"Hrro Fr Mrgmff..." Essex greeted Morgant piteously from where she hung. The next moment, she wheeled in surprise at the scream from inside, struggling to get down from Rosalind's grip as Hal dashed off into the building.
Rosalind just yawned at the scream, the were-human just examining her claws as she kept her grip on Essex.
"Jeez, your little boyfriend sure ran off hella fast." she said coolly. "Can't say I blame him."
"Hz nt my bffrnd!" Essex said indignantly, struggling to raise herself above the collar of the armor.
Rosalind quirked an eyebrow. "Yeah, right."
With that, she began walking into the mansion nonchalantly, carrying Essex aloft by the collar as she went.
Japancakes.
Art - Theme 005 - Seeking Solace
Hallucinogen approached Kaloaten and Kairashi nervously. He had never met these two before. . .
And then Moonscribe appeared out of thin air.
"Ah yes, hello," he said, addressing Kairashi. "Fletcher Trudeau, or more accurately the oni who possesses him. My greetings to you."
". . . What?" said Hal. "Moonscribe, do you know this guy?"
Moonscribe frowned. "Come to think of it. . . no. I have never seen him before in my life."
Hal facepalmed with an exasperated sigh.
"My apologies," Moonscribe continued, inclining his head. "It is so difficult sometimes to remember what it is that I know. Hello, Pharaoh. I have no idea who you are."
((I do hope all that is accurate. 
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"We're really going to have to sort things out," Toy said as he followed Rosie and Essex inside, Solid Shot hot on his heels. "Find some way of introducing ourselves all at once, figure out who gets the rooms with windows, those sorts of things."
"And-" Solid started, making an aborted grab for Essex.
"We could start-" he said as he tried again and missed as Rosie took a quick step forward.
"Screw this," Solid sighed, exasperated as he jumped over Rosie, put a hand up in front of her face to stop her, and plucked Essex from her grasp. "Someone really has to teach you some manners."
"You ok, kiddo?" he asked Essex as he set her down.
"She's survived worse," Toy said dismissively. "Although you do have a point. Go a little easier on the drama-bot, eh Rosie?"
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In the living room with the TV, Kairaishi, Kaloa, and the others that had gone ahead, something lurked in the back behind a random assemblege of comfy chairs and couches. A bright red mechanical tentacle extended itself over the top of a couch and swiveled back and forth to look at everyone who was presently in the room. Slowly sliding back down, there was some shuffling and then the sound of two blow guns being fired.
Two diamond filament lines shot up from behind the couch and attatched to the wall above the TV. Then, a bright red battle drone jumped up and let itself be wheeled in, flying through the air until it was hanging suspended about six feet above the ground and right over Hal's head.
"That was fun!" Mini Bot screeched as it waggled its limbs around wildly, now sporting a pair of four fingered claws with wrist mounted lasers instead of the standard laser mount and mace set-up. "Do it again!"
"Shut the hell up!" rumbled a voice from up the stairs. "When I get untangled from these damn sheets I'm gonna flatten you!"
Mini Bot made a farting noise and the continued to hang there, its quintet of red glowing eyes whirring softly as it watched everyone come in.
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
Essex let out a little squeak as she was placed back on the ground, adjusting her upper armor indignantly as she shuffled to hide behind Solid.
"I'm fine, sir, thank you." she said gratefully, peeking out from behind the larger android's leg to look uneasily at Rosalind.
Rosie just sighed with a little wave of her hand. "Awh, chill, I'm just funnin' the kid." she said carelessly. "She can take it. But if the big bots say lay off, guess I better."
The were-human's attention was abruptly shifted to Kairaishi. She sniffed the air, her eyes widening a touch.
"...Oooh. An Oni." she breathed. "Murasaki class as well. Maybe this isn't a total [censored] waste of my time after all."
Japancakes.
Art - Theme 005 - Seeking Solace
Kefetasura had managed to get himself seated on top of the big-screen, his legs dangling down the center of it. He giggled wickedly at the "meeting" of Kaloaten and Kairaishi, though he pouted a bit after the jounin sheathed their blades.
"I thought you guys had some dumb honor thing about the sword needing to taste blood before going back in the sheath," he protested, "Or is that just talented ninjas? Anyway, this show sucks. See if Carlos Mencia is on! I love that song he does about Kanye West being a crazy n..."
"Not to interrupt, but I do not think the word you are about to say is polite in mixed company," Helper said as he wandered into the room, his arms so laden with the bags of others that his head could not be seen behind them. Still, somehow, the robot managed to navigate the room without colliding with anything. Although, he was stopped by the locked door that led to the rest of the house.
The robot started off-loading bags one by one into a very neat stack next to the door.
"Hey!" Kefetasura barked at him. The small purple-skinned demon-man had stood up on the television, his clothes rivaling Toy Dispenser's in sheer "he-must-be-color-blind'ness."
"I thought I told you to put my suitcase in my room, you dumb hunk of junk. Not 'Wherever's convenient.' Seriously, you suck, butler-bot! I want to register a complaint to the Queensryche people! Not only does their music suck, the service sucks too!"
"Please calm down, sir. I am not affliated with our hosts in any way. I would not want you to reflect poorly on them for my shortcomings," the robot said in a diplomatic voice.
Kefetasura hopped up onto the balcony and sat, his legs dangling and swishing lazily in the open air. The entire conflict seemingly had been forgotten.
Tomanton sighed, glancing over his shoulder at the setting sun, knowing the greetings would soon be wrapping up. "I knew that poor robot didn't work here. Now what trouble has Kaloaten gotten into...?"
He strode into the doors, glancing over his shoulder as he passed the bags to insure their two were indeed there. Coming behind Kaloaten- who, in the confusion of people, had merely snuck back onto the couch while mumbling apologies to Kairiashi (he hoped he could make it up to him better later) and began watching the ultraviolent anime. Tomanton grabbed him by the horns, titlting his head upwards to look at him.
"I saw that, Kaloaten. Next time you would do better to look before you leapt."
"I know, Tomanton, I know..." He averted his eyes. "I'll be more careful...?" The entire living room would lose a bit of light at that moment from the TV being turned off. Nobody was at the button, though, and the remote wasn't in sight.. A new voice played from the sound system- but its origin could easily be heard from the indoor balcony elevated above the main room.
"Requesting your attention."
The remote, likely confiscated earlier when Kairaishi was asleep, was in the hands of a young man of around 18 or 19 years of age- only his eyes and well-trimmed orange hair visible on the sleek black padded bodysuit that covered him from head to toe. His near-robotic military posture spoke of intense training and discipline.
"Greensryche Research, a subsidary of Greensryche Industries, thanks you for your interest regarding your participation in this social experiment. Unit Lyden requesting participants lower their voices and gather- contest parameters will then be detailed in full.
((And here they are: http://www.flickr.com/photos/77768780@N00/ ))
"Tell me again why I let you talk me into this? And give me a good reason, otherwise I'll hang up right now."
"Because you still owe me a favor from World 15, not to mention your public image could use a bit of brushing up."
"My 'public image' is just fine and dandy, thank you very much."
"Aw, stop being so grumpy about it. Just take it as a vacation."
"My idea of a vacation is jumping into a lava pit and not coming out for three days. That or a tropical beach. Not somewhere cold, like here. Atlantic ocean my foot - should be called the arctic."
"That's just your grump talking. Now drop it or I'll put on my Freud beard and ask you about your mother."
"You know I don't have a mother."
"I reject your reality and subsitude my own."
"I'm going with Ace on this one. No Freud beard for you."
"Awww...but I was having fun."
"Doesn't matter. You told me to protect him from any harm, and that includes the emotional distress you tend to dispense."
"Heh, on second thought, this might be amusing after all..."
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If anybody cared to look, they would see a night-black Ferrari Testarossa storm onto the mansion's driveway - or, at least, something that looked very much like one.
A few notable differences included the fully mirrored windows, ensuring no one could see inside the car, no matter day or night, not to mention angle, and the fact that there were no exhausts.
The most notable thing, however, was that instead of roaring onto the scene, the vehicle was almost silent, only the sound of tires on road accompanying the car as it swerved in a right angle and skidded to a stop sideways in front of the garage.
"Hey, I said I was gonna have fun." a voice said as the driver's door popped open, "I just happen to like driving recklessly. I don't get to do it often enough, anyway."
And with that, two black boots hit the ground, followed by the rest of a humanoid reptilian, leathery hide deep-green, and dressed in his usual outfit of white T-shirt and black jacket with matching pants and boots.
"I will." Acid Zero seemed to be speaking with the watch on his left wrist, "No, I won't promise I won't blow anything up. But I'll do my best not to. Oh, and one more thing, Doc - if I don't like this, you don't get to test anything on me for a month. Capiche...? I thought so."
With that, the conversation was over, and the trunk popped open, allowing him to retrieve the simple silver-gray sports bag from the car.
This one, he opened the passenger door, and a sleek black form instantly leaped out, seeming very happy to be in the fresh air again.
Indeed, Morko was delighted, taking a moment to roll down a grassy hill before returning to Acid's side. Though he walked on all fours, an observant person would notice several marks of a biped on the dark creature, which upright would probably have reached the same height as Acid, about two meters from head to toe.
However, that and the shape of the skull was about where the similarity ended. Unlike Acid's leathery hide, Morko's seemed perfectly smooth and didn't bother reflecting the sun much at all - not to mention the bone plate attached to the rear of his skull, making the thing almost twice as long. It was proably designed for protection of the neck, as it was too thin to house anything but bone.
"Alright then, let's go." Acid decided with a sigh, and the car's doors slammed shut again as he and Morsko wandered up to the entrance...
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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"Lyden!" Essex chirped happily, waving at the ginger-haired boy from behind Solid.
Rosalind turned her attention to the heavily-armored GSR Unit.
"[censored] me, I'm surrounded by robots." she grumbled as she obligingly began forward."
Japancakes.
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Kairaishi grinned from behind his mask, tilting his sakkat further over his eyes at Rosie's remark. "I wouldn't call myself Murasaki style...I ain't a chick, nor am I that envious or jealous of others. Think a bit later...13th century or so. Japanese Buddhist beliefs. I'm an Aka Oni, to be precise." That single statement would raise a few questions, but Kairaishi whirled around to face Lyden.
He ignored Kefetasura's statement, the Jounin continuing to stand behind him impassively, their head-taller-than-him height creating a strange constrast.
Morgant had made his way into the house as well, tilting his head left and right, having preferred to carry his own bag instead of burdening Helper with any more. He wandered around silently, trying to familiarize himself with the geography and floor plan of the mansion, at least as far as the locked doors would let him. As soon as Lyden came into the room, though, he entered as well, leaning up against a wall silently, just listening.
Helper obediently shuffled to the center of the room, having stacked all the bags into an exemplary pile.
Kefetasura glanced at Lyden from the corner of his eye, and proceeded to stare over the balcony in an attempt to see down the female participants shirts.
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"Well, if we are all 'weirdos' as you say... then would that not make this ordeal all the more interesting. Greensryche Industries is a prominent company on the isles- they would stage such a thing as this on good grounds. Furthermore.."
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CC opened her mouth to reply and then paused. She closed her mouth. She opened it again and then scrunched up her face. Frowning, she tilted her head to side.
"He means that there's probably nothing bad going to happen, doofus," Lily said, smacking CC in the shoulder. "Gawd, your vocabulary needs work."
"Ow! Hey, no fair!" CC rubbed her shoulder and glared at Lily. The glare only lasted a few seconds as the pair took in the conversations between Sir Morgant, a pyro, some androids and a dog-person. They overheard someone mention introductions, and then the group appeared to start for the house en masse.
"Oooh! Let's go explore!" CC grabbed Lily's arm and started off towards the front door at a sprint. "'Scuse me, pardon me, comin' through cutie!" The last was directed at the guy who'd gotten off the motorcycle.
"Ninja masks are so last season!" Lily managed to call out as CC sped for the door. CC swung her arm forward as she skidded to a stop, flinging Lily over the arm of the sofa.
"Oof!"
"Whoops! Sorry Lily!" CC sounded far too cheerful to be actually upset.
"Toad!" Lily pushed herself up and surveyed the room. Nodding nonchalantly at the others as they trickled in, she smoothed her hair and peered over the top of her sunglasses. She settled down to wait, leaning on the edge of the couch.
CC made a quick dashing circuit of the room, testing every door and peering into every corner. She even zipped up the stairs and back down again, ponytail streaming out behind her. Disappointed that there was nothing she could get into, she stomped down the stairs and over to Lily.
"Everything's locked," she whined. "What're we supposed to be doing?"
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"Greensryche Research, a subsidary of Greensryche Industries, thanks you for your interest regarding your participation in this social experiment. Unit Lyden requesting participants lower their voices and gather- contest parameters will then be detailed in full."
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Lily shrugged. "Listen to the twerp, I guess." She shoved her sunglasses back up her nose and stared down at the ground. Only the slight twitching of her ears indicated that she was paying attention at all.
((Thanks to Bayani for posting this for me. Insert where appropriate. I'm fighting with the forums today. 
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"We're not all that bad," Toy said as he walked beside Rosie. "Just the ones who actually act like robots."
"Not like me!" Mini Bot shouted from where it was suspended in the air, waving its hands at Rosie and Essex. "Hi healbot! Hi doggie!"
There was a sudden rumbling from down the hall and a ten foot tall black painted assault bot stomped into the room, its eye strip glaring brightly. But unlike other standard assault bot models, Combat Toy had undergone some upgrades. Its missile racks were now set flush against the shoulder, completely attatched to the body to quicken reloading time. Two stubby barrels also poked out from either side of where its stomach would be, showing where the plasma cannons had been moved to. Where the cannons had been were now a pair of thick hands, currently balled up in anger and frustration.
"What the hell did you mean, teleporting me into the freaking laundry room? It took me five god damned minutes to wade out of that crap! I'm about this close to blowing-!"
"Shut it, Combat Toy," Toy said coldly. "We're not blowing anything to smithereens. Got it? Now either sit down and cram it or you can go back to base and oversee the rest of the upgrades."
Subsiding under this apparently strong threat, the assault bot slumped over and cast dark looks at everyone nearby.
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
"Okay. . ." Hal said uncertainly, his eyes on Lyden.
"Very well, Pharaoh," Moonscribe said. "You are Pharaoh, I hope? Guardian also seems possible, but I think you have enough male characteristics still that. . . Oh. Forgive me, continue."
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"What the hell did you mean, teleporting me into the freaking laundry room? It took me five god damned minutes to wade out of that crap! I'm about this close to blowing-!"
"Shut it, Combat Toy," Toy said coldly. "We're not blowing anything to smithereens. Got it? Now either sit down and cram it or you can go back to base and oversee the rest of the upgrades."
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"Heh heh heh." Acid smiled broadly as he entered the mansion, bag slung over his shoulder, Morsko at his side, "Doesn't that sound familiar."
Apparently, he was late - not surprising, given the state of things. He could have sworn that tabe had been bolted to the floor, but the Doc had managed to prove otherwise.
Oh well, here he was, and to his great delight, he saw people he knew - make that cool people who didn't want to kill him soon as lay eyes on him.
And yes, Toy and Rosie most definetely counted as people in Acid's book - in fact, just about everyone counted as a person, no matter their physical form...or lack thereof...
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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Guardian? Pharaoh? He looked to Moonscribe, not having recognised either of those honorifics in his training.. then seeing that he had the attention of the majority of the people, he began again. He took a piece of paper from a belt pocket, neatly unfolding it and reading off of it.
"Greensryche Research thanks you again for choosing to participate in this event- if you are here and being read this note, then the turnout has been acceptable. You are all heroes and villains of a fairly high caliber, and have used your super-powered abilities time and time again to prove your dominance in most any endeavor to which you apply yourselves. Greensryche Research, however, would challenge you- what happens when, from the survival of the fittest, the element of fitness is taken away? The objective of this experiment is simple: At the end of each day, you will vote one of your own out of this house until only one remains.
We expect and encourage you to use every trick in the book to come out on top. Politics, Diplomacy, Subversion. Making and breaking voting alliances is not only allowed, but it is encouraged- consider yourself above playing dirty at your own peril.
Violent use of your powers and abilities is strictly forbidden- a power-restricting field can easily be put in place on this house, and we sincerely hope we will not have to resort to using it for the duration of this experiment. If you have any questions or concerns, please consult Lyden- he is effectively the on-premises director for all activities to take place on these grounds. He is in a position of authority- when he speaks, listen."
Lyden raised his head and looked once over the crowd before continuing.
"Remember, this contest is largely what you make of it. Do you consider yourself to be a survivor or an eliminator? Will you be passive, or directly manipulate others to ensure that you stay in the game? Whatever it is, my friends, be sure to make it stick. You will be paid upon completion of the study... should you win. I wish you all the best of luck."
Lyden then folded up the paper once more, and pocketed it.
"...A single administrative requirement must be met prior to contest beginning. Unit Lyden requesting each contestant to briefly identify and outline themselves. Identification will commence from left to right."
Kaloaten, who was at the far left, piped up excitedly. "I'm Kaloaten, but you can call me Kaloa! ..Because 'Ten' is my last name, and in our culture we just say the whole thing in one word.. Tomanton is my role model! He'll definitely know who to vote off!"
Tomanton, at the far right of the crowd, sighed.
Seeing that it was his turn to speak, Helper stepped forward.
"Hello. My name is Helper. I was constructed in 1916 by Dr. Julius Hermes. My purpose was to act as a fully autonomus laboratory assistant robot, a role which I fulfilled until his death in 1934 left me as the property of the Hermes Institute. I continued aiding in scientific experiments for several years until I was retro-fitted to perform maitainence and hazard work for the numerous nuclear experiments of the 1940's and 1950's. Eventually, the Hermes Institute was absorbed under the aegis of SERAPH, where I was put to work aiding the team that was tasked with reverse engineering Rikti technologies. For security purposes, my memories of that time were wiped. My powers were discovered accidentally by DATA technicians during routine maintainence. Since that time I have been granted greater autonomy in the pursuit of Hero related duties as well as my assistance duties. I also have a job working at a High School for super-powered children, where I act as custodian."
"Yeesh!" Kefetasura groaned. "I slept under a mountain for three thousand years and it took less time than that story!"
Cortianna blinked before realizing it was her turn.
"I am called Cortianna. I get annoyed at beings who think too loudly and tend to burn them into silence. I'm not a native of the Rouge Isles, but my school is there."
The pyrokinetic blinked and looked at the next in line intently.
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When in danger, or in doubt; Run in circles, scream and shout.
Experiment looked up, sighing as he stepped forward. "I am Experiment 2.0, hero of the city and tactical and technical aid of the Longbow Organization in many endevours. I use technology, my slightly weak mutation, and my natural skills in acrobatics and intelligence to fight crime in Paragon City."
2.0 nodded, dusting his arm off in an obvious 'that went well' way.
The orange and red armoured villain stepped forward. "I am Pyro-Technis, and I like burnin' stuff."
"Acid Zero." Acid nodded, leaning against the wall, "That's what they call me."
Damn it, Jack, you didn't say anything about a research firm! Just wait 'till I geT my hands on you!
A long black tail wrapping around his leg gave him the attentiveness to quickly continue, "Oh, and this is Morsko. And you were probably expecting someone else, but yeah...long story. But seeing how I'm here now, what can one win...?"
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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CC nearly bounced when it was her turn. "Catherine Anne Magdelene O'Malley! I go by CelticCross in Paragon though...CC for short." She grinned. "I like to get right up close and give 'em that one-two punch! And I'm pretty sturdy too!"
Lily sighed and smacked CC upside the head. "And hyper. I'm Lily. LilyPhoenix. I've got a red thumb...I grow stuff and then set it on fire." She leered at Cortianna and Pyro-Technis. "Looks like I'm in good company too." She settled back against the couch, hissing as CC kicked her in the heel in pouty retaliation.
((Yeah, so CC's hat should be white, but I think I got everything else right. And since I don't know if I'll be able to post tomorrow [work connection was incredibly flaky - many thanks again to Bayani for posting for me] just assume Lily and CC follow the group around, if there's a tour or what have you.))
Writing: Cape Fic
Featured Art: MechaTerp & CorporateRock, by Shia
Music: DJ Pyrria
"I am Hallucinogen," Hal said as his turn came. "I am a hero of Paragon City. . .I emit radiation that causes hallucinations, which is my primary weapon against enemies."
And Moonscribe was next. His speech was really not likely to surprise anyone who had met him before, and it certainly did not surprise Hal. . .
"I am Moonscribe. Do not concern yourself with me. I am really of no importance."
Hal facepalmed.
Sir Morgant's, unlike others, was a bit full of verbal chest-beating...though, to be fair, it was more about explaining what he is so people wouldn't be confused. Despite the length of the speech, he spoke in a humble english accent, in middle english that definately did not match our dimension's variation of it. "My name 'tis Sir Morgant Trahaearn Drystan of yon Dark Paladins of Ellenier. I amst a guardian, protector, and divine warrior who wast personally chosen by mine goddess to bring down heavenly wrath upon knaves and villains everywhere. A peacekeeper, a warrior, and a knight in every sense of yon word, I willst nay ever rest until villainy everywhere 'tis struck down and justice and righteousness reigns supreme!"
Despite (or perhaps because of) the drama of the speech, the crickets that could audibly be heard afterwards caused him to slump dejectedly.
Kairaishi shook his head at Morgant's little monologue and stepped forward, both of the Jounin in step with him, though they retained their crossed-arms and position behind him.
"'Sup, peeps? My name is...aaah...it's not important, but you can call me Kairaishi. As said before, I'm an aka Oni who's possessed a body--before the questions begin, let me tell you that I'm not overtly interested in answering them right now. Maybe afterwards. Anyway, I've possessed the body of Fletcher Trudeau, a puppeteer that some of you may remember as the puppeteer who tried to give hope to people during the devastating Rikti war. However, he decided to poke his nose into a few too many forbidden shrines in Japan, and, well, shlork. Here I am. Nasakenai, ne?" He waved his hand dismissively. "I've gained his knowledge, memories, and intelligence about such things, which I suppose makes up for my loss of magic and Oni abilities. And I can tell you, he ain't happy about me controlling his body. I'm surprised he hasn't died yet, but, anyway."
He turned around to wave his hand dramatically at the rest of the room, most particularly the heroes. Morgant was scowling at him.
"Now, look. I've got nothing against you heroes. In fact, I'm a little fond of you. But that doesn't mean I won't defend myself. So, don't go thinking I'm a laughing megalomaniac in a hidden fortress holding a girl captive, and I won't go all fuedal japan on yo' ***. Got it?"
He once again waved his hand to the Jounin behind him. "These are my Kabuki. Reiketsu and Bousatsu. They bite. Say hi. They're my personal bodyguards, and I can summon more at will. Oh, yeah, forgot to mention--they're all ningyo, puppets. I control them perfectly, down to every single twitch of their 'muscles'. No, I won't make them dance for you. And I can summon more ningyo at will, including a very large ningyo that would be me if I didn't lose my damn powers. Once again, don't assault me, and I won't say 'NINGYO RUSH kekeke' and unleash them all on you."
Kairaishi once again looked around the room with a smug grin underneath his mask.
"Oh, and I'm awesome. Just felt the need to tell you all that."
Acid chuckled. He was liking this already...
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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"Ah...." Essex piped up next, standing on her tiptoes so she could be seen a little easier. It was rude to skim in someone's house without being given permission after all.
"...I am a replicated homosapien android, serial designation S6. I was created by Dr. Daniel West to function as a repair and remote navigational unit. However, um, my AI is a procedural model, which means I learn things like a normal person - It's self-writing dependant on experiences. ...Oh! Um...S6 is a little formal and stuffy, so most people have nicknamed me 'Essex' by now."
With that, the little pink android obligingly ducked back behind Solid once again.
Rosalind watched her with a quirked eyebrow and shrugged. She pulled out a badge in the shape of a vortex.
"...The name's Rosalind, but y'all can call me Rosie. I'm one third of the Dread Trio, a special forces unit of the Soul Police Chapter. Think of us as kind of a spiritual SWAT team. My job is to make sure that relations go okay between the spirit world and the mundane world, which usually boils down to 'Don't let the fleshies know that the tanning parlor on 8th and Main is actually a human-jerky curing center'. Y'know, unless they don't have their permits, in which case it's 'bust up the joint and confiscate everything.' Which is kinda fun. I like confiscating jerky."
Her tail wagged happily.
"Oh yeah..." she continued. "By the way, as you can notice, I have dog ears and a dog tail. I would like to assure you that I am NOT A WEREWOLF." She raised a clawed finger. "I am a were-human. My natural form is that of a border collie. If ya have any questions, ask 'em later."
"You talk a lot." Essex murmured from behind Solid.
"Shut up."
Japancakes.
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"Ah. . .yes. . .I'll talk to you later," Hal said, dashing through the gate and into the mansion.
"A pleasure, Priestess, Pharaoh, Priestess, Pharaoh, Pharaoh, Pharaoh, Priestess, Pharaoh. . ." the hero heard behind him, as Moonscribe began his own greeting.
Hal ran into the room where Kairashi and his ningyo were, brushing the dust off his feet and wishing he wore shoes. He didn't usually even enter people's homes. . . he lived quite literally inside his own mind, and it cleaned itself quite nicely.
((And yes, he DOES bathe, brush his teeth, etc. If anyone was wondering. The inside of his mind is nicely furnished. :P))