With Alannah
"No, not concrete!" The voice said to Alannah. "Hitting me with a sword didn't work, clearly dropping me on the sidewalk is the solution! Ha, sorry girlie, you can't get rid of me that easily. Oh wait, you can. Just leave me here, I'm sure someone responsible and nice will pick me up. Or maybe not. After all, who can resist THIS?"
The air near Alannah started to smell sweet and delicious. Like boysenberries, in fact.
Convenience Store
Uniscorn spat where Zoltan used to be and swore. Then he turned to his fellow hero and spoke.
"Another fellow costumer, I see? Keep the faith man! You know, I haven't seen my old super buddy in awhile so I need a place to stay. And maybe a new partnership. You willing to help a bronco out?"
Emperor of Webcomic Time
Convenience Store
Pascal grinned. "Sure thing! Name's Pascal Courvet. People used to call me the Cartoonist, but I thought it was too tacky."
Is this your power, Yagami?
TFS
"GET. TH'. HELL. OUTTA. MY. ESTABLISHMEN'!" Richard screamed at the Autonomabot as he lanced out at it with a fist of white hot flames, hot enough to melt the metal and fry the circuitry it was using as the flames flew towards the machine.
"I am nature's weapon. You are unfit to carry on your species, and I shall ensure that you do not do so!" - Charles Darwin, XCOM Sniper
Anti-Gnosis Weapon
TFS
"Doctor Autonoma is the laws of Rail City, you damn giant pussycat! The only legitimate authority!" Unfortunately for the robot, his protests and lawyering didn't prevent his arms from being shorn from his body. Groaning as he fell forward and Richard's fire blew a massive hole through his torso, the eyes of his still human-like face seemed to unfocus. "I guess it's... curtains for me...," he rasped with a shuddering breath, "...Memory transmission... complete. I'll.. be back."
As the burning wreckage of their leader flashed one last thumbs up and then dissolved into a pile of gray goop, the other automations began spraying bullets for cover and maneuvering around the spreading blaze on the floor to hightail it to the back door, where the sound of squealing tires made it clear their getaway had pulled around. " Well, Boss is dead, time to bail!" the one fighting Daniel explained with a mocking salute to its opponent just before it bounded expertly through the car's open window, " You've got guts, at least, I'll give you that. Hasta la vista, baby!"
edited 30th Jul '14 7:19:19 PM by darksidevoid
GM of AGOG S4: Frontiers RP; Sub-GM of TABA, SOTR, & UUA RPs
Is this your power, Yagami?
Alannah's Position
"Alannah!" Amaterasu called as she walked up to the girl after the battle had ended. "Oh it's still there, damn." She sighed as she noticed the red jewel. "Are you alright?"
TFS
"Don't ever come back!" Richard yelled at the retreating figures as he flipped each and every single one of them the bird. He then turned to his restaurant and paled. "Shitshitshitshitshitshit..." he hissed as he used his pyrokine abilities to shut down the flames he had thrown, using his foot and jacket to stamp out any remaining flames. "Thank ya, Durga 'n' Danniel." He said as he turned to the two. "Ya really 'elped me out thar."
"I am nature's weapon. You are unfit to carry on your species, and I shall ensure that you do not do so!" - Charles Darwin, XCOM Sniper
Outside Memorial Park
Alannah just whacked the orb against the ground a second time, crossing her arms. "Maybe I'm just doing it because it makes me feel better." She said acidly, working to keep her voice level. "You and your zombie friends ruined my day."
The girl turned at the sound of her name, spotting Amaterasu heading her way. She was about to wave, when she noticed her hands shaking. Scowling, she stuffed them into her pockets and nodded at Amaterasu as she approached. "Yeah, I'm... I'm OK. This thing doesn't seem to care about sunlight, though. And it won't shut up."
In the background, her shadow-tendril started to grind and scrape the orb against the concrete.
Before anyone knew it, another Independence Day had come and gone. Many traditions were upheld this day, such as the seven-hour-long firework show, the 21-Gun Parade, and the assault on the Memorial Park by racists. The cloud of darkness lingered over the park, but after two days it finally disappeared, as if it had never happened. Though Alannah would remember the day well enough, as the little sphere would not break no matter how hard she hit it, chattering into her head whenever she tried and smelling of boysenberries the entire time.
There were several stories in the news over the next few days. Several graveyards across the city were reporting graves being robbed - more than normal, at least. Talia Wernhark's body was discovered in Koreatown with several gunshot wounds to the back, which official investigations by the Rail Police Department ruled a suicide and quickly closed. Little Athens declared July 3rd to be Leadbull Day, in honor of a young man who was so mercilessly killed in the streets. Sleipner Industries had a press conference to announce the capture of several super-miscreants, including Gorillawatt, Shear, the Conductor, Gorillawatt again after he briefly escaped, Metalbeard, Throttle, a pair of aliens, Gorillaton and Gorillawatt when the former broke the latter out, Titania, and Leprekhan. The company denied rumors that they had solely offered the reward for captured supers to give them a chance to obtain data before handing them over to authorities, and again denied that they were making the announcement to inflate their stock price so that they could be sold at maximum profit. Chemical manufacturing plants were also reporting a higher-than-average number of robberies.
Before anyone knew it, it was a few days later. Friday evening, with the sun just setting over the horizon and the city gearing up to enjoy their weekend. Some would even say the city seemed almost peaceful - clearly they weren't looking closely enough.
Rail Junkyard
As the setting sun descended over the junkyard and the moon came into view, a final sliver of sunlight reflected off of the mirror of a particular car. One of the numerous vehicles waiting to be melted down, an antique baby blue Volkswagen Beetle
◊, came to life with a roar. On the hood lay a massive supercharger that covered half the windshield, and pulsating neon underglow radiated from below.
Sticking one hand out the window, Baron Bitchslap flipped off the crane operator. "Ze Baron rides again, dummkopf!"
In the back, an enormous stereo system emerged from the opening trunk, the whole car shaking from the massive bass being pumped out by the subwoofer as it began to play some hip-hop music
.
And with that, he revved the engine, smashed into the front gate, and was barreling down the streets of Rail.
Ritz-Carlton: Friends of the NRA Banquet and Raffle for the Council to Re-Elect Senator Stephen Strongarm
The banquet hall of the Rail Ritz-Carlton Hotel was packed with several hundred diners attending a lobster dinner. Despite seats costing between a hundred and ten thousand dollars each - depending on placement and how many times you wanted to be entered in the raffle to win one of nearly twenty guns being raffled off - every seat had been sold. The dinner itself was a fundraising event for Senator Stephen Strongarm, a Football player-turned-wrestler-turned-Marine-turned-werewolf hunter-turned Senator. It was an election year, and with November only a few months away it was never too soon to start campaigning.
Seated at the table near the podium was the Senator himself. He was a bear of a man, six-and-a-half-feet tall and built like a football player, he cast an imposing figure. At the podium was Rail Dale v47 himself, sporting his Duranstone. It was also an election year for Dale, and the two of them working together hoped to drive voters to cast a ballot in their name. Behind him was the rack of guns that would be raffled off over the next four hours.
"And now, citizens, and welcome to the Friends of the NRA Banquet and Raffle for the Council to Re-Elect Senator Stephen Strongarm. Before we begin tonight, if you would clap your hands together and give a big Rail yeeee-haw for the man of the hour," Dale said into the microphone. "Senator Stephen Strongarm!"
Rail Jail
At one of the various county lockup locations, it was dinner time for the inmates who were waiting to be transferred to more secure locations, or awaiting trial. And right now, it was THE GREAT ZOLTAN'S turn to be at the front of the line. On the other side of the counter, a seven-foot tall Russian man with Mafiya tattoos all over stood with a ladle in his hand. "Oh, is Mister Houdini, have something special for you," he said, spitting into a bowl of gruel and setting it on the magician's tray.
Levi's House
The next time Levi would be home, he would swear he saw a Colombian man with a donkey near his window. However, if he tried to chase him, it was almost as if the man had vanished. Though given Levi's usual state of mind, that was probably a normal occurrence.
But at the window where he had been was the coffee can he had gotten several days earlier. While previously empty, it was now filled with rich, aromatic, Colombian coffee. As well as a single yellowed scrap of paper with the word "Bilderberg " written on it in typewriter font.
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Rise Above Fate
TFS - Pre Timeskip
As the robots drove off, Daniel holstered his gun back under his jacket and promptly flipped the bird at the fleeing car. Once he'd gotten that out of the way, Daniel turned to Richard and said "No problem, I guess I was just in the right place at the right time carrying the right gun." Taking a brief look at the time, Daniel realized that it might be in his best interests to head back home and get an early night's sleep. Saying a brief goodbye to everyone, Daniel hopped back on his bike and made his way back to his apartment where he began sawing most of the barrel and stock off of his new shotgun.
TFS-Before Timeskip
Durga jumped back as Richard incinerated the robot, and then hissed at it as it died, taking deep offense to its pussycat comment. After making sure that the rest of the mechanical henchmen had fled, Durga relaxed.
"There is no need to thank me for driving off criminals," she said in response to Richard. She had half a mile to pursue the robots back to their base, but Tiger would be missed here. So instead, Durga went back to the car and allowed Tiger control again. Later that day, the Carters went back home again to prepare the museum for tomorrow.
Rail City Museum-Present
Having finally finished all the repairs, the museum was open to the public again, with an added twist this time. Belinda had decided to extend the visitor hours to 8:00 PM instead of the normal 6 for this week in an attempt to regain revenue they had lost while closed. She had also order fake versions of the Helena's Nails artifacts to keep in the cases while the police searched for the real ones. This way, the kids who wanted to see them had something to look at.
Currently, Dr. Carter was leading a small group of students on a tour through the dinosaur section. Belinda was in her office, looking over potential new exhibits to set up, and Tiger was in the middle of checking the Native American pieces to make sure they were labeled correctly after the repairmen had moved them around.
Discordian Agent
Rail Junkyard
From one of the many assorted piles of both mundane and anything-but-mundane piles of defunct equipment and machinery slept Heavy Metal, having once again involuntarily shut-off in the service of Rail City. That is until the throbbing tones of hip-hop reached his audio receptors.
A metal fist burst free of the refuse, followed soon after by the imposing visage, having returned from his audience with the Robo-Demonic Overlords. Pulling free from the junk, his rising from his temporary grave was accompanied by curling mists and sparks rising from Heavy Metal's smoldering internal machinery.
Pausing momentarily in his grand return to the world of mortals, the robot briefly adjusted his ragged necktie.
"AND SO ANOTHER HAS STEPPED FORTH INTO THIS VIRGINAL MORTAL WORLD, CARRYING FORTH A MESSAGE!"
Bending down and grabbing something, Heavy Metal pulled forth his mighty axe from the junk, before suddenly raising it the sky and loosing several pyrotechnic canisters into the air and then slamming out a chord.
"YOUR CHALLENGE HAS BEEN ACCEPTED!"
Soon the entire pile of junk, that Heavy Metal had been standing upon, began to shake causing various bits of junk metal and machinery to fall away, revealing the Robo-Demonic Dragon Emperor, Rip Chord! Still damaged from it's last outing, the robo-dragon's machinery loosed several grinding, squealing peels of noise. Pulling fully free of the pile of junk, twisted and scorched bits of it's frame came into sight. Slamming out another thoroughly Metal chord from atop his mighty steed, the Champion of the Robo-Demonic Overlords pointed his axe after Baron Bitchslap's route, before transmitting his orders to Rip Chord.
"LET THE HUNT BEGIN!"
A moment later, Rip Chord loosed a roar before beginning to bound after the blue Volkswagon.
It was a slightly stranger than typical evening for that particular crane operator.
Rail City Museum
Natasya took a moment to glance towards the sidedoor that she had broken in through only a few days ago, the door now completely repaired. She sighed briefly, as she thought back to her attempt to raise a horde of ghostly Mongolian horsemen, and how completely anti-climactic it had been. Powerful necromantic energies had been flying around that day, and interfered with the ritual. It had been overhaul quite disappointing.
Regardless, her clandestine visit to the museum had piqued her interest, leading to Doctor Dead to pay a more recreational visit to the museum during her downtime. While the exhibits involving burial rights and the like had been her first interest, she had quickly started perusing the rest of the exhibits. As it stood now, she was one of the last lingering visitors in the museum, with closing time approaching.
She took a moment to glance towards the Helena's Nails exhibit, before trying to hide a bit of a smile. Having come to an agreed upon price with Phase, she knew exactly where one of the artifacts was hidden. A moment later she wandered over to the Native American collection, still looking through her brochure.
"It all depends on how we look at things, and not on how they are themselves." -C.G. Jung
Rail Junkyard
Uniscorn had got up at the crack of dawn to do what he did best; beat up lawbreakers. He had scared the bejeezus out of a jaywalker but he was looking for something bigger. Fortunately, as he had stopped off at a convenience store to buy a six-pack, he heard quite a commotion coming from the junkyard. He dashed out with his twin pistols and sprinted over, ready to shoot out the tires of the screeching baby blue.
Levi Solomon's House
Judge Isaac had finished pouring out some tap water for himself. The orb floated close behind him, remaining at its dim setting. In the main room, the television resounded with the nightly news. In addition to his judge's uniform, he had also donned the chain along with the red book. Isaac had also strapped on the belt with the extending cord and attached it to the book, providing an additional means of security.
Over the past few days, Judge Isaac had taken to studying the book and its magical properties. For the most part, it seemed to have been a text he had read sometime in his youth, but of this fact he wasn't quite certain. Through intuition, much like manipulation of the orb, he could summon a copy of the elite horseman Levi had fought in the park. However, at most, this process could only be done twice a day: once at day and once at night. He could conjure it through willing it, but he reasoned it would be best to have a hand gesture along with a trigger phrase.
Judge Isaac moved over to the coffee can, opened it and put a few of the beans into his mouth, lifting his helmet in the process. They tasted absolutely horrid, but it was still free food. Plus they kept him relatively alert. He wasn't quite sure how the beans had gotten themselves into the can, but that particular detail didn't matter at the moment. Shortly after, he washed them down with the tap water. It wasn't that much to eat, but the judge had consumed a few crackers before.
After tossing his cup back into the sink, Judge Isaac moved into the room where he kept his confiscated computer. Nearby was a yellow note he had also found in the coffee can. As he was now finished examining the book and performing other activities, it was time for him to begin figuring out the importance of the name written on the note. Once the computer had finished booting up, he began searching for recent news articles and other information on "Bilderberg" while listening to the TV in the other room. Even though he wasn't moving around much, Isaac sweated quite profusely, due to a combination of his bulky uniform and a lack of air conditioning at the moment.
edited 31st Jul '14 8:11:16 PM by CathariSarad
Junkyard
The Beetle slightly sped up when Rip Chord appeared, still puttering down the road. In style. Uniscorn's pistol bullets seemed to bounce off of the tires, as if they had been reinforced.
A hand went out of the window of the vehicle, and it fired several shots from a sideways-held Walther P38 at Uniscorn.
Levi Solomon's House
Levi's search would turn up a large collection of images of stuffed animals. Reading the next line, the source was clear.
Did you mean: Build-A-Bear
But ignoring that particular bit, Bing, Google, Ask, and most importantly, Lycos, all produced the same information on the Bilderberg Group. They appeared to be an organization that everyone knew secretly ran the world, but had so much power, influence, and wealth that it caused most of the world to be ignorant of that fact. So nothing out of the ordinary. The news results he was focusing on turned up nothing of interest aside from the opening of yet another Build-A-Bear in the city, and a developing car chase near the junkyard.
Without any ability to hack, or even a location to target, there wasn't much he could do from his computer with his current plan of attack.
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For the Horde!
Ritz-Carlton
Regina clapped gingerly, barely interested in the yee-hawing of the rest of the guests. She was too dignified to allow herself to do that. Instead, she sipped a goblet of wine, planning how she was going to get these weapons. One way or another. If she couldn't use her significant monetary power, or her charm, she would definitely have her Pawns attempt to get their hands on them. She smirked at Strongarm. A handsome man. An oaf. Completely beneath her. But handsome.
Blue Dragon Tea Shop
King Cobra lifted a manhole cover outside the shop, gingerly so he would not be seen at first. Humans... the sight of them sickened him. It was fairly packed at the tea shop, and the sight of all these humans enjoying themselves with their decadent and frivolous lifestyles... he hissed a bit in disgust.
When the time was right, he lifted the manhole cover.
"Go, my children... go and bring those humans-s-s-s to their knees-s-s-s-s," he whispered, sending a few venomous serpents into the tea shop. Large, dangerous-looking vipers. Four of them slithered into the restaurant, hissing and trying to get at the civilians.
I can still hail the Horde even though the company has shamed us. Strength and Honor even if Blizzard has neither.
I have a plan.
Ritz-Carlton Hotel
"Yeeee-haw."
A furry hairy man in a suit that was a size too large for him was seated up close to the podium. He didn't clap or stand for Stephen Strongarm, but remained seated at his table, occasionally giving a suspicious glance to Rail Dale v47 or scanning across the banquet hall, looking at the other diners. One of his fellow patrons caught his attention for a moment—she looked to be in her early twenties, and was probably the youngest person in the room.
A young woman in a blazer jacket leaned closer to the hairy man and whispered in his ear.
"Need a light, boss?" she asked.
"Not yet. Let them finish."
"@[=g3,8d]&fbb=-q]/hk%fg"
Ritz-Carlton
Rail Dale paused for a moment, looking at a table in the front row. Then he robo-shrugged. His memory wasn't so good since a mall fell on him the other day. Thankfully, it would pass. Namely, because once the next superpowered freakshow succeeded in taking him out, the next Dale would once again have all-new components. He adjusted the Duranstone around his neck, and sat down at the front table as the Senator took his place behind the podium.
"Thank you, Dale, and thank you, people of Rail," he said into the microphone. "Thank you for believing in me and contributing to my cause. It's because of people like you that I have been able to go to Washington and fight for what I believe in. And when our Congressional duels aren't going on, I also make sure to support legislation to benefit Rail and the people of Texas, and protect you. Protection, which I will further support to make sure that the unlawful violence against the people in this city by non-government forces comes to an end. Why, just last week your Mayor was kidnapped, but the work of the fine men and women of the police department saw him returned safely. With my proposed funding for more military bases in this state, and a refusal to close Geronimo Bay, this will once again be a city where no one has to live in fear of getting kidnapped and dismembered by cultists in Nixon masks. Aside from criminals. This reminds me of what my father told me when I made my first touchdown in high school, when I was quarterback, and again when I gave him my first werewolf head...."
He continued to deliver a speech to the audience.
edited 1st Aug '14 10:28:24 AM by nman
Rail History Museum
Tiger looked up from her work as she heard Natasya approach, not really expecting anyone to be in this particular corner of the museum at this time. She gently placed the 200 year old arrowhead she was inspecting back in position and stood up, brushing her pants off.
"Oh, I'm sorry, am I in your way?" Tiger asked her, ducking under the ropes that separated the walkway from the display cases. "We're still getting reorganized after closing, but feel free to look around!"
Levi Solomon's House
Judge Isaac went into the main room to fetch himself a napkin. Shortly after, he returned to the computer, wrote down the addresses for both the recently established Build-A-Bear and the junkyard, and then pocketed the napkin along with the yellow note. Seeing that his only mode of transportation was a pink girl's bike he got for a cheap price, he figured he would have difficulty chasing any cars at this hour. He wasn't sure what he would gain by pursuing this Bilderberg Group and by extension Build-A-Bear, but he felt doing so was of vital importance to curbing the influence of the Heretics.
After closing any programs and shutting down the confiscated computer, Isaac returned to the other room, and then turned off the television. He went over to his backpack and slipped his hands inside to check his inventory: shotgun, rope, binoculars, pistol, his holy book, his phone, a knife, the transforming staff, and plenty of bullets. He strapped the thing on and headed out into the garage, commanding the orb to follow him. He turned around and made sure to lock everything, but not before checking that he had his keys. He stepped onto his hideous pink bike, recalled the orb, and rode off into the night.
Near Build-A-Bear Workshop
After riding for a fairly long time, navigating the downtown streets, Judge Isaac had finally come to the place where the new Build-A-Bear workshop had been erected. Once he could see a sign displaying it, he parked his bike nearby, and walked over to the entrance of the shop, looking inside to see if it was open.
edited 1st Aug '14 5:29:47 PM by CathariSarad
Build-A-Bear Workshop
The store was open. Various college-aged employees were assisting children in the highly-complex stages of bear-building, while parents lingered nearby.
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Blue Dragon Tea Shop
At first, the vipers went unnoticed, with the shop being more packed than Riza remembered for quite a long time. Then one of them bit one of the customers, a grandmotherly woman in her sixties. Chaos ensued, and most of the customer ran away at top speed, one of them breaking the priceless Ming vase Riza had on display near the door.
Fortunately, one of the customers had enough sense to call 911 on the way out, but it would take the ambulances some time to arrive. Meanwhile, Riza stood, rooted to the spot. Someone dared to release snakes in her shop? She could feel anger blinding her.
A hissing noise brought her attention back to the present. The four snakes, sensing that the shop was mostly empty, converged on her. She bared her teeth.
“Fuck you,” she told them and promptly crushed the first one's head with her transformed hand. “Noone messes with my shop.”
Build-A-Bear Workshop
Judge Isaac entered the store and marched forward, keeping an eye out for whether anyone was watching him and looking for any cameras. Disregarding the occasional stares and comments due to his presence, he stepped towards one of the cashier desks, waiting in line if necessary. Once he was able to speak to one of the sales clerks, Judge Isaac said, "Good evening sir/madame, I request to see the one who runs this establishment. I have no ill intent, and I seek only information. If I cannot see the manager at this time..." Isaac pulled out the yellow note and placed it on the counter, pushing it forward. "...what could you tell me about this?"
Rise Above Fate
Junkyard - SKELETON MAN!tm
Skeleton Man had been attempting to fall asleep inside of an abandoned car in the Junkyard, mildly regretting his decision to sell all of his belongings so he could fight crime as Skeleton Man. However, these thoughts were quickly banished from Skeleton Man's mind as the sounds of the three way battle between Uniscorn, Baron Bitchslap and Heavy Metal reached his ears. Knowing that a battle between supers was likely under way, Skeleton Man clambered out of the rusted hulk of a car and began sprinting towards the fight in progress.
Upon reaching the battle, Skeleton Man took a look at the three combatants to try and figure out which one was the bad guy. After a good moment spent trying to figure out who he would attack first, Skeleton Man settled on Uniscorn as he found the Unicorn's appearance unsettling (and thus, Skeleton Man deduced that he must be evil). With a bounding leap, Skeleton Man bellowed "STOP RIGHT THERE EVILDOER!" and swung his fist at Uniscorn in what might be the wimpiest attempt at a haymaker that the world would ever see.
Museum - Edward Hopkins
One of the many perks of Immortality was being able to observe history being made. Fortunately for most of the world, the only major historical event that The Witchfinder General had participated in were The Salem Witch Trials. For the time being, Edward treated his trip to the museum as a way to keep an eye out for any witches in the area without actively hunting them down. After spending a good while in several of the medieval exhibits (mostly admiring some of the wonderfully preserved crossbows on display), Hopkins made his way into the Native American collection. Though he found some of artifacts quite interesting, what truly caught his attention were the two individuals who Edward immediately recognized as witches by the brightness of their auras. As one could imagine, this was a source of great internal conflict to Hopkins. After a brief moment spent resisting the urge to attack Natasya and Tiger, Hopkins chose to continue wandering the exhibit and keep an eye on the two. They might seem peaceful for now, but witches and their ilk couldn't be trusted to stay that way for long.
For now, Hopkins simply waited for the right time to strike.
Ritz-Carlton - Daniel Blake
Despite not being terribly interested in the whole affair, Daniel found himself working as security for the Strongarm Banquet. Normally Daniel wasn't big on working during big events, but the paycheck he was being offered wasn't exactly something he wanted to turn down. Knowing that events like this and guys like Senator Strongarm tended to attract supervillains and their ilk, Daniel had stashed his costume and arsenal in a very large hockey bag in a closet that didn't seem to see much use. As the Senator began his speech, Daniel found himself wandering about the room and keeping an eye out for any sort of suspicious activity.
edited 2nd Aug '14 12:37:21 AM by Eachiunn
Discordian Agent
Rail Junkyard
"LET NO MORTAL INTERFERE IN THIS BATTLE OF TITANS!!" Heavy Metal bellowed out, before slamming his metal digits across the strings of his axe, loosing a powerful blast of sound through the damaged speakers of his mount. After the initial burst of deafening sound, the noise soon devolved into another of Heavy Metal's one robot performances[1].
Despite the occasional shriek of protest from Rip Chord's systems, the mechanical dragon seemed pretty into it, briefly re-doubling it's speed as it loped after the Beetle. As Heavy Metal came to a particular heavy riff in his performance Rip Chord suddenly veered to the side, sinking it's metallic claws into detritus as it quickly scaled a large junk pile. After gaining some height, Rip Chord quickly re-oriented towards it's target before unfurling it's wings and making a mighty leap. Loosing another distorted, electronic roar, Rip Chord sailed through the air, before landing in front of it's target, the mysterious Volkswagon.
Rail History Museum
"Hm?" Natasya had to take a moment to look up from her brochure, too wrapped up in her thoughts to notice Tiger's presence "Huh? Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't notice you there. Are you working in here?"
"It all depends on how we look at things, and not on how they are themselves." -C.G. Jung
Memorial Park
Alannah scowled behind her mask and crossed her arms, the tendril holding the orb whiplashing down to smack it against the pavement.
"Does someone know what to do with this smartass billiard ball?" She called out, turning to look the way she'd come. "I'm really getting sick of its bullshit."