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"I say you're an idiot if you think you can keep an eye on me reliably for very long", the stalker answered with a vaguely defiant grin. She'd grown up in the Rogue Isles, some things never entirely faded. "But aside from that... sure. Why not." Clearly she still didn't trust the man, but she saw no point in pressing the issue. Even if it did turn out to be a trap, she'd yet to fall into a trap she couldn't get out of.| "Ildela right? Founders Falls is not a trap. We can teleport you guys to your base right now and show you around at least. What do you say?" |
(( Will wait to post for the other one... surely someone cares that she just almost killed herself?
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Somewhat spent, the man stopped straining against the metal hand, cursing quietly under his breath as he looked up at the aliens around them...
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This wasn't entirely true, but she didn't per se lie either. The transport's counterintelligence ware had some nasty means of dealing with signals and systems they didn't approve of, and a good bunch more than half of them caused decidedly more pain than an EM pulse. Not that the Captain would've used those. She would've settled for breaking some bones.
"Autobot Quicksilver." she respectfully addressed the Cybertronian, "It seems we've a common enemy. I request the transfer of your prisoner to be subject to thorough interrogation."
Kri stood silently by while crewmen clad in Kazbek armor stepped closer to take custody of the Protector should the Captain's request be granted. They wouldn't take him from Quicksilver by force. If the man managed to do anything disagreeable however...well, they had no qualms about what sort of force they'd use then...
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The female agent and the waiting paramedics were starting to loose patience. They lifted the stretcher closer, as though ready to barge in.
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The dragon rumbled something solemn-sounding in a guttural tongue as he watched the flitters fade from view, bringing his claws back down to set them upon the roof before him, once more assuming the image of the more 'traditional' beast...wearing a utility harness that could've belonged to a black ops spook. Yeah. Real traditional.
In truth, he was just more comfortable that way, and that made it easier for him to prod at the air around a certain Ildela, increasing its ability to restore her some vitality.
"I'll pass on your offer." the Cerosian finally seemed to acknowledge the government agents at this point, looking to Rogers with just the mildest little smirk at the corner of his jaws, "I've work to dodge, responsibilities to shirk...and something to hunt. Something not oily..."
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Then would you hurry it up? Weve given our answers as to if were staying, and I could use a snack and some entertainment about now Mirel stated, tapping her food impatiently, ugh mortal bureaucracy, however do they cope without Charms.
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We can teleport you guys to your base right now and show you around at least. What do you say?"
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The man who looked like a priest merely smiled, standing by the group ready to go to the apartment. He kept quiet, but watched and listened closely. Truth be told, he still had no idea where he was, why, or how. So far, the people here had seemed at least somewhat amiable...
And he could always cut his way out if things turned nasty, after all.
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The paramedics looked on with shock horror as the dragon burnt away what was left of the police detective's corpse. The female agent's face was a full picture of disbelief. "You do realise what you just did what utterly stupid and uncalled for. This lady was evaluating that body for evidence, as could other departments of forensic science. That poor man's family might have even wanted him buried in the ground, not burnt into the ether. This is precisely the kind of cultural differences and misunderstandings that we're trying to manage. Whether you like it or not, we're going to keep following you and keep an eye on you at all times. Rogers, get them out of my sight." With that, she teleported out. Rogers fixed a device to the ground that opened a small teleportation beacon for the group of displaced foreigners to enter through. He could see some of them were getting impatient.| ...the Detective's remains burned away in his hands, glittering embers of blue-white luminance flitting away to join the stars in the sky... |
"Alright people, you heard the lady" he added. "Express journey to Founders Falls. Never mind one-at-a-time, just jump in!"
Once inside the common room's entrance hall, the first impression of the interiors was warm and homely with painted walls, bare bricks, tall fibreglass windows, wooden floorboards, carpets and rugs here and there and complimented with a fireplace, plants and greenery and black/silver technological appliances. Entrants would be welcomed by a security point with a gated door and palm-scanners. Beyond the gate was the open bar and common room. A long set of sofas sat at one end with the widescreen TV currently tuned in to MTV music channel. Two punk-haired dark-skinned thirteen-year old girls in short jeans and vests would be seen messing around and dancing to electro-pop music by Black Eyed Peas. Clearly the government agents had already housed some of the Kings Row interdimensional refugees who had not been in the Crab or Gunman battles.
Back at the secure door, the palm-scanner displays read 'Welcome to Accommodations Floor. Please present your palm for fingerprints and DNA sampling'.
Founders Falls, Safehouse
The rather grumpy Dyanst strode through the teleported to the safe house, grumbling the whole way about Untrustworthy Sorcery and Unstable Magitech.
This promptly stopped once she arrived in the corridor outside the secure door, which she surveyed for a second before striding forwards towards it, boots making heavy thudding footsteps against the floor. Her hand was placed upon the scanner, which while her glover covered up the palm of her hands to help support the claw sprouting gauntlet section of her armour, the fingers were quite free for scanning.
After a few seconds the door opened and Mirel rather more cautiously strode through, wearily eyeing up the whole place, and not speaking a word to anyone until she had gone through the whole place, Charm enhanced senses rippling out to point to any hidden observation equipment or observes, which the armoured Dynast seemed to want to quite thoroughly destroy.
Meanwhile, the DNA scanner results for Mirel were
more or less nonsensical, near impossible to make heads nor tails of, with the only thing clearly obvious being that she was obviously a pretty damn powerful magical being, and that it was somehow genetic.
At the safehouse...
Derek was next to pass through the teleporter, stumbling out into the corridor with the Outsider following suit right behind him and passing the wanderer by as he briefly admired the decor.
"Hmm." the young woman pondered as she read the sign that requested all new arrivals to use the scanner. "Derek, when you're done gawking at whatever it is you're gawking at, could you come over here a sec?"
A mildly insulted Derek responded with little more than a raised brow, but complied with his companion's wishes anyway.
"What's the matter now?" the adventurer enquired on his approach.
"Take your glove off and stick your hand on this." she answered. "Err, use your left hand. I know you hate being caught with your knickers down after all."
Her comment was met with a rather distasteful look, though Derek knew she was right in the context she was rather unclearly referring to. He never liked removing the ring that granted him his minor magical abilities because there was every possibility of being ambushed at the most inconvenient of moments. So, rather than place his right hand on the scanner, he listened to the Outsider's advice, slipped the glove from his left and placed it flat upon the scanner's active surface.
A few seconds later he stepped through the door, slipping the glove back on as quickly as he could while the Outsider added her contribution to whatever database the scanner was connected to. Both scans would reveal the duo to be completely mundane human beings of that she was certain. What was uncertain though were the specifics. Derek was technically an alien to this world, despite his DNA bearing similarities to that of any number of Nordic individuals, and the Outsider's amnesia left a big gaping blank where all knowledge of her family should have been. Of course, her DNA could easily identify her as being of Anglo-Indian origins.
After the scan was finished the amnesiac picked up the pace to catch up with Derek, who had already returned to admiring the place with the awe of an archaeologist entering a forgotten temple.
"Cozy looking pad, isn't it?" she asked.
"Truly." the wanderer answered. "Though I can't say I approve of this... music, if you can call it that. I mean, I've stumbled across some pretty awful bards in the past, but..."
"Well, try not to drunkenly uppercut any through a nearby window this time, alright?" the Outsider interrupted.
Sam: "My mind is a swirling miasma of scintillating thoughts and turgid ideas."
Max: "Me too."
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The priest stepped through, simply following the others and their actions. He raised an eyebrow at the touch pad, before withdrawing one ornately decorated glove and placing a weathered hand on the pad. Whatever scans were being done had trouble with him; there was human in there, but also something scientific. The build was entirely foreign, however.
Stepping through, the man made his way to the sofas and collapsed himself into one, restings his hands on his chest as he leaned back and shut his eyes.
"Well...could'a been worse. A bit showy, but...et's comfy enough," he said with a faint smile, all signs of the mania he had shown during the battle earlier completely gone.
He still lacked a name to a face, however...
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Ethan stay quiet and hidden inside his suit of Winterized T-51b Power armor, he let the chat flow over him, he stayed beside the Ildela he knew, nodded a non-committing way and waited to see what developed. He planed to stick with the one person who has so far made any sense, Ildela.
Both Ildelas quietly went through the portal, the one who'd moments ago been made of lightning still a little unsteady on her feet even with the help from the dragon. "Thanks", she commented to said dragon just before disappearing. Once on the other side she would place her hand on the scanner to get in and then go straight to the nearest sofa and lie down on it. Moments later, if nothing distracted her, she'd be asleep.
The other meanwhile, paused a moment to wait for Ethan to come through since she'd sort of taken charge of him for now. She wasn't quite sure why she did that, but figured the reason would come to her in time. Like the first, she placed her hand on the scanner and went through after instructing Ethan to do the same. If anyone happened to be looking at the scans from that device, though, they might notice something strange if they were paying attention. The DNA looked normal enough, perfectly human with minor discrepancies that would account for her powers. If however one looked away and back again, the readings would have changed as if it was a different person entirely who'd placed their hand on the scanner. And if they looked away a second time, they'd change again to a third distinct reading. And so on and so forth, different every time they were looked at and never repeating.
Ildela meanwhile proceeded through the door and immediately over to the bar, intending to test the claim of the drinks being better than those at the D. "Anyone want a drink?", she asked as she crossed the room, loud enough for everyone present to hear.
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Ethan moved slowly but kept up and followed the Ildelas only mildly confused by the idea of twins, however his enclosed helmet masked his frown. The pad some how coped with his armoured glove, and he stepped through. (( ask if you have access to the readings ))
Having taken in his new surroundings, and with the offer of another drink Ethan found a corner and swapped out his armour for his new D brought suit..
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"Eh, sounds good t'me," the Autobot replied, picking the Protector up by the cape and dropping him in front of the crewmen. The man slumped and, although he'd be begrudging and shove at restraints slightly, it was clear he wasn't going to put up a fight. He did, however, remain stoically silent. |
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((Didn't realize she had, sorry.))
Eden "Good boy." Oxana remarked down at the man, Slavic accent only further chilling tone of voice, "You should thank him. I'd have done worse to you." This wasn't entirely true, but she didn't per se lie either. The transport's counterintelligence ware had some nasty means of dealing with signals and systems they didn't approve of, and a good bunch more than half of them caused decidedly more pain than an EM pulse. Not that the Captain would've used those. She would've settled for breaking some bones. "Autobot Quicksilver." she respectfully addressed the Cybertronian, "It seems we've a common enemy. I request the transfer of your prisoner to be subject to thorough interrogation." Kri stood silently by while crewmen clad in Kazbek armor stepped closer to take custody of the Protector should the Captain's request be granted. They wouldn't take him from Quicksilver by force. If the man managed to do anything disagreeable however...well, they had no qualms about what sort of force they'd use then... |
"So, eh....you guys planning an invasion or something?" Silver half joked, jerking a thumb at the encampment. Honestly, however, he was more worried about another prescence on Earth.
The prescence of a Decepticon...
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Ildela meanwhile proceeded through the door and immediately over to the bar, intending to test the claim of the drinks being better than those at the D. "Anyone want a drink?", she asked as she crossed the room, loud enough for everyone present to hear.
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"Uh, yeah." Derek responded clumsily, his attention too well fixed on the rather alien (by his standards) decor. "Got any mead or something?"
"Failing that, just toss him another beer as well." his partner in counter-crime added before she then turned her attention to the nearest available seat, where she promptly exhaled harshly as she let herself fall into its cushions. "Well now, since we're all here in a moment of peacetime before the next major crisis..."
Derek found himself a seat right beside the Outsider, briefly halting her when he remembered that he still had his sword hanging from his belt. Once he had finally removed it and laid the sheathed weapon down behind his feet before sitting down proper, though, she continued.
"Might as well get to know one another, right?"
Sam: "My mind is a swirling miasma of scintillating thoughts and turgid ideas."
Max: "Me too."
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Ineloo had been standing quietly next to Kri while the transfer of Quicksilver's prisoner was taking place. Now that it was over and the Protector was in the Captain's custody, the Halfling waved and grinned a greeting to the Autobot.
She then turned her attention to the other passenger. They were clearly one of the Gonarov's crew, but from the looks of their rather battered armour they had been in a bit of a scuffle. Ineloo held her hands out to the armoured figure and tilted her head questioningly, "Are you hurt? It looks like you've been at the wrong end of a GPR! I can heal you a bit if you want?"
"Don't go away mad, just go away..." The best line Clint never said.
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The agents didn't go in after them. With full access to scan data, CCTV (magically-interrupted as they were) and undercover agents serving within the base, they figured they didn't need to. They had work to do in locating Mechano, clearing up his mess and finding the remaining dimensionally displaced individuals.|
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"Well now, since we're all here in a moment of peacetime before the next major crisis..." she continued. "Might as well get to know one another"
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Meanwhile inside the safehouse, the two girls had been dancing erratically, busting out breakdance moves and occasionally yelling "everyday I'm shuffling" to the now-showing MTV favourite Party Rock Anthem by LMFAO. Their party however was suddenly cut short as people started to gather on the nearby sofas.
"Woah! Hey!" one of them yelled. "Who the heck are you guys?"
The other reached for a concealed firearm. "Don't be shi*ting us neither, 'cos we work for Batman!"
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Catching on quickly to the the girl who went for her weapon, Derek simply raised his right hand, holding it so that the palm faced the duo and sending out a very small blast of Force their way. More a "warning shot" than anything more dangerous, the girls would - ideally - have felt themselves being pushed back gently, as if being turned away by a bouncer at the doors of a nightclub. It would of course have been something of a bonus if the gun girl was butterfingered enough to have her pea shooter knocked from her hand by the blast.|
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"Woah! Hey!" one of them yelled. "Who the heck are you guys?"
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"Calm yourselves." Derek requested in kind to his own suggestion. "We're not your enemy, you are under no threat from us."
The Outsider, meanwhile, just rolled her eyes. After all, this little misunderstanding could have easily been resolved without responding to potential fire with potential fire, in her opinion anyway.
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The man on the sofa opened an eye and arched an eyebrow.
"You two, mind ya language. It's nae right to go cussing like that, not at your age. And ye're nae old enough to be hanging onto weapons, either. For shame."
He sat up, pushing his glasses back up with one hand.
"And aye, would be nice to know who ye are...and where I am, for that matter," he added with a faint smile.
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With expert grace the girls sidestep the small telekinetic pushing force. "Missed me" one of them cackled, putting away the high-powered sidearm and resuming her happy routine. "You're right. You're way too lame to be a threat. Hey you wanna see me body-pop? I literally just learnt it."|
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...palm faced the duo and sending out a very small blast of Force their way... "We're not your enemy, you are under no threat from us."
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"Well, I wouldn't say we -dropped- from the sky," the Outsider sighed as she slumped back into her seat, partly in relief that Derek's actions didn't exacerbate the prior situation. "We found ourselves facing the tricky decision of being gunned down on the spot by an Imperial deathsquad or finding out the hard way what was on the other side of the portal that brought us here. Needless to say, I think I made the right call back there."|
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With expert grace the girls sidestep the small telekinetic pushing force. "Missed me" one of them cackled, putting away the high-powered sidearm and resuming her happy routine. "You're right. You're way too lame to be a threat. Hey you wanna see me body-pop? I literally just learnt it."
"We like, got dropped outta the sky" the other one explained, ignoring her body-popping partner. "What about you?" |
"Though here have been a few things that have made me seriously question that claim." Derek added. The wanderer said this as he adjusted the glove on his right hand before turning his attention to straightening the ring on the one bare finger on that hand so that the unintelligible inscriptions along its entire circumference lined up with its nail. "Anyway... my name is Metrenom Derek of Laskaster if you want my full name. I kind of hate it, though, so feel free to call me Derek the Aimless instead. Or just Derek. I'm not one to fuss over it."
"And I don't have a name myself," the Outsider then continued. "Well, I reckon I -do-, but I just can't remember it so the people of Derek's world took to calling me the Outsider. A moniker, if I'm to be honest about it, is something I'd prefer over the several other labels I've had pinned on me over the past few months."
"Yeah, whatever you do, don't call her the Nameless Maiden. She goes off on a rant about it, even in the face of mortal danger."
The Outsider rolled her eyes once more.
Sam: "My mind is a swirling miasma of scintillating thoughts and turgid ideas."
Max: "Me too."
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The man chuckled, sitting forward and offering a white gloved hand to them both. Aside from the long grey jacket he wore, and the silver cross around his neck, his gloves were of particular note for the crosses and words emblazoned on them. On the right hand were the words "Jesus Christ is in Heaven". On the left "Speak with the Dead." And, of course, the clerical collar.
"Derek, aye? Good name," he said with a smile. "As fer me...Father Alexander Anderson. Here by divine providence or hellish intervention or even science gone bad. Still, it could be worse," he added with a grin, "At least the heathen scum here don' know me. Yet."
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Sarkh was much too amused by the humans' reaction to find it genuinely offensive. As more and more of the 'refugees' departed, he idly wondered if they'd ever learn. Oh well. It wasn't his concern. Not for now, anyway. He could always change his mind later if he so desired.|
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"Alright people, you heard the lady" he added. "Express journey to Founders Falls. Never mind one-at-a-time, just jump in!"
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A beat of his great wings later, the Cerosian was up in the air, and a few more thereafter on his way east. If the federal agents wanted to track him, they were more than welcome. He gave them no difficulties. Once he reached the waters of the Atlantic however, they'd have to get clever. From the shores of Talos Island on, the dragon would be taking his path beneath the waves...
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"So, eh....you guys planning an invasion or something?" Silver half joked, jerking a thumb at the encampment. Honestly, however, he was more worried about another prescence on Earth.
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She seemed to consider the matter settled at that, for the two carried their captive off without another word. The Captain, however, intended to have quite a few more, looking up at Quicksilver as she nonchalantly requested, "If you have any data on them, we'd appreciate if you uploaded a copy. It'll be much faster than going back and forth out loud. In addition..."
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Eden"Are you hurt? It looks like you've been at the wrong end of a GPR! I can heal you a bit if you want?"
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"I'll be fine." she told Ineloo, "But thank you for the offer. Pardon my ignorance, but for what does GPR stand?"
"...which is why I would recommend you go to their office in the sector called Galaxy City with these two." Oxana finished to Quicksilver with the subdued motion of a hand toward Kri and Ineloo, "You'll still have complete access to our local network, so it'll be like none of us ever left your side..."
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The Halfling giggled and flashed her a cheeky smile, "Giant Propelled Rock. There was this one time when a group of friends and I went into a cave we'd heard had treasure in, but in the main chamber there was a giant instead who started throwing rocks at us. I got onto a ledge to shoot him from, and Aeos, our mage hid behind my Warforged friend and took pot shots with a wand. It was funny! Shame there was no treasure though...|
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"I'll be fine." she told Ineloo, "But thank you for the offer. Pardon my ignorance, but for what does GPR stand?"
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"Are you sure you don't want healing?" Ineloo said after a brief pause for breath, "House Jorasco offers healing and hospitality to all who wish it. I could have you fixed up in the blink of an eye!"
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Ethan found his way to a drink, and a safe corner to stand in, he nodded politely to those offering up their names, and replied with his.
Using his drink as a shield to avoid being drawn into any revealing chatter, his gaze swept the room noting its details
Where he promptly exploded. Fire roared around the cybertronian, a snarling ball of flame.
When it extinguished, Silver raises a mechanical eyebrow.
"Done yet?" he asked, before tapping the mans helmet. It didn't seem like much, but the readings the crew might get suggested a localised EMP burst, just enough to neutralise all circuits in the helm for a good half hour or more.
Somewhat spent, the man stopped straining against the metal hand, cursing quietly under his breath as he looked up at the aliens around them...