OOS: WELCOME BACK ADDY *glomp!!*
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[ Datrio: ]
Lina: Wh, wh -
Prudence: *Kneels beside Orthos* It's okay, shhh, we're sorry, we didn't know...
*She quietly licks her fingertips, and snuffs out a little flame on her left ear*
Prudence: You poor thing...You got spirited away, trapped in a strange world...You're frightened...
Lina: *Suddenlys looks fit to be ill, and turns away; unable to bear what she's done any longer*
Prudence: ...No. Even if these are your last moments, I'm not letting you die in a strange place. *Rips the top off of her remote control, and begins fiddling with the inside* This is the very least I can do.
*Disconnecting one last wire, she pats Lorthos on the side*
Prudence: Please, bear with it just a while longer. *Sighs shakily, lifting the wire* Bear with it. *Squeezes the tip of the wire, and sends a spark*
*She screeches, as the remote control's circuits begin to glow and melt and smoke*
*Above Lorthos appears a shimmering curtain of light, which begins to fall over him*
*She falls to her knees, and stutters, trying to speak*
Prudence: Gh-gh-ggghhh...Good...N-night... *Crumples*
Lina: *Dives, goes to her knees, and catches her*
*She clutches her, gazing at her burned hands*
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[ Grassy Planet, Outside of the Conquistadores Guildhouse: ]
Sarasim: *Tosses Laros some kind of large, wrought silver spade, dangling a little die with a pawprint in place of the one-pip* Take dis, baby boi. Da ring is purrfect fur an illusionist. Makes 'em undetectable to anything. Mostly anything.
Mia: Actually, literally everything. *Has just polished off her second tart* I think I know what you're talking about. A Ring of Total Presence-Voiding that Baddoboss stole from my friend. It seems fitting that it ended up in your wily little paws.
Sarasim: Word up. Now, what you don't know 'bout dis Ring is dat nothing furrom outside a da Ring can detect it. Buuut let's just say dat Baddoboss felt like embellishin' it, and I decided that I could find a good use fur it, now dat it had gotten all steeped in its magics.
Mia: ... *Strolls over to Laros, ears flicking, and lifts the die tasseled onto the spade; turning it side-to-side in the light* ...Sarasim, you are a clever, clever cat.
*As she turns the die, the center of the pawprint decoration becomes visible as a glimmering ruby at some angles, and its normal red dent at others*
Sarasim: Mweeheeheehee. You got it, gurrrl. I nabbed the Brakmarian Bloody Ruby that Baddy had da ring decorated with, and put it in my li'l multitool there. Right now, you holdin' da only way ta track dat ring in dis or any Universe.
Mia: *Looks to Laros* Are we ready to move out?
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[ Legacy Ship: ]
Sumire: That's the issue. *Leads the group back towards her main lab*
Jemelt: *Half-turns and points to the almost entirely dissolved "Masqueraider," ahem* Not to impose myself or anything, but shouldn't we be concerned that the brother who led me to saving you girls is going up in smoke? Literally?
Sumire: *Whirls, two tiny black horns growing from her brow* I despise mimics. That shadow was a mimic crafted as a proxy by that busy clown! I know a Masqueraider's Mystique when I see them, wearing the darkest forces of the God Sadida perched on their brow! They are capricious curs, simply actors waltzing around a stage that they forsook their right to walk, playing any part they so wish and creating acts that were never meant to come to pass! I must contact the Witch's Academy. Headmistress Baba Yaga will make sense of this mess presently.
*Realizing that she has yet to answer Lynvara's question, Sumire sighs; her horns receding slightly, and fading back into her normal fair skintone*
Sumire: There are a total of five life support cores, arranged equidistant from each other up five sectors of the city. The lowermost core was corrupted, and as such, our cyberlords quarantined it, and some knocked themselves comatose with the condition, "Do not awaken until all corruption has been removed, and the source has been discerned." They are how we learned that the corruption is very regular; symmetric, I would go so far to say.
Jemelt: And from what I can tell from my mixed-up memories, I was sent here on a mission to root out a hacker known as Mute Gabranth. He's a perfectionist, has OCD, and all of his programs are based on a perfectly-symmetrical alien programming language that is based on a series of loops that can run for the lifetime of a Universe without ever encountering the conditions to continue beyond that stage.
Jemelt: It is also known for causing insanity for anyone short of a cyberlord to attempt to decipher it. They say that insanity goes hand in hand with genius, and genius is less than a step away from...Mute Gabranth.
Sumire: ...Heavens above, Mute Gabranth! Of course! *Facepalm: Eureka Edition* Mute Gabranth! If it were a snake it would have bit me! The cyberlords sent me a file that will interest you all, once I've alerted Baba Yaga to that Masqueraider. For whatever reason, she's been looking for a Masqueraider of the Red Ink. This will interest her.
*Spinning on her heel, she leads the group into her main lab - where a glove-clad fist bonks her on top of the head*
Bonney: Oi ya little rapscallion! T'would be a courtesy were ye ta keep some seafood abouts the premises! I were starved for a mussel or oyster, and lo not a one to be found in any a yer fredges nor pantrees! Now, ye forced me hand, and I had ta bring me own victuals ta prepayre!
Sumire: What -
*KRASHHH-chnkchnkchnk*
*BURBURBLLLUUUUUURRRRRREEEEEEUUUUUUGGGHH!!*
*Sphhhhrrrrrrllllllllssshhhhh*
Heathcance: Fear not! I've herded him into the scrap metal area! Now, *KRASH* I can show him - *Ominous beeeeeeeep* My best shot!! *FRRRWSSSSSSHHHHHHH!!*
Sumire: *Has gone pale, teetering* Wh, wh...Why don't you contact Baba Yaga...?
Bonney: *Raises a truly massive wrench, and bobs her head forward rapidly; causing her goggles to flip down over her eyes* Aye! But the first matter o' business that I cannae denye is tha injustice of dis power unit! *Clomps off towards a huge generator, snow-white curls bouncing as she goes* T'is criminal that me old comrade fro' days o' yore should be forced ta op'rae wi' a gen'rator runnin' at a piddlin' 87% capacity!
Sumire: ...Lynvara, please, open a link, and choose established link #3. *Snaps her fingers, causing a hovering chair to support her; prop her legs up halfway, and carry her to her console* Ye Gods! My lab is simply under siege today! At least I have company as yours, Lyn, Jemelt, Sir Angel.
Jemelt: *Looks over at Anzu* Apparently my brain just regenerated fifty-odd minutes ago. Mind telling me what the deal with that clown was, for starters?
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[ Groularougarn's Planet: ]
Groularougarn: *Eyes turn a glowing orange; yet this time, their slit pupils are a glowing scarlet, with searing white in the center* I see something powerful about that Black Dragon. He may just be the one who will stand by my side, from his kind.
Srivalti: *Chuckles* Yer still intent to carry on the duty of Fiamra? Ah, well - I suppose it's the least that you, me, that we all owe that amazin' dragoness. *Lifts her fist, raises her fore and middle finger halfway, and curls her ring and pinky fingers under her thumb; all in some apparent salute*
Groularougarn: A red dragon to blaze the trail; a black dragon to know the evils they'd face; a blue dragon to electrify their spirits; a green dragon to guard their morals; a dragon of purest white, who would preserve any who strayed from the road; and one, a youngling, who would arrive on the wings of Life-in-Death.
Latta: *Siiigh* I really regret handing you that prophecy before I knew what it meant. Then again, I suppose it's just as well - I still have not cracked that last part.
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[ Nefarian's Lair: ]
???: *Stands there, wrapped head-to-toe in bandages* Hail, Nefarian! I've been waiting for ages, and you haven't a clue how literally I mean that! *Her one uncovered, electric blue eye seems to smile, uncovered by bandages*
*Suddenly, a black dragon winds in; her serpentine head cowering low to the floor*
??? 2: A, apologies my liege, she didn't trip any sensors! We found a bio-signature growing stronger behind an odd stone block, a, and, good lord, she had to have been dead in there since this base was first built! But, but she just stood up, pranced out, took a passel of dragon eggs out to hand them to your assistants, and -
??? 1: You know, *scratches chin* I find it very curious that a dragon would use a customized shimmer for whatever reason. You are with another dragon, or perhaps you are not a dragon at all?
??? 2: Hah, hahah! You little cur! A shimmer would never work on a dragon! You are not merely a ghoul, you're completely, stark-raving -
??? 1: *Eye glows, as she snaps her finger with a sparking flash* I invoke the Tenth Doctor! shimmaaaaaaaa~
??? 2: *Entire body gleams and ripples, and suddenly, begins to spin around and form into a wild sphere of liquid light*
??? 1: Ohhhhh. The shimmer was a supplement. You needed it to disguise your shape. I would keep this gal, Nefarian, if she wasn't a snake in the grass. OR SHOULD I SAY CHAMELEON!? OR SHOULD I SAY, CHAMSAM!!?
Chamsam?: *Drops to the floor - a paleskinned girl with wavy red-pink hair, golden eyes with concentric circles around the tiny pupils like a chameleon, and a long tongue hanging out; she wears dark blue biking shorts, and an overlarge chameleon-motif hoodie with bellsleeves* How dare you, strange woman!! *Throws the ruined shimmer collar on the floor, and begins to kick into a half-tantrum*
??? 1: Sir Nefarian, I give you Samjam the Chamsam, as well as this! *Tosses him a strange device, a highly-elongated hexagon resembling a mix of metal and crystal* This is a map to a nice Blue Dragon! You'll love her, she loves studying things! Just bring her a book or a scroll or summat or she'll zap you silly! I know how that feels! *Shudders as sparks go up her body*
*Suddenly, she blips out of existence*
*She reappears carrying some kind of faintly-smoking energy rifle, with a sombrero decorated by a solid gold skull atop her head*
???: Ohhh don't mind me! I wanted to tell you, Samjam is very useful. You can probably pay her in some sugary junk and she'll come back with a lost text that's supposed to be protected in a library sunk into a black hole! Now I normally abhorr senseless violence but I'm fighting to save this cool horny chick and her fly boyfriend so I must march into battle on behalf of their love DAMN THE TORPEDOES!! *Disappears again*
*As seconds turn to minutes, and she doesn't reappear, Nefarian finds a big glob of drool landing on one massive claw*
Samjam: *Gazes up at him with her eerie eyes* Have this. *Reaches inside of her hoodie through the hood, and pulls out some kind of heavily-wrapped ledger* The Big Boss said that I'd know who to give this to when I found him. They contain notes on how to optimshh - opthhhh - *Blurps up a huge splash of drool onto the floor* Sowwy. On how to optimize the modification of baby dragons. Do you have any candy?
*Her tongue lolls out again, as she stares up at Nefarian*
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[ Hei Fon 4, Láng City, Streets: ]
Asabana: *Has assumed her hitodama form again* One of my Sorcerous Traits is Pool of Knowledge. I can draw on many sources of experience, even beyond that of a regular Spirit Ally. That goes a long way to say, while we all search deeper, I will try to find any information that I can on this leyline.
Zev: I don't know what I'd do without you, Asabana. *Scratches her tiny form between the large fox ears*
Asabana: Live the life of Riley, I'm sure! *Giggles*
Namah: You would say that. *Smiles, then looks to Mephistroth* Are we ready?
*Her halo - in its most base, transparent, wavering form - appears above her head*
Namah: I think I'll be ready by the time we get there.
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[ Asteroid Prison: ]
Serrator: Octoroo, check, then re-check that all systems are prepared for liftoff and defense before this rock gets blown to smithereens.
Octoroo: Ooh-ah-ooh, right away, master! *Hovers into the air, and away*
Merhiem: *Smiles, shuddering slightly* ...!!!!!
Serrator: *Applies hearing trumpet once more* Get it out of your system before you give yourself an attack of somekind.
Merhiem: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!! I LOOOOOOOOVE ADVENTURES!!!!!!!!!!! \( = > ω < =)/
Serrator: ...Yes. *Walks away, and begins looking for something to get into*