A Game of Gods Season 3: Nemesis

Eve's attention to Superman was diverted when she spotted Ranma mechanically walking away. Was he seriously scared of the host? Really? Or maybe he was a badly programmed machine... Now she was curious. She began to follow Ranma to the bedrooms, deciding she didn't want to be around all this chaos at the moment. However, she stopped along the way at the wall where Anna had ended up. She tilted her head however, at Zero.

"So...a strange looking nasod ended up with you...?" She inquired, looking at Rose curiously.

She then pointed back toward the Hero rooms, "I am heading to check on the strange kid with pigtails. Want to come with me? Get away from this ridiculous chaos? How dare they disturb us all with such nonsense. I have more important work to do..."

Genos’s brow furrowed, his golden pupils gathering light as his hand revved toward incendiary glory, preparing the endless foes before him for a swift and ignominious death while he raised the dish out of the suds and buffeted the endless drops with a layer of evaporating heat. It was dry in seconds; another foe vanquished.

At least until he vanished into thin air, causing the dish to splash back down.

As Genos hovered, immobile within the hallway while his eyes tracked every movement of the catboy's gait, he found himself shockingly free of distress. On reflection, in the grand scheme of things, very little had changed; ever since that incident that had taken his family, the cyborg had devoted himself day and night to the relentless slaughter of evil forces. Here, it would be no different. He did take some issue with being held as an instrument of amusement for the masses, but the Hero Association had been trying to mold him into such for months now. The more things changed, the more they stayed the same.

The same could not be said of his equipment. From the moment Genos’s shoes hit the ground, he was taken aback as his vision was flooded with diagnostic error messages.

Error: Muscular efficiency reduced by fifty three percent.

Warning: Total firepower capacity limited by a factor of ten.

Caution: ARMS System breach, searching for data…

Genos spent a few minutes dealing with this rash of new information, looking over his design specs and their new limitations as they scrolled down his sight line in an orderly fashion. While Genos's expression remained unchanged, his heart burned as low as his reactor core now did; both figuratively and literally, he was now further away from Sensei than ever before.

Blinking the glowing gold letters away, Genos’s gaze alighted on his feet where the two halves of the ARMS System were reuniting like mating bagworms. Crouching down to retrieve the resulting briefcase, Genos stood up and looked around, taking stock of the reaction of his comrades and future enemies, preparing to intervene if necessary. But his errant despair turned stillborn as he beheld a figure floating in the middle of the room, cape flapping and expression unflappable. Genos’s mouth gaped involuntarily as his eyes’ widening black sclera took in the figure that looked a lot like—

But wasn’t. Genos managed to collect his expression, quell the rising hope in his breast. His Sensei wouldn’t be able to swoop in this time, as it should be. Genos needed to prove he could be self-sufficient. Prove it to his Sensei. And to himself.

With that, Genos stepped forward, nodding as he looked up to the floating figure. “My name is Genos. I am—” At that moment, the scuffle between the Soldier and Myotismon drew his attention away, and he intervened reflexively. Gripping the handle of the briefcase tight, Genos spun in place and whipped the briefcase across the room, looking to hit Soldier in the flank to knock him out of the way. Whether or not he was successful, Genos would rise from the crouch with one arm extended, the center of his palm glowing as he locked onto the digital vampire. “I am a Hero. S Rank number sixteen.” His face sported the solidity and give of a marble statue. “Stand down, or be destroyed."

Spider-Man chuckles at the clearly delusional man in his 40's. "You know what, I'll tell the Hulk that. Hulk Hogan vs The Incredible Hulk live at Madison Square Garden." Spider-Man then notices Hogan's belt. "Oh and maybe we can put your belt on the line. He can put some green spray paint on it, sure that's hip and extreme."

Peter thinks of leaving it at that then comes up with one more idea. He starts to raise his hand in triumph then decides to leave the celebration internally. "I'd ask one thing. Maybe don't get another tan. Hulk might think you're a hot dog and eat you, do rag and all."

Peter smirks as he's realized he's basically on a reality show. Oh dear god. At least it's Big Brother Mojo edition and not Real Housewives of the Mojoverse. The prize is basically Infinity Gauntlet level technology. The ability to study that...oh my god I could do so much good for the world. Who knows what else they're hiding...Earn those prizes Parker. God knows what a species who gave us Totally Innocent or whatever his name is will do to punish us.

"Your vampire magic does not scare me!" shouted Soldier as Myotismon summoned a whip. "That whip is red! It is a pinko whip! Your pinko whip is no match for a red-blooded American!" He swung his shovel against the whip in a sort of parry, the electrical energy arcing across the wooden handle.

"Say hello to Bran Broker for me... in hell, bloodsucker!" he yelled - only to be interrupted by Genos, who threw him out of the way and challenged the digital monster to a fight.

"Attaboy, son!" he groaned from the nearest wall.

It was around here that Xion decided this was all too much. She stomped off to the Heroes bedroom, wondering how they defined hero and villain anyway. Was she really a hero? If so, didn't she deserve a bit better than being thrown into some arena?

She stopped when she saw Ranma. "Uh...you okay? I know this is all a lot, but...we gotta push through...right?"

Not that she was convincing herself.

edited 4th Jul '16 7:55:10 PM by TooManyIdeas

"Genos, right?" Clark called out from his spot, walking over to stand inbetween him and the Soldier. "Stand down. Right now, we're both in the same situation, and the best we can do is avoid infighting- even if you think someone deserves it."

"At least for now," He kept his hands up, gaze going from Genos to the Soldier and back. "That's all I ask."

An End and a Beginning: For Each Their Own Journey

The pair floated through the incomprehensibly vast, inky black canvas between the stars.

He, the disembodied spirit of a centuries-long watcher who had at last shaken off the dregs of doubt, stood up during the final act to take his place on the universe's stage, and proclaimed what his heart believed in: in order born from chaos, and in the light of human beings' wills.

She, the badly-damaged remainder of a sky-haired, crimson-eyed mechanical maiden — no legs, one arm, still functioning, if barely.

Even had they been able to turn and look, no eyes, even their own, could have seen clearly what awaited them — not in the thousands of lightyears of emptiness they had yet to traverse, nor in the shrouded darkness of the future. In spite of that, however, they both knew exactly where their course would take them: to the deepest recesses of long-forgotten space, to mankind's lost cradle.

Yes, for the future was, in the end, a place ever overflowing with the radiance of hope.

Indeed, no words needed to be exchanged on that account. Yet, there was still one thing he felt he must say.

I guess... both you and I still exist... in this world, after all.

His voice, soft as ever, carried even more slowly than usual from his tired mind across the expanse between their souls, but there was an unmistakable tinge of joyous wonder to it. Both of them had fully expected to perish in the finale, yet ultimately, neither of them had. There was only one conclusion to draw.

As long... as people... as long as the universe desires it... we will continue to exist... We haven't finished what we need to do yet. So... until then...

The ruby spark in her irises began to fade as they struggled to stay open for the final words she would hear before submitting to what they might otherwise have thought of as her eternal rest, if not for the faith they both shared that she would one day awaken once more.

Sleep well... KOS-MOS.

"Good night."

Smiling, his oldest and dearest friend closed her eyes and slipped into a peaceful slumber, at long last...

And vanished.

KOS-MOS?! KOS-MOS!

chaos in the room

His confusion — and indeed, rising panic — at the sudden and completely impossible disappearance of the sleeping robot girl didn't last long before it was abruptly interrupted by a wholly different and at least as unexpected form of bewilderment. It was around about the time when Liberty got to the pun on his name that chaos finally shook himself out of his mental stupor and began processing what he'd just heard, along with the rest of the introductions. As their new "host" concluded, chaos pushed aside most of his questions and focused on the one that was the most immediately relevant: How did anyone expect him to participate in a reality show when— The containment field collapsed, and he collapsed to the ground along with it, just barely managing to catch himself with his...

Hands. He stared down at them wordlessly for a very long moment, eyes wide.

A body. He had a body again.

Before he really realized what he was doing, he had innocuously teleported over to a nearby wall in the midst of the bedlam, quickly taken stock of himself, and restarted an old habit he'd told himself he was going to break: standing back and observing. He winced and instinctively reached forward, preparing to knock Tira's burst of bullets off course, but faltered in horror and then surprise as Liberty died and was resurrected not just once, but twice in succession. Pulling his arm back to his side and biting his tongue, he returned to attempting to take stock of the people in the room — though he was admittedly missing a number of names; it had been a long list — and the situation continued to rapidly deteriorate into violence with no signs of slowing down.

A man in priest's garb (Kirei Kotomine) on the 'villain' side of the room who seemed to know several of the others and delight in it, and the irate black-haired girl (Rin Tohsaka) who seemed to know him and regret it. The old Irish hero Diarmuid, who might know the latter. At least three additional people (Tira, Menardi, and... Tesseract, was it?) beyond the priest who knew each other and him, and who were apparently not strangers to such dilemmas. A young girl (Sakura Kinomoto) who came accompanied by a small animal of some kind and reminded him strikingly of Momo. A clearly American soldier (Jane Doe), and a creature that resembled a vampire (Myotismon). A pair of concerned women (Gemeni, Eve) gathering around a (Super)man who had collapsed—

Pressing his right hand flush against his leg to conceal its glow, chaos narrowed his eyes in focus and prepared to shape his power in a way that would hopefully be able to save the agonized man's ears... yet, not half a second after he'd taken notice, the red-caped hero wiped the blood away and stood, hardly looking the worse for wear as he shot into the air and tried to bring some semblance of order to the room.

With a silent nod of agreement, the white-haired man began to push off the wall to make his own introduction and lend some credence to the sensible idea of the man in spandex, but was suddenly more acutely aware than ever of the anxious, grey-skinned young man who had backed shakily away from Tsuyu and very nearly into chaos himself.

"Don't worry," he said, turning fully to face the mutant with a reassuring smile, "I believe you, and I'm certain she does as well." He nodded gratefully at the frog-girl just on the other side of Evan, extending an arm to the latter for a handshake. "I hope you don't mind me saying so, but you don't at all strike me as the type of person who would fit in with that crowd over there. My name is chaos, by the way. Nice to meet you."

edited 4th Jul '16 10:45:04 PM by darksidevoid

Bolting straight up as he heard someone ask him if he was okay, the pigtailed boy instantly shifted so that he was sitting ramrod straight with a shaky smile. "Aw... naw, everything's fine and dandy. I ain't scared a no furry hell beast boy thing." This was said in spite of telltale signs of panic such as large beads of sweat running down the forehead, a bristling pigtail that acted a lot like the thing he hate most in the world's tail, and a clammy whitish countenance as though his frame was drained of blood. Looking at the earnest girl though, he felt his guard drop just a bit in a way that was impossible to do back home in Nerima. ["Though... I guess c-c-cats make me... kinda horrified I guess. I had a horrible experience concerning those hungry demons and me being in a pit together with them while surrounded by cat food when I was five. Fur and claws everywhere, their fangs biting down on my body... Unable to fight back because I was bound by rope and having to experience this for days on end..."] The words came out in a blur, as though he wanted to force out everything as fast as possible.

"With that announcer guy having those ears and tail, I don't think I can handle being anywhere around the guy. Kinda stupid, eh? Someone like me being so afraid of something like... c-c-cats." Even the words seemed to induce great effort to force out from his mouth, as though the very phrase was dirty and thorny. Taking a few deeper breaths to steady himself, the martial artist looked at the girl. "Ranma Saotome. Sorry for letting you see this stupid cowardly side of me." Shame filled his eyes as he drooped and clenched his hands into white-knuckled fists, his plan to establish a proud and confident mental image breaking into a million pieces before his very eyes. "But yeah, I'll pull through even with that guy around. I've been through way worse." A bit of confidence came back into his tone, steadying it and turning it into a statement that someone could actually have confidence in.

"Nasod?!" Almost angered by the question, Zero huffed and puffed as literal steam flew from his mouth. If it wasn't for the fact he was told not to expose secrets of the state, he would have boasted all about him being an all powerful control module for the capital's self-defense weapons grid. "I am Zero, proud Empyrean mechanical life-form I am not most definitely not a Nasod! Rose, help me out here!" Turning to his partner, the round drone's eyes then bugged out at seeing her reaction to the girl.

The unyielding and serious agent was at this point gazing dazedly at Eve, whose royal countenance reminded her greatly of her own princess. There were obviously differences such as state of dress and appearance, but overall, the countenance of royalty was so seeped in her behavior that she couldn't help but compare the two, their very images overlapping. It had been so long since she could meet her liege... A somewhat dreamy sigh escaped her lips, countenance softening up as she let down her guard. After all, Eve was on the good side and all. Very little chance of her attacking, the homesick woman's mind rationalized. "...I'll escort you if you wish. Though at the moment, one shouldn't let down their guard in this house of ruffians and hooligans."

"Bah!" roared Cy-Kill from his corner of the room at Clark's proclamation that they could all get through this together. Even Leader-1 wouldn't be caught dead blithering that sort of sentimental tripe "Our kidnapper has issued a proclamation: the strong shall claim the prize, and the weak shall be reduced to grovelling slaves!" The Renegade rubbed his clamp-like hands together in anticipation of the treasure trove of technology that had been served to him on a metaphorical golden platter - true, brilliant Gobotronian science had made great leaps in the past, but the opportunity to reverse-engineer and integrate all that juicy technology into his systems... why, if he could bring his haul back to Level One, he'd have that meddling Zebediah Braxis eating out of the palm of his hand - and even Doctor Go would be brought to heel.

"And, as the mightiest GoBot of them all, I proclaim that this day will belong to Cy-Kill, and all who choose to fight alongside me, in the name of the noble Renegade cause!" For emphasis, he stuck one hand straight in the air, his fist crackling with yellow energy.

edited 4th Jul '16 8:42:50 PM by Locoman

Xion frowned as she listened to Ranma's story. "Listen...that doesn't make you a coward. You went through something and it screwed with your head. I know how that is."

She smiled and reached out her hand. "I'm Xion. It's nice to meet you, even like this. Maybe we can be friends here!"

Teppei crouched as gunfire went off, ready to fight if need be. Searching, he spotted the cat-man getting shot, and coming back, only to get shot again. This time by the people he worked with. The boy felt his anger flare at the needless cruelty, and it just made it extra clear in his mind what kind of people doing this were. He was going to make sure they would never be able to do this again, even if it killed him for good.

He growled as Jan walked off, staring daggers into the man's back. He turned around just in time to watch a man from his 'team' fly into the air like a superhero. Teppei's eyes widened in wonder, and he grinned as he ran over. "You can fly! That is amazing!" He pointed a thumb at himself. "I'm Teppei Ushizume, the Iron Knight!"

Hogan, for his part, got angrier and angrier the more Spider-Man taunted him. But the last insult sent him over the edge. He let out a primal war cry and ripped his shirt apart, throwing the two halves down to the ground.

"That's it, jack!" yelled the nWo leader. "You wanna mess with Hollywood Hogan, you little Arachnaman knockoff? Come get some, brother! Raaaa—oof!"

Hogan, in his rage, had forgotten CM Punk was standing right by him. This left Hogan wide open to getting hit in the head with a WWE microphone. Hogan hit the floor, and Punk dropped the mic to the ground.

"Well, it wouldn't be for any title belts..." said Punk, taking off his championship belt and dropping the mic to the floor as he looked at Spider-Man, "...but how does the tag team of CM Punk and Spider-Man sound to you?" Hogan, understanding what Punk was up to, took off his own title belt as he got to his feet. The older wrestler didn't know if he would be fighting one opponent or two, but he already didn't like his odds.

edited 4th Jul '16 9:04:04 PM by NitrousThunder

Just as Myotismon was about to strike the first human, another one appeared to shove him out of the way. The second then proceed to level some kind of device at him and dared to try to threathen. All these "heroic" fools were quickly becoming more than he could take. All if dealing with those blasted Digidestined wasn't enough already.

He kept his sadistic smirk as he fired back, "Are all you humans foolish like this? Did you really think I would be afraid of? Do you really think you could ever "destroy" me? Fine, if you're so willing to take his place, then die in his place already too!" He unfurled a side of his cape and then called out, "Grisly Wing!' A huge cloud of bats was suddenly sent out at his target.

Tohsaka Rin; Or, Ia Ia Monologue Fhtagn

"And what business is it of…"'

The long-haired girl looked up, a faint frown pinching her brow. Her gaze traveled down to Diarmuid's mole, lingered, then pulled away with effort.

"I see," she said darkly. "You're a Servant, aren't you?"

Kotomine Kirei; Behold The Monologue And Tremble

There was a time when I, a humble and hurting man of God, sought nothing more than to make atonement for my sins, and purge from my flesh the unnatural desire. Let it suffice to say that I have replaced the urge for sanctity, although the substitute varies day by day. Most commonly it is the searing beancurd of Sichuan, which mortifies the tastebuds and throws the body whole into damp delicious agony. Sometimes it is breaking the seal of confession, or issuing cruel and unusual penance, or misplacing a line or two in the most Holy Mass. And on very special days, days when I have been either particularly good or spectacularly bored, I allow myself to wreak slow, exquisite tortures on the flesh of the one I fancy. It is a treat afforded me by the goodwill of the Multiverse; or rather, by its lack of any such thing thereof. I believe I have a roomful of bodies already, all composed of subtle variations on the same person - but that is for another time. Perhaps I will get to show it to you, one day.

(I have exhausted all the devices of the secular courts of old Europe, save one alone. Let none call me slothful.)

But Father Kotomine, you ask, like the meek parishioner whom I recently insinuated off the twenty-second floor of his office building, what about your current situation? What of Tira, and Menardi, and Tesseract?

My only answer is that Tira's babbling is of no interest to me, for an imbecilic infant cannot comprehend the fact of its suffering even should its arm be plucked out of joint; that Menardi was ever wrapped in the lurid embrace of our late employer, and is therefore as worthy of my notice as a whore on the steps of a ruined palace; and that Tesseract has not to my knowledge rejoiced, even after I told him to through the doors of the elevator of the medical floor of the Chrysler Building. The answer is, I hope, satisfactory.

No, it is not to them that I go. For the moment I saw his face, that face his and yet not his, I knew that God had, for no apparent reason, answered my unspoken prayers.

"Rejoice, young Brando! The wish in your heart will at last come true."

edited 5th Jul '16 2:46:00 AM by troydenite

Tsuyu took a step back as the boy with the grey skin seemed to misunderstand her approach. She put her hands up defensively and made sure to keep her distance. "I don't mean any harm, ribbit. I just wanted to see if you were alright." she said calmly. She was joined by another young man who similarly seemed concerned for the young mutant. She gave a grateful nod to chaos before giving a quick glance at the outburst the man named Clark gave. He had the right idea, but with this many people it was possible some wouldn't listen.

Lancer

"I am indeed," Diarmuid replied. This girl seemed displeased with that fact. Why was that?

Whatever the reason, he should probably show some more tact and make a proper introduction. The tenets of the Holy Grail War seemed to no longer be in effect, so he could dispose of the secrecy.

"Forgive me, allow me to present myself properly. I am Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, a knight of Fianna. I was summoned as a Lancer-class Servant for the Holy Grail War."

He gave a courteous bow.

edited 5th Jul '16 1:51:33 AM by joergenjetsam

In Which Genos Does His Best Buffy Impression

After a moment more, Genos’s palm core cooled, and he lowered his arm as he turned to Superman, nodding. “I apologize. I only meant to remove the man out of the way of that creature’s attack. I have no quarrel with him personally, or his…” Genos had to internally admit that he had no idea what a ‘pinko’ was. “…eccentricities. We should—”

“Grisly Wing!”

Without a second thought, Genos’s palm slapped against Clark’s S to push him out of the way, as his sensors were overwhelmed locking onto every bat in the swarm simultaneously. Twin jets of fire lanced out of his shoulders as his he cocked his shoulders upward, and his feet left the ground just as the swarm closed in on his position. It was only when he impacted the ceiling with an upside-down crouch that he felt that one of the bats had knocked against his foot, and his head whipped up to narrow his eyes at Myotismon. The damage is slight, but damage nonetheless. That was more than could be said of a day, an hour ago. He couldn’t take his new capabilities for granted.

Genos’s gaze moved past the attacking vampire to the discarded ARMS case that had clattered to the floor after contact with the Soldier’s torso, containing the cyborg’s best shot at ending this fight in one blow. Before the flock could circle back around, Genos kicked off the ceiling towards the briefcase, leaving a series of minor plaster cracks in his wake.

After landing, Genos’s hand would reach down to scoop up the briefcase’s handle, after which his shoulder thrusters would bloom once more as they carried him toward Myotismon’s position at great speed, arms outstretched to either side as he attempted to make use of the digital vampire’s blindspot. “The only one dying today—” Genos would attempt to snag Myotismon with his non-briefcase forearm and carry them both to the balcony, away from civilian(?) casualties. “—is you!”

edited 5th Jul '16 7:24:19 AM by Uncandescent

Eve briefly glanced over her shoulder at all the chaos and at all of Genos' yelling. Another robotic lifeform? She would have to investigate...later. For now, she listened intently to Anna and Zero. Her golden eyes glistened lightly, but her face was quite devoid of most emotion at the moment. She shook her head, letting her white strands swing along behind her.

"My apologies, Zero. I should not have assumed. That being said, I never asked you..." she trailed, looking to Anna then, "Do you prefer being called Anna or Rose? I did just now realize I never asked."

Eve pondered all the arguing going on, before then nodding as she exhaled, "I appreciate the escort. But now I am caught between wanting to check out the arrangements and wanting to observe these strange events for a little longer."

Eve knew for sure she did want to check out the sleeping space, she did. But she was also curious of everyone else here...

edited 5th Jul '16 8:29:34 AM by angeloffluffiness

Tira's tantrum wasn't going to stop. She was stubborn enough to keep bawling even after being threatened. It was like she was enjoying her own anguish, and who could blame her, for all the attention it was getting her? She was like a child: Stupid, petulant, and utterly unsurprising; a clear sign of feminine masochism at work.

Some of the others leveled their weapons at one another, and before I knew it, a shootout had started all around me. I rushed for cover as Genos, a man on the other team, transmuted his hand into what was obviously some sort of cannon. It wasn't aimed my way, but the more of my own...I hesitate to call them 'teammates', but here we are. The more of my own teammates who answered Genos in kind, the worse my odds of escaping the crossfire would become.

It was then that I did something I never thought I'd do: A priest told me he could make all my dreams come true, and I actually stopped to talk to him.

"Kirei, right? I'll tell you what, Kirei: I'm not so good at waxing philosophical while I'm being shot at." I quipped, already wondering if a final death would have been preferable to this. "As long as we don't have to talk about it here, I'll come with you, and you can tell me all about how much better you're about to make my life."

I didn't even wait for him to answer, although I was listening the best I could. My ears were still ringing from when the man called Kent had shouted for everyone to calm down. It hadn't worked, of course, but he was probably used to working with more reasonable people; something he and I had in common. Well, what do you know? I was bonding with my housemates already; even the ones on the other team!

I left the room quickly, expecting Kirei to be just a few steps behind.

Ryuko

"I guess you can say that..." Ryuko said to Mamizou as she waited for Liberty's response. Her eyes drifted over to the youkai's tail and clearly raccoon-like features and the other people gathering around her. "Having to work with complete strangers on missions is kinda my MO. Just don't step on each other's shoes and you'll do fine alright?" she added dryly. Overhearing Shun's suggestions, Ryuko simply chuckled lightly.

"I'm afraid that can't happen either. If you don't want those bad guys getting to whatever the grand prize is, you're gonna have to be as cutthroat as possible. Not a problem for me, but is it a problem for you?" she asked Shun.

Heroes?

"Our captors are madmen and it is our duty to assure that the other side does not acquire such technology." Graham interjected quietly. There were a lot of them, these wolves in sheep's clothing, but the few that worried him were the few that spoke calmly and reasonably.

A demon priest and the man he took with himself just now, for example.

"Having to resort to underhanded methods is fine by me." He nodded when Ryuko explained just how they needed to proceed.

Shoulders flinching in half-instinct ingrained self-defense, the teen's closely shut eyes popped open a few seconds later when the insults and snide remarks didn't appear in the face of his condition. What's more, what did come out were encouraging words and an offer of friendship. "I... Yes. I'd love to be your friend." To say he was surprised was an understatement, but the boy was already grateful it was more on the positive side- something that rarely ever happened to him with his luck. His own hand reached out without preamble, clasping his own onto Xion's proffered limb and gently squeezing it in an affirmative action. "I got yer back." A gentle sigh escaped his lips even as countenance softened from his regular cocky facade to the world, just enjoying the event to finally let down his guard in this rare moment.

"Both are my names at this point. Anna Testarossa... Rose... Both define me at this point in time. Please, call me whatever you want... your highness." Adopting a refined curtsying position where both hands clasped the skirt helm, the gunslinger then slightly bowed her upper body while crossing her legs in an elegant and practiced motion to the member of foreign nobility. "This humble one respectfully suggests that we consider reconnaissance for the moment to pick out any and all future threats. Preparations are a must in this place of sin and debauchery."

"Oy, what an idiot." Sighing and sulking that his partner was ignoring him in favor of this little girl monarch not of their own allegiance, the floating spherical drone nevertheless shot a few side glances towards his partner in a what he thought were sneaky and consummate but was in reality as subtle as a bag of bricks slung by a 800 pound gorilla. Still, he was also quietly observing the surroundings with his sensors. Already he was noting to self to have Rose equip silver bullets in the effect the vampire shuffle his targets over onto them while thinking up future upgrade paths to help deal with the heavily armed hoodlums loitering about.

You can clearly notice Peter's eyes widen in shock behind the mask as CM Punk challenges Hogan to a 2 vs 1. "Now now now, I thought we were the good guys here, Punk. Wouldn't it be unfair to gang up on him? As for Orange Hulk on the ground there, you need to chill out. It's just a little bit of banter, nothing more. It's like when the Globetrotters start showing off. If you two really want a fight though...Can we save it for the first challenge please? Save it for the ring boys." ''Is this what life would have been like if you stayed as a wrestler Peter? Surrounded by egos and men willing to fight over the smallest things? Sounds exhausting'.'

Peter then decides to actually find something out. "Hey! Trust Fall! Is there anything you want us to do or is this the introductory episode?!"

Mamizou - hallway

The tanuki nodded in understanding as Ryoko spoke, breaking into a smile at the girl's wry advice. "Duly noted, love. Don't worry, I have some experience avoiding toes." The teenager still seemed to be holding something back, but they'd be living together for a while, and Mamizou was patient.

Mr Liberty explained, sometimes quite unwillingly it seemed, the rules of engagement, and Mamizou's smile faded as she digested this new info. All this talk of 'punishments' made her tail bristle somewhat.

"Punished, he says. Like unruly children. How vexing." She chuckled wryly and shook her head, turning towards the young boy, Shun. "It's quite admirable to want to show restraint, lad." She said, laying a conciliatory hand on his shoulder. "I, for one, don't believe in wanton slaughter either, even with the stakes set as high as this."

The stakes were quite remarkably high, though. It would not do to have this sort of power fall into the hands of scoundrels - especially not the scenery-chewing robot, that would simply be embarrassing. She could certainly think of a few safer sets of hands... Her smile twisted into a slight smirk. It was all perhaps a bit too much for the delicate status quo of Gensokyo, but my, the kappa and tengu would fluster so...

The sound of screeching bats and blasting rockets broke the woman out of her reverie, and she glanced over to see the hallway erupting into an even greater mess. She may now be, apparently, immortal, but she had no intention of growing complacent in that thought. Besides, some of the shadier customers in the other team were breaking off on their own - the sinister priest and the young jockey caught her eye.

"I've had enough excitement for now, I think I'll mosey on around our new quarters." She said to her small gaggle of companions, nodding towards the rest of the house. "Let me know what our esteemed hosts have in mind for our punishments, won't you?"

With that, she tucked her pipe back between her teeth and kicked off the ground, arcing over the fighting in the hall and heading into the rest of the house. If she happened to be going the same direction as Kirei and Diego, well, was't that a convenient coincidence!

Eve quietly thought about Rose's idea for a while and then nodded graciously, accepting this. She was right, reconnaissance was very important in this situation. Stepping back, she swung her arms out to either side, which effectively summoned the previously distracted Moby and Remy drones to her side. She then turned her gaze back to Rose.

"You have a fantastic point, Rose, Let's perform reconnaissance then and begin surveying our targets, enemies, and surroundings. How do you propose we begin this task?"