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"Calm, JinLi. Energy is contagious." Chaska's "bio-voice" is unworried and unhurried. "Use energy in combat, in training. Otherwise conserve. No want get tired too soon, yes?" JinLi had so far been a good teammate. She seemed responsible, communicative, and she acted like a teammate...

"O.K., JinLi." @Eonivar @Psychie Chaska and Woodstock pause. He uses the pause to digest what he has learned while keeping his UV vision and Echo-location active. Chaska readies his Spore Discharger and covers Jin. Though she's shrouded by the Stealth Field, he tries to mentally tag her...

In an unbothered tone, Chaska casually reminds. "We Cerberus. ChiefRybeck call us his gorehounds. I think this mean we pack, not individuals." In sharing his point of view, Chaska's calm voice sounds like that of a thoughtful philosopher. "But no want pack? Then no pack. No need Chaska...

@Psychie O Mighty Flat Cat tries to rise up and help anyone else back to their feet. "Is dere someting we should know?" he asks Korran with wide eyes and great curiosity. Flat Cat. =)

@Psychie "Oaths?" thinks Dreamy as she seems to ponder deeply for a few moments. "I'm glad he decided to have Oleg before he joined his Order, but I hope those oaths don't include providing medical treatment to women - bullets and bombs doesn't discriminate." "It's more than O.K., Oleg!"...

Chaska pauses. Seems to consider. Then he resumes. Over the Bio-Comms, you hear his reply. "Eight voices. One direction."

Dreamy stays close as she doffs her cloak. "Mr. Colson? Would you trace my fingers over the design? I'd like to know what it feels like if that's O.K.?" The Altarian Ninja Undead Hunter seems not only ready to go but eager to do so!

@Eonivar @Mirgris @One of Hearts @Psychie @Sherwood "Follow me, JodiAxel." It is Chaska's voice over the Bio-Comms. Being that Bio-Comms are a telepathic-like form of sympathetic vibrations, Chaska's voice is his mental voice, not his physical voice - every word crystal clear - one thought...

"Mebbe I should'a stayed in me big cat body!" O Mighty Fat Cat tries to keep his footing by lowering his center of gravity.

@Eonivar @Mirgris @One of Hearts @Psychie @Sherwood Chaska is already exploring the monorail tube for anything out of the ordinary. "Battle Track..." his oddly accented voice comes softly and proudly over the Bio-Comms. "Battle Track fight well, die properly! Lance, Pretty Birb, strike...

As the Battle Track meets its end, so too does Chaska's brief change in behavior. He stands before the defeated Machine watching it roast and glow for just a moment. He sheathes his swords. Then he raises one hand to his forehead and closes his eyes in what appears to be a gesture of respect...

"Oh! All right," she rises and stretches her healthy limbs. "I say let us go onward then!" Dreamy smiles with youthful eagerness and points completely in the wrong direction. Then she pauses, waiting for movement from the others. She has no idea which way to go and knows it. Still, she's...

"Apollo zanbato!" he declares to the Battle Track, announcing to the Machine who he is and what martial art system is it about to face. He draws both of his swords - aiming one at the core of the Battle Track. Chaska has declared a promise born of the martial way of life - a way of honorably...

@Eonivar @Mirgris @Psychie @Sherwood Chaska stares at the Battle Track with a silent intensity while keeping the huge metal monstrosity between himself and the overwhelming numbers of Sky Fighters that fly not far enough away. Sometimes it was possible to evade notice - sometimes fate had its...

@GunMan2 @Psychie @Sherwood Leisurely sitting nearby, carefully sipping from a container of orange juice, Dreamy does a lot of listening and quiet thinking. One doesn't need sight to put pieces together and she is not only paying full attention, but with an occasional "mmm!" here and there...

@Chowlett @Eonivar @jaydude @Psychie @Rykon @Sherwood - in case your alerts bork! =) Once O Mighty Fat Cat is able to speak, he gives Amara a wide grin when she playfully punches his shoulder. "Jus' glad to be of help. Besides... Han Tha had dis comin' to him... an' more!" The Lunar pauses...

Chaska is already aimed in that direction when Toni's voice comes over the Bio-Comms. His own voice is as smooth and cool as newly-forged steel. "Iz troo, Toni. We fly to Machine jet fighters? We die." Keeping a firm hold on Woodstock as he dives lest they get separated by the force of...

@Mirgris @Psychie @Sherwood Chaska relays his findings to the rest of Cerberus. He goes along with whatever they want to do.

With a series of pained and disgusted expressions, O Mighty Fat Cat spits out the vile flesh of the demon-thing onto its putrid corpse. Then, unable to stand it any longer, the Lunar's immense form quickly shrinks, lessening in size until he is his furless human size once more. As soon as he...

O Mighty Fat Cat cannot speak in in this, his most terrible form - his Spirit-animal form in Mountainous Expression. If ever there was a physical form for O Mighty Fat Cat's most desperate situations, this, he realizes, is it. It is not just his size, it is his mentality. He is held to a...