-well Momoga, seeing as you drew on something stronger than the mooncell-
-you-
-lag, everyone lags-
-the whole room becomes a glitchy mess for a second, people teleport around, sounds stutter, and you get stuck in in the scenery spasming out-
-at the end of all this Cuhulain is lying over to the side in a bloody heap, 100% ded-
-the golden peice lies before you all-
PM box is Closed, Indefinitely Friend Code: 3368-4181-6850-Waver takes a look at it, and actually seems surprised to see it-
Waver:Well well....!
Q:We will take that
-ohai Q-
-the twins are on the scene and take the peice from Six via some kind of Telekinesis-
Q:We thank you all for you assisstence, and wish you luck on the second leg of your mission.
-and then they're gone-
PM box is Closed, Indefinitely Friend Code: 3368-4181-6850-Momonga looks around, then sighs and also walks, clearly weirded out by the whole proceedings thus far-
-Meanwhile, Mercuria is casually sitting in the-
-...giant freaking military research academy created from plans she drew up out of boredom-
We Are Our Avatars Forever (Now on Discord by invitation, PM)-As Six returns to and enters the mansion, he looks at the hot springs room for a few moments-
-Deciding to partake, he deactivates his driver, then heads into a nearby bathroom and begins disassembling his armor, despite the fact he could just wish it away since he's in a computer-
-Oliver walks into the giant military research complex, his Titan waiting outside provided there is no suitably giant entranceway for it to follow through-
edited 7th May '17 8:08:21 PM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."-Oliver would find that the entrance is pretty damn large...considering that it has to accommodate a mechanical behemoth of this magnitude
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-And there's Mercuria, waving hello to Oliver-
We Are Our Avatars Forever (Now on Discord by invitation, PM)

-Cu gets skewered-
-which stops him from activating his Noble Phantasm-
-he falls the ground glaring at Six-
-this guy, is still standing right now-
-but he stumbles a little-
Poison....hehehe....shoulda seen that one coming.
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