Darkray was to obey him, no matter what - he knew the next time Mr Dark asked something of Darkray, he was either going to succeed or die trying. Both of which were a positive to Mr Dark - at least, he didn't care too much if Darkray died. He could create a better, newer one if he had the right materials.

Still angry, although admittedly feeling a lot better after taking his rage out on something that looked vaguely like Rayman, he barged through the crowds, even knocking a poor girl (Ib - do you mind that I'm saying that he knocked her/moved her to the side? If not, do tell me :) ) to the side in the process. He definitely didn't seem to care what happened to the girl or her beautiful fake rose, but Darkray certainly seemed to notice her. His eyes were filled with an unusual hatred, as the cross on his free floating chest began to glow with an intense dark magical heat. "Do not bump into the Master. I will show you what happens to idiots that bump into the Master!" Before he could continue, however, he felt a presence down the back of his...well, gap between his head and his chest. "What. Did. I. Just. Say. Darkray, get a damn move on! Now!" With an intimidated 'eep', he quickly began to move on. Mr Dark's gaze, however, remained on the girl for a few moments longer before he began to turn away.
 
The Commander
OK. Something is wrong, and it doesn't take psionics to know it.
I seriously consider asking the guard a question. I decide to do it.
"Mr. Eikstaen!"
I wave my hand and run towards him.
"You seem rather troubled. No, I am not busy. But, I have a question."
I scratch my chin.
"You seem... disturbed. Is something the matter?"
BlightGiver BlightGiver
 
Joseph was embarrassed to say the least; here he was talking with someone who had a state of mind similar to his, and yet the Swede had let all his composure fly out the window this whole time. Giving a hefty sigh, Joseph turned back to the Commander to answer the high ranking man's question. "Who am I kidding, yes, something's the matter!" He loudly stated, trying not to make the man regret inquiring. "Similar to your situation, my Earth was also struck by a apocalyptic catastrophe..." He paused to gain the fortitude to retell events without remembering the specific details. "But there's nothing left; everyone is dead, or rather undead. Nothing to save; I'm the only survivor." Looking around, the distraught security guard continues his story. "In fact, being brought here literally saved me; if I didn't end up going through that portal, I'd be dead like everyone else."

"Learning of other universes was a blessing, to say the least. I'd be surrounded by people to talk to, compared to the contrary. In a way, I've sort of gotten over what happened back on Earth; at least what happened there stays there. No other universes will have to suffer what I've gone through, compounding their troubles even further." Joseph then begins to whisper so only the Commander can hear. "Or so I thought; every since my first mission assigned by the Monarch, I've had this terrible feeling. A feeling that maybe something from my universe came here with me, putting everyone else's at risk. And let me tell you, anything from my universe is bad news; like a virus, it'll sweep across everything. All that will be left is destruction and twisted things that once were your comrades. Ultimately, that's why I came to you about asking for Pixels; I was hoping he'd be able to use some super powered scan or something to help me. I don't think I can get any moment's peace around here without knowing for sure." Joseph proclaimed in a long winded monologue, then adding, "S-sorry for dumping all my problems onto you. I just hope I only have some high stress and that my anxiety is wrong."

GearBlade654 GearBlade654
 
The Commander
The black domes on the helmet of the suit glowed purple. The Commander uttered odd words in an unknown language.
While he did that, the Commander quietly extended his hand into the air, and eventually put it down, the purple glow fading.
"I... have interesting news."
The Commander took a deep breath.
"I detected a second psionic signature from you. I personally am going to go the worst case scenario and say it's what you fear."
"Do me a favor and tell me precisely what you're scared of. If it's organic, I can twist that thing's mind to my will."
BlightGiver BlightGiver
 
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Ib wandered aimlessly for a few moments. Her eyes were experiencing too much things that she has never seen before. Ib made her steps smaller so she doesn't wander off somewhere too far. Her attention was diverted literally anywhere. In fact she didn't even notice she bumped into a entity so big to her size. Her custom made handkerchief that her mother gave to her fell of her skirt pocket and to the ground upon impact with the big guy. This armor clad entity disturbed Ib although she showed no fear in her eyes or face.

"I'm sorry. I didn't see you, sir." Ib mistaken the towering creature as a man in armor while apologizing. Ib left without her handkerchief that she held so dear. She began to wander off again.

*Ib's Handkerchief has been dropped

GearBlade654 GearBlade654

Ib stood still after leaving the creature be. She nnever noticed her clean white handkerchief with name sewn in it was now gone. While standing her tall figure bumped into her. She almost lost her balance, luckily she stood tall. The dark eerie figure's companion told her off. Instead of being scared like every other child. Ib became confused. One can tell that she shows no fear in her face but confusion. She slightly tilted her head to her right and stared into the tall drak figure's deep glowing yellow eyes with her natural crimson blood red eyes.

The Fabulous Emerald The Fabulous Emerald
 
Pixels
The robot was now interested in the handkerchief that Ib dropped.
Deciding to return the handkerchief, the machine walked off, all the while analyzing the handkerchief. Nothing special.
Storing the handkerchief's photos in it's "brain", it walked off, holding the handkerchief to return.
And promptly spotted Mr. Dark. The machine's response was to watch in absolutely no emotion at Darkray's punishment, and walk off to hand the handkerchief to Ib, careful not to disturb the magician.

Vagabond Spectre Vagabond Spectre
 
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