"Unknown," Small Toy replied as it shifted its stance, causing its active camo to ripple oddly. "But the boss has hypothesized as such."
The little battle drone shifted again, its movements making sense as it leveled its beam rifle toward Vyachslav's eye. The drone then silently waited, figuring that the alien could figure out what it wanted to hear.
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"Small Toy reports that he's found another potential ally," Toy Dispenser said as he waved for Marcus and Slater to come closer. "But with this insidious little voice floating around in the back of my head, I'm not entirely sure we should go for first impressions. So how about we start moving toward the city and let the new guy catch up should he be in control of himself."
The mastermind looked back and forth from thug to hero and nonchalantly shouldered his pulse rifle in a carrying position.
"Any objections?" he asked.
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Chertak ignored the footsteps and kept walking, finally clearing the last of the swamp and coming up to the high walls surrounding the city. With his pursuer thoughtlessly exposing himself, Chertak's sensors would have no problem notifying him if the stalker should move forward and attempt to attack him.
But just to be sure...
Flipping his rifle through the air, Chertak punched a button on his wrist and caught the rifle as it faded away into blue lines that seemed to drain away into his gauntlet. Matter compression technology, even as limited as their current understanding of it was, was truely useful.
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.
King Slater gave a curt salute.
"I guess I'll stick with you guys. Numbers are always better in a strange situation than going it alone... Provided we don't go nuts like in a cheesy horror movie and try to kill each other..."
He gave a pointed sideways glance at the large robot that was Combat Toy.
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Look at that. A full-grown woman pulling off pigtails. Her crazy is off the charts.
"Dunno, feels like a mind I touched afore." Marcus shrugged, shouldering his Shotgun. The two Underbosses cracked their knuckles for a bit and prepared their Assault Rifles.
"But yeh, les' git ta dat city. I gots work ta do an' dis crap's only wastin' my time."
Had Vychslav been capable of smiling, he would have right about now. However, his lipless jaws weren't capable of any movement other than opening and closing, the dagger-like predatory teeth arrayed like a series of large knives, solid and immobile. His eyes showed no motions as well, the lenses hidden within the orange glow now visible through the aura of energy they used to focus.
To compensate for this inability to display any emotion with physical expression, however, his people were extremely avid at giving their soundless mental 'voices' the undertone of feeling.
At the risk of sounding cliche, I come in peace. Please, take me to your leader...
"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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OOC: I am so badly camping the boards today.
BIC: Small Toy nodded and gestured for Vyach to follow it as its right arm flipped back into a less awkward mobile configuration. The little drone then scuttled off, making a beeline for where Toy and his group would be.
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.
Amora watched as Thysthe threw something small, circular, and emitting an odd squeal through the air. Her eyes tracked its movement, and she had prepared to move out of its way, but tensed only as she saw it hit the tree beside her, the one the mysterious woman had been perched on moments ago.
Three...
Amora's senses reached out toward it slowly, feeling its metallic texture with her extrasensory energy. Foreign knowledge of its componenets assaulted her mind, and the knowledge that had once belonged to the human Amelia fluttered through her mind. All at once, she knew what the device was, and struggled to flee in time, although her body felt sluggish still, anger and confusion clouding her actions.
Two...
One...
(( >.> ))
The Lord of Rags didn't make any attempts at moving within seven feet of Chertak. He did, however, keep following him persistantly no matter where he went.
What did the Rag Man want?
((Hm, was hoping for more from Quickblade, but okay...been about a week now. 
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Vyachslav followed on foot, snaking his way through the forest in a somewhat unwieldy manner at times, but made progress nevertheless.
Small Toy and the machine-looking alien would probably get to Toy and the others quite soon, and to anyone not familiar with Vyachslav, it may well have appeared that the drone's mission had been to go build another mechanoid instead of bringing someone here...
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Hearing his plasa grenade detonate, probably vaporizing anything in a two-meter radius, Thysthe was sure to have destroyed his opponent.
With this feeling, however, came another.
Uncertainty.
Why had he just done that?
He may have been a bounty hunter, but even he didn't just start shooting people...most of the time.
With Amora out of view, the seething anger had all butevaporated, leaving him free to think clearly again.
What had he just done...?
"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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((Was witing for Xey, but I guess no-show.
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The quick pause was more than enough for Thysthe. Quickly calculating the proper arc even as he got back on his feet, the bounty hunter returned one pistol to its holter with a gunsligner-esque twirl, then let fly a small sphere with a high-tech appearance.
No sooner had he released the plasma grenade than its roughly five-second countdown started, visible in the form of a faint blue aura about the small explosive, heading for Amora.
Sadly, anger frequently caused mistakes - and miscalculations. Even for Thysthe.
Instead of impacting the darkness-wielding woman, the flight arc of Armand's grenade sruck it to the tree beside her instead, the very same Entropy had dropped from.
Muttering a curse, Thysthe quickly sought cover behind a nearby boulder as the plasma grenade continued its internal countdown.
Then again, one of them might just do something stupid like try to pick it up and throw the grenade away. Then it would stick to them instead.
Three...
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Vyachslav moved again, sensing an energy signature nearby. His large head turned to the suspected location of the source, and sure enough there was something in the treeline not far away, though it couldn't be seen with just visible light. Thankfully, Vyachslav wasn't dependent on visible light, capable of many other vision modes, including thermal imaging.
Focusing in on the figure, it didn't take long for the profile to find a close match for what registered as a mechanoid - though not exact. The thoughts emanating from it, however, would have completed the picture even without one.
Small Toy.
Vyachslav began moving toward the robot of Toy Dispenser's entourage.
It is good to come to contact with someone familiar. I take it Blightlord is doing this, yes?
The Consigliere's mental pulse most certainly found a living mind. Vyachslav was just keeping his thoughts to himself, not actively concealing his location on the mental plane...
"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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