Fletcher Renn - Awkward...
Fletcher watched as Loki and Nerile made their way into the library... and promptly ignored him.
"...I'll leave you two to talk."
He teleported out, and after spotting the growing group that was wrapped in several different conversations, he promptly decided he wanted no part in it.
Oh, and Zuko had joined them. They were really screwing with these poor guys' timelines.
Mordin Solus - Red, Red Light...
So, the red light was some sort of matter creation system. Unfortunately, there was no discernible control system.
He could ask his teammates how to use this system, but that would ruin the joy of discovery.
While he tried to find out how to activate the system, he also noticed the argument going on behind him, with the threat of murder being tossed. He activated his omintool, and prepared a Cryo Blast, just in case.
Team Science
"Kill you?"
Gavrill considered for a long moment. When she spoke her tone wasn't angry or mocking at all. In fact it was calm, almost thoughtful.
"Honestly? I might yet do it. Might not. I don't really know for certain. I don't particularly want to, but that doesn't always make a difference, does it? We'll just have to wait and see."
edited 7th Jun '15 10:35:54 AM by Vox
Science
When B.B. Hood noticed Sokka and Gavrill talking, she dumped talking to Nitori and walked over to Sokka
"Sokka, you can be quite stupid, sometimes" B.B. Hood frowned, pulling him away from Gavrill. "You don't just walk up to a monster and tell them that you want to be their friend and dare them to kill you."
"They'll just go 'Don't mind if I do!' Chomp!" B.B. Hood said, imitating a chomping motion. "She's the sort of monster that I'd be paid to kill, though Gavrill herself is above my paygrade."
From how she refers to monsters being above her paygrade, one would get the meaning that it was B.B. Hood's code for 'I value my life over killing that monster.'
Wizard Needs Food BadlyTeam Science
"You don't want to?" Sokka parroted, staring at Gavrill, before a tiny smile appeared on his lips. "Thanks, Gavrill. You, uh... take care of yourself. Who knows what we'll be facing the next challenge."
Waiting until Gavrill had stepped away a little, Sokka let out a quiet squee. "She said she didn't want to kill me! That's, like, 'I like you' in Gavrillspeak! Or something along those lines..."
Science
B.B. Hood was about to argue with Sokka, putting up a finger and opening her mouth. However, she thought for a moment and then put down her finger and closed her mouth.
"Actually, yeah, that's true," B.B. Hood admitted that Sokka's logic about Gavrillspeak was sound.
Wizard Needs Food BadlyAfter Kitana assumed a combat stance, Zuko's did not waiver. Her fans weren't that unfamiliar to him- after all, he had fought against and alongside a Kyoshi Warrior. It was precisely for that reason why, despite his calm demeanor on the outside, Zuko was worried sick about what would happen next. He needed answers, and it was just as likely that this woman was hiding those answers from him. But he had seen what Suki could do at the Boiling Rock and at future training sessions. The last thing he needed right now was to fight someone like her.
Zuko could feel his anger bubbling up, urging him to fight back. If Kitana had faced him months ago, he wouldn't have even given her time to warn him. But he was trying to change. It pained him, to not counter attack, to not move, to let the silence hang in the air, to let his and Kitana's eyes engage in a conflict of their own, but he needed to change. What would Uncle do? He thought to himself, closing his eyes. What would Uncle do?
"... Prince Zuko?"
For a moment, the young man believed that he had just brought back a far away memory of his uncle's voice. But the way his heart skipped a beat, the way his lips drooped and his eyes widened, the way all strength seemed to wane off his legs and arms, that meant his body and his soul knew. That was him. Uncle Iroh. His eyes slowly waded to where the voice had come from, and part of Zuko's mind wished he wasn't here, whilst the other one couldn't stop begging for this to not be someone playing a trick on him.
It wasn't.
"Uncle?..." Zuko whispered, his breathing coming to a stop as he felt something welling up in his eyes, his body stuck in his combat stance, unsure of how to react.
Kitana looked over at the old man that had appeared next to her with one eye, keeping the other looking at the boy, who was still in a kombat stance. She was not about to let her guard down so long as the boy was ready to strike.
"You two know each other?" She asked, while musing on the likelihood that any two given people would know each other in this sort of situation, considering that the team had appeared to been assembled at random, so far as she could tell.
After making his comment to Sam, Urza promptly 'walked back into his laboratory. Placing the newly recovered piece of Sifuri beside its counterpart, the artificer then returned his thoughts to a project he had intended on researching for some time. He had noticed the newcomers, but he had no time to waste on informing them of how matters stood. There were plenty of others who could do so. His time was better spent in devising a way to keep the pieces of Sifuri away from their captors. He was certain they were being deceived somehow. But to keep such things out of the grasp of those who could snatch someone like him from the brink of death and bring him here from across the multiverse...it was a challenge. But then, he enjoyed challenges, and he already had an idea.
It wasn't his own idea precisely, though his experiments had given rise to it. One of his students, Teferi, called the technique 'phasing.' It involved transporting something outside time. If he could do this for his artifacts and the Metathran resting within the laboratory, he would have two armies ready and waiting wherever and whenever they were needed. Normally the limiting factor was mana, powerstones, and time, but he had plenty of the first two and with access to the slow-time area, he might just have enough of the third.
While setting some experiments to run, he took a moment to 'walk over to where Icarax had summoned up a forge worthy of a demigod. The golem continued to prove exceedingly useful, Urza noted, observing the completion of a sword.
"Can your kind of artifice be learned?" he asked, "Or failing that, will you allow me to use the results of your work?"
A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent upon arriving. -Lao TzuIcarax
I decided that it would be much better for me to simply examine the vehicle for myself rather than rely on the whims of this bumbling pound of muscle and testosterone. At my command the vehicle left the ground and floated, high enough for me to get an angle on the engine.
My eyes narrowed as I saw the size of the engine and it's antiquity. The Destral bike's engine levitated the bike off the ground through a combination of magnetic disruption and sonic vibrations. To say the least, the engine needed to be upgraded to something much much more powerful. Still, it was a possibility.
"Mutation is not my power. You would be disappointing if you were hoping for it. Now, until your bike gets a more powerful engine, anything I do to it will only reduce it to an even more pathetic state."
I allowed the bike to slowly settle back onto the ground. This had become slightly more complex than just refitting the wheel. Indeed, I could not make the bike any lighter.
"I have a blade to deliver. There is-"
Out of the corner of my vision I saw Urza approach. Speak of the devil and he shall appear as the saying went. The artificer came with a purpose- he had seen my forge and seen its produce. He wanted to know more, in fact, he wanted the secrets to the forging of protosteel.
Turning, I regarded Urza with a calculated gaze. After all, this was the one who had been so forth coming with his boast of besting me in battle. So he would over look grievances in order to gain knowledge?
"Yes and no. Nevertheless, the secret of protosteel I will keep, Urza planeswalker; I have other things in mind."
I reached back and opened a storage vessel, one of many that hung from the ceiling. To my credit, many were full with blue prints. I was not idle those two weeks before the mission. From within, I withdrew a wad of blue prints and turning round, proffered it to Urza.
"Instead of my protosteel. Perhaps you can interest yourself in these."
-The blue prints were detailed; far more so than what is usually expected from a lumbering warrior. The blue prints contained designs of machines obviously from Icarax's universe. The first resembled a gigantic power suit
◊- something Urza would find mildly familiar. However the next blueprint was of something far more impressive: an aircraft
whose geometry granted it durability and aerodynamic prowess to match even the fastest aircraft from Urza's own world. Alas, the blueprints were not finished. conspicuous blanks were left in the engine section as well as several other integral areas.-
"Before I was a warrior I was an artificer, tasked with creation. Though I left that path and have never looked back, I retain my memories."
edited 8th Jun '15 12:03:55 AM by biomechtraveler
Urza inclined his head at the flat denial of information regarding this 'protosteel.' He had hardly come here ready to hand over the secrets of thran-metal and powerstones to such a creature as Icarax, after all. But he was pleased with the golem's willingness to share other information and even more so that it, like him, understood the power of creation and artifice. It had always been that way...only his enemies truly understood those things.
Taking the offered blueprints, he scanned them rapidly. His interest was already growing just from a first look. If this vehicle could be finished, it would be a vast improvement over the ornithopter or even the metathran aircraft. Another idea came to him, just then. Urza was not a person who acted blindly, neither was he one who pondered too long over something when the answer was obvious.
"One moment," he said to Icarax, and planeswalked back into his workshop, blueprints in hand. A few seconds later, he was back, a different set of schematics in his grasp.
"I made only one artifact worthy of admiration," he told the golem, offering the thick scroll, "With the multiverse at stake, perhaps with some assistance that number can be increased."
Contained in the scroll, magically manifested from his own thoughts and memories, were the original designs of the Weatherlight but missing the powerstones and lacking the details and specifics of thran-metal, as well as a few of the artifacts that had come to be part of the ship over time. If he could hide the pieces of Sifuri, that would be good. If he could make them part of something greater than themselves, something of his own, that would be even better.
"If you are interested in further collaboration, I would find it quite helpful," he added mildly.
edited 8th Jun '15 9:34:17 PM by RedCedar
A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent upon arriving. -Lao TzuArmani walked through the portal like he was stepping through a door; these things really were comfortable, all things considered.
He glanced around, expecting to find something waiting for them...and when there wasn't besides a couple of new members, he huffed.
"There better be something urgent happening in the next couple hours". He grimaced. If he'd been tricked he'd be pulling the throat out of a cosmic deity before the week was out.
He took stock of the situation. Unfortunately he'd had to drag their little guest along for the ride for now — another reason he needed to return to the planet one day. He'd hopefully be able to find a soul container soon enough.
After noting the rather abysmal status of his mind, he sized up the newcomers. The knightly woman he had met earlier, Riesbyfe, sure was taking things well. It was refreshing and a tad bit disturbing. He cocked his head curiously at her. "Someone's quick to jump onto the ride." He frowned slightly as she pulled some form of alcoholic drink — bleh — out of the summoning mist. "Um, miss Riesbyfe was it? I hope you're not planning on getting drunk to cope with things...Trust me, you really want to be lucid right now." In direct contrast to the armored woman, there was another woman as well who was quite scantily clad; Armani was somewhat reminded of miss scizzorsword over on team science. He studied her for a full minute, brow creased in concentration. Might have come off as something of a pervert, not that the boy would realize that.
—Why would a warrior not wear even light armor? Did they catch her while she was in her nightgown? ...I bet that's what it is.— Sure didn't look comfortable, but hades be darned if he had any better explanations.
Then yet another dropped in over on the side, this time a boy with a scar on his face. Armani wasn't surprised one bit to see him start panicking; heck, it was the PROPER response as far as the boy was concerned. Kitana immediately set about responding to the threat, while Riesbyfe continued to sit down and drink. Armani sighed and grabbed his sword, preparing to step in, when another older guy he didn't recognize stepped in and did it for him — the two were apparently related. Armani just cocked his head at the odd tableau unfolding in front of him. Lastly he gave the woman Sheik a little wave; he unfortunately had little to say to her plight, being relatively new himself.
"...Interesting fellows", he noted to Maria next to him, "Hey is it just me or is Moja recruiting hard all of a sudden? We didn't get any newcomers for weeks before our last mission."
"If she's too much of a burden for you... I can try to take her back in. She's my fault, after all."
Armani gave her his trademark deadpan look. "I think the team would rather prefer it if you WEREN'T floating around in spirit form while a loopy alien ran off with your body in here." He rolled his eyes and cupped his chin in feigned ponderment. "I mean, I guess I could have some fun by hunting her down after she inevitably ejects you and runs off into the forest and all, but then we might have to put holes into that poor body of yours and then Seiga would murder me." Sarcasm done, he folded his arms across his body. "Seriously though, for now I think I'm as good a container as any — turns out, the first voice in my head is great for holding down the second. I wouldn't start worrying until we start having trouble finding somewhere else to put her."
edited 8th Jun '15 9:49:14 PM by tvtropesnoob
-Iroh stays unmoving for a moment more, then turns so as to keep his face hidden. Certainly, he had not thought to be reunited with his nephew so soon, or in these undreamed-of circumstances. That he was allowed to know that Zuko became a far greater man than anyone could have hoped for was reward enough. But now is their first meeting since Iroh was imprisoned. How will he react?-
MAGIC
"Me? Murder you?" said Seiga, face all surprise. "I would never."
She did a little twirl in the air where she hovered, for emphasis.
"On the other hand, I could take care of the spirit in your head. I have a way with them. Well, I would need your cooperation. It'll be some light entertainment for me though. You wouldn't deny a nice lady her fun, would you?
It was with pleasant surprise that Toph discovered that one of their new team members was Zuko. Kitana had thus far not sown herself to be particularly likeable, or even noteworthy. It was mildly disconcerting though, going from wistful farewells to jubilants welcomes. Also, she was still sorta tired
"Hey Zuko," the earth-bender said, beaming despite her lethargy. "Not what you expected, huh? You'll get used to it."
SCIENCE
"Tsst."
Cash scheme foiled, Nitori had stomped through the portal, an expression well capable of silencing crying children on her face.
Pouting, tantrums, whining... all of it seemed so attractive. But no, she wouldn't. Instead, she would build something wondrous, something grand and imposing with armaments that could make the Moriyas go green with jealousy. Then she'd hide it in fog and charge an arm and a leg for viewing priveleges.
She just needed the right idea. Maybe a giant lizard. Did not those live on the Earth long ago? Giant angry lizards of some sort?
Thus resolved, the Super Youkai Warhead went to work in her secluded corner, previous anger buried under new enthusiasm.
Conception is sin Birth is pain Life is toil Death is inevitableIcarax
It did not matter how Urza took my refusal. We were on the same team and since I was willing to cooperate, I believed that he would see the sense to work with me. To my relief, he was able to cast aside petty differences. Moments later, I was examining something to be called the Weatherlight. A good name for what is described in here to be sure but...
Weatherlight. Why did it had to be light? But that was not going to be a problem until the distant future. Right now it would seem that this ship needed some sort of power source and I had something in mind; it would defeat the whole purpose of calling it Weatherlight but then who could be blamed? I had a mind to try and create power cells that could store shadow energy.
Shadow energy was something Makuta could naturally draw on an wield. Our bodies could contain it but, the shadows dispersed as soon as our will was removed. If Shadow energy could be used to power an engine, who knew what could be achieved? The machine may be able to run indefinitely.
Perhaps there was a way...
Later, all for later.
Placing the Weatherlight blueprints into an empty vessel, I summoned the grip of Sokka's sword, winding it on even as I mused on what to do next.
"Certainly. I will lend you my assistance. Sifuri is something worth striving for after all."
I had finished Sokka's sword
◊. The blade felt like a tooth pick in my hands and luckily, it was not made for me.
"Now, I have something for the child named Sokka. I take it that he's a student of yours Urza?"
edited 9th Jun '15 6:24:09 AM by biomechtraveler
Team Magic Base, Yet Another New Challenger Approaches
If the dust could whisper, they'd be saying bad, baaaad things about the next man who approached from within the base.
In the world of under-the-table deals and jobs that the average man didn't dare take, few struck as big a chord or left as impressive a mark as Hol Horse.
That's the story the mercenary liked to relay to his would-be employers, at least.
It was true that by the standards of a normal human, Hol Horse's Stand put him at an edge over the average spy or assassin, the ability to direct his bullets however he wanted allowed him a kind of leeway most gunmen didn't have. His accuracy rate was at a steady, impressive 83%, an approximation he gave himself based on his past few years of work, not counting a certain job alongside a future-predicting Stand. The details of that encounter, he'd take to his grave.
But now, with his ties to DIO severed, Hol Horse once again had the opportunity to expand his horizons towards other clients, ones with less lofty expectations of him than that psychopathic vampire. God knows he'd have to deal with more people like Jotaro and crew. He had a bright future of a comfortable salary, adventure and a myriad of wonderful women to bed ahead of him.
Which made his current predicament all the more aggravating.
Where was he? What was this weird sensation? This sensation of something...'supernatural'.
("I wake up in a place I don't recognize...and the last thing I remember was making myself comfy at a hotel. Alone, for once. Either someone was a little too good at sneaking drugs into my food and drink, or this is the work of some kinda Stand.")
With his luck, he put his bets on the latter.
This was bad. If Hol Horse was really dealing with another Stand user, he sure as hell wasn't prepared. He'd deliberately avoided scuffles with Stand users, as he is wont to do when he was lacking a good partner. So for one to antagonize him now...
Hol found himself approaching the sound of voices. He slunk forwards, crouched into his best stealthy position as he proceeded. He looked to see...the oddest bunch he'd ever encountered, and that was saying something. An azure-clad lady wielding what appeared to be bladed fans, a young man with clothing seemingly unfit for the era and a great reddish scar making up a good half of his face, a great pillar of a man whose fashion sense served only to accentuate his fearsome physique, one far beyond any bodybuilder, and so many more.
("What the hell is this now..?")
Hol remained hidden, trying to make out the situation before him from a good distance away.
Team Science Base
With his first impromptu mission finished, Glacius lay on a wall. His fingers felt his face. It still stung a tad from that spirit's flames.
Glacius hated fire.
The alien that hailed from an environment of sheer cold and controlled ice hated his opposing element. Big shocker.
He'd managed to re-freeze the burnt area, bring the temperature down to an acceptable level of comfort.
He supposed that he could lick his wounds all day, but he had other more productive things to do.
Like find whoever was in charge of this Sifuri operation, ask them a few questions, then build that voice modulator. With that in mind, he simply wandered deeper into the base, away from the rest.
"Shake the dust." - Anis Mojgani"Well, thanks anyway," Jack said to Icarax. Can the entire freakin' engine, huh? Hell with that. The Chaser spent a long time working on and modding that engine and everything around it, and he really did not feel making a new from scratch. Not to mention he was mostly into retro engines anywho.
However, Jack could not help but overhear Icarax and Urza talking and swapping blueprints with each other.....and the former mentioned about giving something to Sokka....?
edited 9th Jun '15 11:17:56 AM by UdtheImp
DAMMIT MARK, STOP HITTING HELPY!!Zuko reached out for his Uncle, but the way he turned around to avoid looking at him felt like a fist had just clutched his heart and was unwilling to let go. He could barely let out a croak or a surprised grunt. Zuko's eyes bore their way into his Uncle's back, but they did not blame him. He understood why his Uncle refused to see him, as the last time they saw each other he was behind bars and being called a fool by the person he'd been trying to help for years. "I understand, Uncle." He spoke, solemnly, taking a deep breath so as to disguise the sobs that were trying to sneak out of his lips. "You're angry at me." He shook his head, still not sure of how to proceed. "I think we can talk later. When things have calmed down."
The sound of Toph's voice came as a pleasant and frightening surprise, enough to capture Zuko's full attention. "Toph? I... what are you doing here?" Seeing Toph and his uncle there, he heard Wammu's words go through his head again. It made sense for Zuko- if you wanted something to be found, you could count on the Dragon of the West and the Greatest Earthbender in the World to find it- and that, together with another careful look at all the people around him, were enough to make the weight of the whole situation hit him like a ton of bricks. "So... I've been drafted for this hunt too?" He glanced at his Uncle, furrowing his brow. Whoever did this brought him here without his permission. They would pay. "Are you sure there's not a way for us to escape? No tunnels, nothing?"
edited 9th Jun '15 11:18:28 AM by GrateEscape
Chaika Trabant - Peace Please
The coffin girl was slightly surprised by the answers she had received, mainly because they were just... unexpected. Wamuu's speech to Zuko was also very enlightening as to what they were doing and why.
That is why she couldn't just sit there while Kitana and Zuko were in fighting stances.
"No fight, please," the white-haired girl pleaded, standing in front of the Edenian princess. Since Iroh and Toph were with Zuko, she figured he'd eventually calm down. "Same team, work together."
Raven (Team Science) - Master of Tact
Okay, maybe the word "camaraderie" was not completely accurate.
Some of the people in the group had just introduced themselves to the ones around them, and there was a particular woman covered in stitches that seemed to be quite aggressive even towards her own teammates... on a regular basis, if they were to be believed.
In that context, he could only let out a sigh and shake his head disapprovingly. It would probably be rude to state an opinion in such a situation given the fact that he was not familiar with any of the people involved or anything that could have happened between them.
Still, he needed answers, and by the looks of it he was not going to get them by just standing still. So he decided to step in and make sure that the situation would definitely not escalate any further.
"Are you done?"
Although he could have been more tactful about it.
Kitana stared at the girl in front of her for a moment after she spoke. Then, seeing that the boy was apparently not going to be attacking, she put the weapons away.
"I am more then willing to cooperate with the other members of this 'team'." She said to the girl. "I would not have hurt him any more then necessary to keep him from attacking myself or others."
After a moment, another question occurred to her. "So, what is your name? What, exactly is it that you do?" She asked, wondering why someone so apparently young had been brought here.
edited 10th Jun '15 12:01:53 PM by Meanken
Team Science, Base
People could be so strange sometimes. Gavrill watched Sokka leave with Hood, still looking thoughtful. That particular tryst was probably going to end badly, since he didn't seem to fully understand how fucked in the head that little psychopath was. Then again maybe he did know, and was deluding himself with Hood as much as he was with Gavrill. He really was clinging to the fantasy that his influence was going to make her a better person, wasn't he? He was in for a rude awakening, whether he accepted it or not. Well, he wouldn't be able to say she hadn't warned him. She'd always been upfront with them all about exactly what she was. It was hardly her fault if people refused to listen.
And there was me in a good mood...
Gavrill looked the newcomer up and down disdainfully.
"Getting awful crowded around here, isn't it? What are you supposed to be?"
edited 12th Jun '15 11:04:50 PM by Vox
Magic
"It makes sense that Moja is recruiting if the next mission was so serious that we could not even stay with Korra for a bit," Maria explained to Armani, but then was silent for a while since Armani had a point about Princess though she had her own corrections.
"She's not an alien," Maria explained to Armani about Princess's nature. "She was once as human as I am, a firebending princess who was betrayed by her brother and sent to a mental institution... insane, yes, but also human."
"I know you have said you could pull souls out of bodies," Maria raised an eyebrow at Seiga. "But I would at least like to know what you plan to do with Princess."
"I do not want to find my body possessed by Princess again while practicing leaving my body," Maria said to Seiga, but then felt like admitting a fear to both Seiga and Armani. "And... part of the reason I wanted my body back was because Princess forgot her own name during the time she was a spirit... She know some things about her life as a human, but she's forgotten much of it, and being back in my body, it seems like memories are tied to it... I remember what Princess did while in my body as if I were Princess during that time."
"It is weird remembering yourself act like a whole different person," Maria explained to Seiga and Armani.
edited 11th Jun '15 1:39:16 PM by GameGuruGG
Wizard Needs Food BadlyChaika Trabant (Team Magic) - Always Good to Meet New People
"Chaika Trabant, wizard."
After the brief answer, the white-haired girl extended her hand towards Kitana, taking a bit of time to take a closer look at her. Even though the Edenian princess was not wearing much clothing, Chaika could tell she was very strong physically, and probably very good at fighting as well, judging by the fighting pose. She could use that kind of help for her quest... but maybe later. There wasn't much she could do about it at that point, stranded in another world like they were. For the time being, all she could do was hopefully get along with the others.
"Nice meet."
Raven (Team Science) - Okay, Maybe Not So Good
Raven took plenty of time to examine the woman in front of him carefully. Obviously, the first thing he noticed was the large amount of stitches her body had, which seemed to imply that she had either suffered a terrible accident, or that she had been crafted with spare parts of other people. Hopefully it'd be the first option. The second thing he noticed was her attitude: blunt, disrespectful, and potentially careless. He didn't have much trouble picturing her as someone with far more anger management issues than fear of getting hurt.
That poor lady.
"Technically a human-nasod hybrid, but I honestly prefer the human part," the golden-eyed man stated, without taking his eyes off the patchwork woman. "Where am I?"

Team Science
"Why do you make it so hard for people to treat you with more than just distant glares and quiet discontent?" Sokka retorted, crossing his arms. "I don't get it, I really don't. You're so happy with everyone thinking you're this monster when I know that you're not, and that's because I'm dumb enough to defy death and talk to you."
"I've known everyone here for, what, almost a month? And I know enough to say they are my friends. We've been through an awful, grim world and the future of my own world. We've been through fire and who knows what else we'll go through. You do know that, right, Gavrill? We might be with this Sifuri thing for months, even years. So I've done the best that I can with it."
"But you, I mean, do you really like to be a loner? Or is that something you just tell yourself to make this whole shoving people away thing easier?" Sokka furrowed his brow. "Because I find it hard to believe that no one in your life ever defended you like I'm doing now. Did you yell in their face and tell them you'd be looking for even worse things to do?" Rubbing his face, Sokka sighed. "If you want to kill me for having the outrageous idea of treating you like a friend, then fine, go ahead. Do it."
edited 7th Jun '15 7:50:52 AM by Stratofarius