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Sweet. Definitely glad this thing's back.

"Oh hardy har-har." Vern regarded Toy with that sort of look, setting his gait toward the sentient mechanoid, "Don't make me come up there. Because I will, and you know it."

It was an empty threat of course; more comradely than anything else, and even the most oblivious listener could tell so. Thus it came as no surprise that the Krayten continued, "Nice to see you too..."

Thomas Morrigan saw it all. Day-in, day-out, he saw and spoke to all manner of beings, from the most glamorous of heroes to the vilest of villains, all doing this, that, the other, and a zillion different random things, but most with only one purpose in mind when they came to speak to him:

To redeem their tickets.

Thomas Morrigan was one of those fellows people came to when they'd gathered together enough tickets through the Architect system to 'cash them in' for something - salvage, recipes, one name it, he had it. Of course, every now and then someone would also come to him just for information, usually because it was their first time here or due to a long absence and they'd forgotten that the information desk was in the ground floor lobby (flyers especially fell into that category). Thus Thomas Morrigan encountered a much greater amount of 'diversity' on a daily basis than many other people did in a decade. This in turn led to a certain amount of boredom, for it naturally came with a problem.

He'd seen it all.

Until today.

"Hello."

Thomas looked up from his newspaper at the greeting, carried by the tone of a young human male, by the sound of it perhaps in his late thirties or early forties. At least that's what it sounded like - for when he looked to where he expected said man to be standing, there was no one there. This was of course very strange, for with his headgear, Thomas could 'see' even the most well-disguised stalker. Now, however, he didn't see a thing, with his eyes or otherwise, which naturally left him in quite the stupor for several seconds, wondering if he'd imagined the voice.

"Down here." it spoke again there and then, as if to confirm that he was indeed not, and this time Morrigan's attention stood high enough to pin down the source's location as right before the counter. So he leaned over to get a look at it.

He'd thought he'd seen it all.

There on the floor right before him sat a deep-green thing that his mind at first glance equated with a dragon no larger than a sizeable dog - a Great Dane perhaps - and sitting in the same manner too, casually looking up at him with a pair of slitted, amber eyes. His second glance, however, gave the first one the boot, for the quadrupedal 'dragon' had no manner of horns, spikes, plates, or even scales for that matter, its leathery, deep-green hide not even remotely resembling that of any reptile.

"Yes, I'm really here." it said with a mouth so full of sharp, predatory teeth that Thomas wondered how in the world it could communicate so clearly, let alone speak in the first place. If the being caught any wind of that, it certainly didn't show it though, instead raising the trio of claws that formed the toes of its right front paw and turning them to the side while it asked, "Where do I find the data stream entrance?"

"Uhm...down there." Morrigan pointed toward the stairs, and didn't stop doing so for a good while, even as the four-legged creature thanked him and went on its way, heading to and down the stairs in the manner of a large, predatory cat out for a stroll that might bring the evening meal. The silver collar about its neck certainly didn't help any in that department, especially with that large, smooth, deep-blue jewel sitting in its center like that. Thomas found himself in loops trying to figure out how much that thing might have been worth, and therefore only stopped pointing at the stairs once the next person to walk up to him asked why.

And there he'd thought he'd seen it all.

The Krayten he'd spoken to, on the other hand, didn't pay him much mind after that. He was more interested in taking in the general area, with senses visual and otherwise. Truth be told, he'd never thought Architect Entertainment would be getting off the ground since it necessitated cooperation between Dr. Aeon, Crey Biotech, and some of Paragon City's most esteemed heroes, first and foremost of course Dr. Raymond Keyes, a.k.a. Positron. Still it had happened (he knew how, too; but seeing and believing were still two completely different things), and all the plans had gone forward - even the numerous sinister plots he'd thought for sure would've been weeded out before the system came online.

Note to self: next time Ace asks you to write a virus, ask what it's for.

Of course, he wasn't here for that now. The virus deal had long since passed. Right now, the Krayten was here to meet with someone else. Now where had that someone gotten to...?

Wow!

Welcome back, TS. I'd wondered where you'd gone. Glad to hear you're better now. So, did that 'summer project' of yours ever materialize, or did circumstances kind of kick that up and away?

In either case, you already know my main bad boy, so if ya feel like it, have at him.

How interesting. However, I do agree that this shouldn't be limited to just the US side.

Say, that's pretty cool. And useful. Almost makes me build up the courage to color some of these pencil scribbles of mine...almost.

Man, I feel old now, haha.

Okay then. Took me a while to decide this, even among the characters that I personally created, but I think at the moment my 'favorite' character is my own emo-boy, Jade, mostly because the contrast of his strong phyiscal and weak mental aspects (not to mention his emotional instability) is just so fun to mess with.

As for what he'd do in that situation? Glowing Eyes of Doom. He'd glare really, really hard, and since he doesn't need to blink, that tends to quiet down even the most energetic people. If that doesn't work, he'd probably resort to begging.

Um, do you want us to pick and choose 2 or 3 characters for this? Because if we write reactions for all of them...well, let's just say quite a few of us have a great many people running about in our heads.

Pretty much. Nothin' to it but to do it.

57 is an age.

Huh. And there I thought it was just my internet being quirky again. Nice to see the problem's not on my end for once.

I'm sure you could if you gave it a chance. Don't be afraid of 'not measuring up' to those stories. Let them inspire you. Heck, I don't know which one it was anymore, but I do know it was one of Essex's stories that got me started writing Just A Stranger. I never would've put that down here if I hadn't been inspired by her.

Two brains, only enough blood for one at a time. Definitely dude.

You should get back into it then. We miss ya.

I still say that those theories assume too much to be considered valid until proven. The time-dependent, closed-system approach just doesn't encompass enough of what exists to adequately desribe the state of the system as a whole.

Bwahahaha! Nice, nice!

Also..

*tosses some ribbons*

Sure, go right ahead. I even have an online list of mine and some friends' characters these days for easy referencing.

Very nice. I really like those iterative additions.

The large Cerosian stumbled back with the sudden appearance of the wormhole. Reacting quickly, he grasped the deck of the ferry so tightly that planks sundered and plates cracked, but in the end it did no good. Rushed into the wormhole, Maximilian found himself a mile away over the ocean, entering the waters with a tremendous splash.

"Well dang." Acid remarked, visibly disappointed, "That was a whole lot more anticlimactic than I'd expected. Oh well. Catch ya 'round."

With that, his form rippled and vanished from sight, the Khelari having turned invisible in most of the electromagnetic spectrum with the aid of his deflector. Thus hidden, he attempted to sneak his way off the ship...

Me too, haha. Loving it.

Since there seems to be this aversion to fur, how about metal tails? My werewolf cyborg sure could use one.

((Boh. And no - it just sounded like a much better comparison to what it looks like than 'creepy-looking transformer with wheels where they make sense and funkily small and non-face-bearing head'. ))