Ethan was astounded. "What the? Since when do Cyborgels question their orders?" he wondered.

He kept edging back to his bike. "I can't just leave her here, if she falls to rebel hands and Desium OPSEC tracks down who altered her programming... Plus the crazy man wants her. Who knows what sort of weird nefarious purpose they would use her for," he thought. "Damn it. Why today! Why did it have to be today!"

With his right hand behind his back, he opened up his holopanel. He could feel his thumb rest easy over a red button.

He looked at her and then at the crazy man in the raincoat. It was obvious that the crazy wanted the Cyborgel. If he surrendered her he would probably get shot. If he ran he would likely get shot, regardless of what the crazy man said. You couldn't trust crazy men.

Decision points and courses of action raced through his head. "Screw it," he thought and thumbed down the button.

The holopanel immediately began to send a distress signal to all nearby police units. "In a few seconds, this place will be crawling with police. Just gotta not get shot until then. And figure out a way to have them not investigate the Cyborgel," Ethan thought.

He turned his head to the Cyborgel Lee again. "Look, you need to come with me. That man needs a lot of help. Probably mental help. You shouldn't listen to anything he says," he said.

(pure493, the ninja.)

It looked like Ethan identified Yuri as a revolutionary much to the Russian's chagrin. The mechanic immediately tried to sever contact from Yuri by saying he is merely a worker and want nothing to do with the conflict between the Revolution and the Desium Corp and New Society.

"Ah but by repairing the Cyborgel to functioning condition, you already have something to do with the conflict. It may be small but it is clearly an act against Desium Corp., yes?" Yuri said, his tone polite and not at all hostile despite the words themselves. "Great job, by the way."

The mechanic, still wary of the revolutionary, began walking towards his hoverbike. Yuri wondered if he was going to report the Russian. It was doubtful since Yuri could report him back and they would be both in trouble. But all that did not seem to matter for Lee the Cyborgel stopped the mechanic.

Lee told Ethan that Yuri knew something about her and demanded that he come along. Both Lee and Yuri turned to the mechanic for the answer. A few moments of silence passed before Ethan gave his answer in the form of alerting the police through his holopanel.

The action startled and disappointed Yuri. "What are you doing?! They will destroy us both and scrap the Cyborgel once more!" The Russian yelled at the mechanic. "We need to vacate the area. There are abandoned buildings near here but if you want, you can head back to your shop to hide."

Should he be uninterrupted, Yuri will take off his raincoat, revealing a set of fine clothes fitting for a citizen of New Society. Pulling out an umbrella, he will tell Ethan. "Be careful, okay? You are not a bad man, maybe a bit close-minded but not bad. Keep her safe, she is part of our salvation."

With his leather-gloved hands, the Russian would pick up his raincoat and throw it in the garbage along with his weapon. "Tsk. That was vintage." Yuri would quickly exit the alleyway with the open umbrella, looking like another New Society citizen.

Fire. Fire. Fire.

The broken mantra had been running through Liron's mind, along with the command to "save the mutt." The fact Liron could find neither was a source of distress, although the name of the feeling didn't come quite to the angel's mind. The broken chain, however, stopped when the small black creature which awoke him (a cat said a voice in his head, its called a cat) began to rub its face against his own.

Liron's facial features didn't change as his good arm reached out and buried its fingers in the feline's fur, petting it. It was wet he couldn't help but notice, slowly beginning to realize it was raining.

Cranning his head toward the sky, he watched the tears of heaven beat down, the mantra of fire in his head dying to nothing leaving behind a vague, empty feeling. Besides the aches and pains across his body. Which was odd. There had been injections for that in the past. Or was it pills? Another shot of pain through his leg told him it didn't matter.

Where is the captain? Why isn't she here? Where am I? The pitiful thoughts came through his mind, not quite piecing together he had been thrown away and forgotten.

"Captain?" he called out weakly, his voice hurt and sore, cracking a bit too. "I am here."

@Ruki
[NPC UNLOCKED: Mel The Artist]

NOM!<3

The small teenager took a bite out of her onion bagel, practically humming in happiness. Cooked to perfection out of a toaster and swipped up and down with a disgusting amount of butter.

Only to her it wasn't disgusting, in fact it was just barely enough. Any day she didn't have to cook for herself was a great day, and even better, it was raining and gave her the chance to show off her Totoro umbrella. Most people didn't use umbrellas anymore, just their Mechangels. She would probably be using one too if she didn't dislike them so much. Her parents tried to give her one at one point in time but Mel never used it, so, disgruntled, her parents sent it back. She never did much like the whole AI thing, plus her Tumblr friends also said that it was totally immoral. It was bad for environment or whatever. Plus Y factor Judge Natalia Rills totally reamed a guy the other day for not owning one to use as a microphone on stage, so there was also a factor of trying to get rid of Mechangels to picket the celebritie's standing on the show.

Not that would last long. But, whatever.

As she passed an alleyway she couldn't help but hear a weak voice coming from the trash bins. It caused her to turn, bagel still in her mouth. "Mmn?"

Her eyes widened as she saw him. Stroking the fur of a cute cat that she totally wasn't going to take home with her tonight oh my gosh what a cutie I wonder if I can make him play chopsticks on the keyboa.... Ahem. Right. Injured guy. That's a thing. She rushed over and knelt down, her shadow falling over his. She held her umbrella over him, concern bright on her face.

"H-hey, are you alright...?" She asked, tentatively pulling trash off of him.

@Fairess
"EEEEEE!" The pixiebot flailed in distress as it tried to squirm away from the incoming hand.

@pure493@PaulHaynek
The Cyborgel's eyebrows creased. She looked at her hands, thinking about what she had just done with the water. The police were already on their way, sirens blazing nearby.

"No! I said he comes... WITH!"

Her hands ripped upward, lifting the walking away Russian into a ball of-more gently gripping-water, keeping his face free. She ran at Ethan and leapt onto his bike as the sirens came closer. "DRIVE!" She demanded, a sudden amount of authority in her voice.

Razielle squeaked and jumped away from the robots, landing on the window sill. The two little robots ran around her feet, as if they are AI. Well, maybe they were. It's completely possible, considering the fact that she didn't remember anything from before the junkyard. She carefully stepped down off the window sill and looks at the small robots. They zip around the floor for a brief moment before disappearing out the door once again. She raises an eyebrow and follows them out, looking around. Those little robots had disappeared into the house, completely vanishing from her sight. The high pitched beeps and low pitches seem to be all around her, but she can’t focus in on one exact one.

She begins to walk around the building, checking into different rooms. It seems like a normal apartment. She peeks into the doorways, seeing beds, torn up and ruined from rats or something like that. She sees some items left by the old owners when they had disappeared. She walks into what seems like a little boy’s room and she looks around. She notices a flat board in the corner and she peers at it curiously. She walks over and taps it. Suddenly, a little humming filled the air and the little board floats up. She jumps back and sees that it stays stationary, unlike those little robots. She sighs and taps it again. It goes back to the ground. This new world is so strange for her.

She proceeds to walk back out of the room and continues to look around.

Zac had just been about to pull the bread out of his bag when he heard the small voice. A moment later, Alexis had lunged across his lap, reaching toward Sasha. Or, rather, her tail. Reacting quickly, he reaches up and catches her wrist, stopping the weakened Cyborgel. If she were at full power, odds are my hand would have come off, he realizes.

Pushing that thought away, he says, "Easy, there. Let's not make any rash decisions, alright?"

Gently sitting Alexis back up, he scoots behind Sasha, who had jumped to her paws, thinking Alexis had been trying to play, thus causing her tail to wag quickly. "Sasha, still," Zac says as he pulls out the wire cutters from before.

Once Sasha had calmed down, Zac looks at her tail to see the pixiebot tangled in her fur. As he uses the wire cutters to snip away at Sasha's fur, careful not to cut any of the pixiebots' exposed wires, he says to the small machine, "So, what are you doing tangled up in my dog's fur?

Something just didn't seem right and as Lexie was pushed around backstage she couldn't help but think about all that just happened. A fellow demon warning her about a mysterious presence, a child that appeared out of nowhere to deliver a message, and her death that prompted Lexie to make a quick escape. She was used to straight up violence that she experienced on a weekly basis at the Slaying Trench, but not this horror show. To top it off it seems like she was now technically back at work again. This was going to be a long day.

Lexie stood there with the most dull of expressions as one of the make-up artists went to work cleaning the now weathered appearance up.

"So what's happening here?" she spoke up to the young artist.

"I do not know. I was told about a presentation and that's all ma'am."

Lexie held her arm out and slowly pushed away the young girl mouthing, "It looks fine," as she walked over to a nearby table and sat upon the edge. Pulling her folder onto her lap she flipped it open and began to peel back the pages, looking for any information on today's agenda. She could see the meeting that occurred back at the office, but after that there was nothing to speak of.

"Weird?"

Even when she looked around the room for any familiar faces she was only drawing blanks. Many of these people seemed to be lost in their own world with the setup, but they all were working together like a swarm of bees. All collectively buzzing around the place knowing what each other was doing before the words were even spoken.

"Lexie!" a voice called out from afar as a young male with a headset motioned for her to come over to his position. Closing the folder she walked over to his position near the stage that was almost ready for it's reveal.

The girl wasn't one Liron had seen before. Not that he saw a lot of humans outside of the station and calls. His eyebrows furrowed as he tried to recall if she was the child of the family. He was pretty sure the little human had been a male, and surely less than 10 years. This one was female and considerably ... older.

A neighbor? he considered numbly as his mind processed the question she posed for him. It was one he had heard before - not to himself of course, but to others. Always to others. How was he supposed to respond to her inquiry? Each time it was presented to humans it seemed it was par the course to lie and say, 'I'm fine,' even if tears were running down one's face. Liron never quite understood the reasoning behind this, and it was never adequately explained to him.

"Is the dog safe?" Liron asked finally, deciding that if he succeeded in his mission he would be "fine." Injuries could heal and his currently useless arm - the weight of the mechanical thing and his inability to send signals to it alerted the cyborgel it was in a state of serious disrepair - could be addressed at a later time. That and his lack of clothes - while there was weight on top of him, it was not that of his uniform. To be truthful, Liron didn't even know how to begin describing how he felt besides expressing he was in pain - surely that wouldn't be anything to help form a diagnosis to begin repairs.

"Wait wh-," Ethan stuttered before being pushed onto his bike.

"DRIVE!" he heard.

Almost instinctively and out of fear for his life he turned on the engine. The anti-grav unit hummed to life and the bike lifted up. He stepped on the pedal, and they accelerated out of the alleyway.

"Shoo-!" he yelled as a car pulled up. He swerved to the right. The car honked and shrieked to a halt. The metal container attached to the bike carrying all the scrap metal Ethan collected slammed into the car. The magnetic connectors tore loose and the container ricocheted into a wall.

"God damn it! My loot!" he yelled looking backward and pushed the pedal, accelerating down the road. Strangely enough, the crazy guy was being carried along through some watery cocoon.

"Lee! I don't know what you are doing, and we, well I'm still in trouble, but I don't want to get involved with something worse so you should really let that guy go!" he yelled swerving through traffic.

Before Yuri could exit the alleyway, Lee loudly declared to Ethan that Yuri come with them. Her hands ripped upward, lifting the Russian into a ball water. Its hold was gentle and it kept Yuri's face free. "Wha--?" The revolutionary had seen and experienced plenty of stuff but never being carried via water and he doubted it was an experience shared by many.

The Cyborgel ran at Ethan and leapt onto his bike as the sirens came closer. She commanded the mechanic to hit it and drive he did, the situation getting to him.

After the fleeing bike dodged some traffic and lost container of scrap metal, Yuri heard Ethan demand that Lee let go of him since he did not want to get in further trouble. "You are running from the police, boy! Not to mention repaired a Cyborgel! You might as well join the Revolution!" The Russian told Ethan.

"Like I said, there are abandoned streets and buildings near here. We can hide there or in your place." Yuri gave hints to the driver.

An alien expression found itself on Alexis’ face. Her lips pursed together, cheeks lightly puffed out as her brows dipped down in an expression of displeasure. She was pouting, yes, pouting at the fact that her target had been moved beyond her grasp. No one had ever come between a foe and her like this, tucking her under one arm and telling her to “not make any rash decisions.” Were she able, she would have reached over and tried to take the pixiebot again out of spite.

Unfortunately, however, she realized that her newly awakened body was not keen on moving. If Zac hadn’t pushed her back, she probably would have been stuck there on top of him. It hadn’t exactly been a calculated move, but what else was she supposed to do? When there was a robot in the area, it was destroy or be broken to pieces.

“Robots cannot feel pain.” Alexis sullenly glared at Zac, then at the hand which held the pixiebot. “You should at least remove its wings and wireless receiver so it cannot conduct reconnaissance or escape.”

Zac thinks for a few moments, then says, "You're right about the receiver, but I don't really feel right about cutting its wings off. I do have an idea, though."

After snipping the antenna to the pixiebot's receiver off, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a rubber band, which he then wraps around the little machine's wings, holding them together without damaging them. "There," he says. "Now it can't spy on us or escape." Looking down at the pixiebot, he says, "So, who sent you? I mean, it'd be pretty hard to believe that you purposefully got yourself stuck in my dog's tail, but it's also really unlikely that you just happened to be close enough to get stuck."

@ScarlettWaters16

Outside the window of the building shows that next door is in fact a casino. Sparkling lights and the muffled sound of intense lively jazz music molest the tranquility of the windows and the subtlety of the sound of rain. A perverse reminder of the industrialization of nature.

It becomes apparent the massive number of bee-boop sounds that fill the abandoned building and they're all coming from the hallway outside the apartment she's taken residence in. If she had stepped out into it, she would see it filled to the brim with active and mingling litter bugs--all of them behaving as they would if they were in a casino. At one end of the hallway there seemed to be a set up in which they mimicked a bar, one litter bug behind a cardboard box flicked pictures of different drinks on its monitor, and the litter bug it 'talked' to would flash on its monitor the beverage it wanted. The bartender litter bug inserted its claw-like hand into the box that served as a bar and pulled out an empty and discarded soda can, serving it to the litter bug that had ordered.

Some even pretended they were drunk by using @~@ faces on their monitors and pretending to fall over. Nearby to it three litter bugs stood in a row, playing as a band with the instruments that they were playing on their monitors. Of course it all just came out as beeps, sounding like a retro game version of Frank Sinatra. Close to them, litter bugs 'danced' by cutely wobbling back and forth around each other.

At the far end of the hallway a gambling area had been set up. The two litter bugs that had raced passed her crossed a makeshift finish line made of twin and cans. Happy litter bugs that had obviously bet money on the winner jumped up and down with >w< on their monitors, while others threw things down, upset at their loss with TT^TT on their monitors.

These bots had literally learned to act this way from the casino they worked in next door.

@Fairess@Daxam

Before she could get a word out, the fucking bastard put a stupid fucking rubber band around her wings. While he did that she acted almost like a bird when it got its wings clipped. She cried out and thrashed, her brows furrowed in annoyance. Even biting him with her small mouth but, as a robot, she had no need for teeth. Dangit. What a load of crap this was! Not to mention he cut her antenna, Jacobi had worked so hard on installing that on her when her old one broke! And now how was she supposed to get home?! UGH! What a freaking day!

When the jerk was done manhandling her, she took a stance in his open hand and stomped her foot, scowling and puffing her feet out in frustration.

"No one sent me, I was looking for piece of tin foil in the dump for my owners collection when that MUTT wagged its tail in my face and I got caught!!!"

It was one of the excuses Jacobi programmed into her if she got caught while spying for him. She attempted to hop and fly around to show how annoyed she was, but instead she fell over in his hand, grossly outweighed by the heavy rubber band on her small, light body. She landed on her butt unceremoniously and pouted, her small green colored lips making it absolutely adorable. But she was far from feeling cute. Her A.I. felt pissy as hell. Her tiny arms folded and she sneered at the Cyborgel.

"Why are you with a stupid obsolete machine anyways?" Her nose wrinkled up and it became clear that the pixiebot had a defined discrimination against the larger machines. Was that a hint of jealousy they could detect? She was still recording, but there was no way to visibly tell.

@Ruki

Mel then realized that this was a cyborgel... and he was.... omg he's so cute.
And in pain
and like... in the rain and stuff.

And cute....<3

Ugh! Okay, she totally had to get him out of here.

"T-Theres no dog here! Uh... Hold on... let me help you...!" She folded her totoro umbrella and quickly moved trash off of him, putting her bagel in her Vocaloid brand book bag. Hatsune Miku's chibi face looked shocked as ever but, ugh, whatever, totally not important right now. God I'm such Weeaboo trash, Mel thought to herself. She moved quickly to move all the things on top of the cute cyborgel off. However, she wasn't prepared to find him... naked.

Boxer shorts. Siiiick.

She took a photo on her phone and put it away.

Thinking fast, I mean, guys totally can't walk around naked, he had to have SOME clothing on right? Well, She wouldn't mind it if he stayed nekkid b-get it together you dunce. She shook her head, blushing a little and rifled through her back. After much wiggling, she managed to get some japanese samurai cosplay bottoms onto his limp legs. Good thing she'd just come from the cosplay cafe.

God it's really starting to dawn on her just how much of a problem she has.

She kneels down and puts his arm around her neck, pulling him up with much grunting. Mel opens up her umbrella. Now... she could get to her apartment through the back way and no one would ask questions, right...? Yeah sounds legit.

"Uh... hang in there buddy. I watched a youtube vid once on how to repair cyborgels. I'm sure its totes accurate you know?" She hoped so, anyways. She slowly began walking, leaning him heavilly against her.

@NuttsnBolts

The young man with the headset scowled as he looked down at his clipboard.

"Aight baby you're the cute face of today's presentation. Now all ya gotta do is walk up to the stage and pull the curtain off the thingy when the signal is given. Just be sure to check in with ya' boss before we get started alright?" He looked up at her in expectancy of an answer, however a yell on the other side of the press conference set up drew more attention.

"What do you mean, breaking news?! THIS is the breaking news!!!" The female reporter seemed to shriek at her agents, furious to have her spotlight stolen.

"Sorry hun, but seriously this police chase is all over the place, ain't no way we can get a feed on the station as it is. We just gotta wait it out."

The reporter continued to let her frustration be known, but it was true. Up on the big screen of the square, a chase on a hoverbike was now drawing attention...

@pure493@PaulHaynek

"KEEP GOING...!"

It was so weird... how these commands came out of her so easily. She briefly wondered why... but now it was just time to let that instinct take control. She held tight to Ethan, her one arm extended to keep the Russian flying behind them. She almost lost focus when the mechanic had hit something, but she regained herself.

Behind them sirens wailed, police hover cars sped after them. The red and blue lights flashed and the unmistakable sound of the siren blared. The rain had come to a drizzle at this point but it was still plenty to work on. However, the anomoly of how she held the Russian in the water is what drew the most attention.

Up above, already a helicopter from a news station was capturing this footage live, and it was being shown on all screens turned to the station. Lee looked up at it and, scowling, she stood up on the back of the bike, turning around to face the situation at hand. Her knees were buckled, and her eyes narrowed. Her hand was getting ready to do.... something. Her green short hair whipped around her face as she looked up at the helicopter. At the same time, with the fog and rain whipping her skin, and the wind ready to rip them off the bike at any moment, this was going to be risky.

Razielle peers out into the hallway, looking at all of the robots in this little casino. She raises her eyebrows and looks around. This robots adapted fast. They were AI! She watches the games for a few moments, noticing the couple litter bots from earlier that had run into the room that she was in before. She smiles at the dancing litter bots. She backs up slowly, hoping that none of the robots notice her before she disappears back into the place. She then hurries back to the window, looking out at the casino. It is possible that there is someone there who could explain to her what is going on and who would not rat her out. If she could find someone drunk enough, then they could tell her what was going on without even knowing what she is!

She notices that it is not really raining anymore and she hurries down the steps, making sure to cover every inch of her mechanical parts as much as she can. She hurries out into the street, cringing and jolting a bit as the rain gets into her gears and wires. She hurries to the casino, going under the overhang that stood over the doors. She keeps her head low, pulling her hood up around her face as she walks into the casino. Jazz music pounds into her ears and she jolts again with a malfunction from the rain. Hopefully no one noticed. She walks further into the casino and stares in awe. She has never been inside one before and immediately she does not like it. The smell of smoke is thick in the air and she can't stand it. Though she now is half mechanical, she still has her senses.

She looks around the casino floor, looking for a bar area of some kind for her to go towards so she could talk to someone, but she keeps getting shoved around. Suddenly, she gets shoved directly into a blackjack table and stumbles into the seat. Luckily her hood does not fall back but now everyone at the table thinks that she will be joining them. She raises an eyebrow and swallows hard, looking away from the table. She does not have any money. At least she doesn't think she does. She looks around helplessly, curious as what to do in this situation.

Instead of getting angry, Zac simply let the small robot rant on his hand, acting like a parent with a misbehaving child. Just let her get it all out of her system, he says to himself. Helps no one to get angry.

When the pixiebot finally finished, now pouting on his hand, Zac sighs...then smiles. "Listen," he says, "I'm sorry I clipped your antenna and tied your wings together. But, you have to understand where I'm coming from. Even though I have no idea why someone would wanna spy on me or my friend, I can't very well let you go off to report whatever findings you might have. So, let's make a deal."

Picking the wire cutters back up, he then says, showing some of the ruthlessness that came with his training, "Tell me who sent you and why, I'll cut the rubber band off. If you don't, I'll still cut the rubber band off...but a good portion of your wings might end up coming off, too."

There was many things Liron wanted to ask the odd human female. First and foremost was why she had a pair of pants simply around with her. While Liron wasn't the most knowledgeable about humans outside of his duties at the station and those who he met on calls, he felt pretty positive carrying around a spare pair of trousers was not something one normally did. Especially since they weren't any sort that Liron had seen before - as she was helping them on him, he couldn't help but notice they were anything but practical.

The second question was slightly more personal than the first, and that was why she took a photo of him. Surely he wasn't such a rare thing that photographic evidence was needed for - especially since she seemed intent on taking her with him instead of returning him to the station. Well, not that he had his normal attire to mark him where to return if he was lost.

"While your help is much appreciated, I'm not sure if kittens or babies are qualified mechanics," Liron said finally, leaning on the girl as one would like a crutch. While one leg was no doubt broken - it was twisted and felt like it was on fire - he had another good leg to use. "I am part of Fire Engine Hose 998, although any fire department in the city would be equally pragmatic."

He had seen YouTube videos before - his coworkers were constantly showing each other or watching them on their phone when they thought nobody was watching. Over the years, Liron couldn't help but wonder what the draw or practicality was for a website that showed cats and small humans.

"What do you mean, breaking news?! THIS is the breaking news!!!"

Lexie looked over to see a reporter screaming at some of the other workers telling them to get back into position and explaining why her story wasn't on the network, instead there was this heavily broadcasted police chase that seemed to be taking up all the real estate. Images of a hover-bike speeding and weaving within the traffic could be seen, all with this unusual trailer of water containing some poor innocent victim.

"Breaking news, we are just following a pursuit on the Cross City Motorway and we are crossing over to Matthew in the Channel 7 News Helicopter. Matthew what can you see?"

"Thank you. Well as you all can see we are following this Hover-bike that has already caused serious damage to another vehicle after it's magnetic trailer broke off, hit a wall and crashed into an unsuspecting driver. Fortunately the driver is free of injury and medical personal have arrived at the scene, but this a rather unusual chase..."
The camera zoomed in onto the people involved in order to give the public the best viewing experience.
"...There seems to be three personnel involved with one looks like it's a prisoner within a ball of water and another almost like a..."

"...cyborgel," The words came out of Lexie's mouth as she instantly recognised to body structure of the female, "They were supposed to be decommissioned... and this one is using powers?"

Looking out towards the horizon Lexie could see the approximate area where this chaos was taking place due to the high concentration of aerial units. At that same moment the rain stopped as though it was being sucked into a concentrated mass around the helicopters. She looked up to see the clouds were still positioned above but the rain wasn't being produced, and as she bought her eyes back to examine the people around her she noticed her boss, Mr Kagome, over to the side talking to one of the other employees.

Lexie's temperature began to rise as she stormed over towards her boss. He looked up to see his female secretary raise both hands in the air, eyes beginning to show signs of green and shout in the most obnoxious way, "BUJI!!!! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!?!"

"SHIIIITTTT," Ethan screamed as he swerved left to avoid an incoming hovercar.

"Fuck, I swore. I mean-. Damn it!" he thought as he swrved right onto a street. The cops were right behind him, he didn't have to look with the number of airborne hovercopters around him.

"I could just stop and let the cops take me. Then again, I would probably get killed by the obviously dysnfuctional robot on my back right now," he thought.

He could feel her single arm wrapped tightly around him, almost to the point of suffocation. His face slightly blushed at the sensation.

"God, do I really miss the company of woman so much?" he thought shaking his head. "And why did today be the day I get landed with a psychotic cyborgel and one of those lunatic rebels.

As he turned his focus back toward the road he realized that the road had ended and he was going full speed ahead to a brick wall.

"Oh sh-!" he screamed and pushed hard on the brake. The deceleration caused the bottom of the hoverbike to lift up but it was too late.

The bike hit the wall and shattered through it. Pieces of brick and dust flew everywhere. He heard screaming as he felt himself be launched free and crash into a table.

"Afhg," he muffled as he slammed down and onto the ground. He landed face up. Dizzy and disoriented he saw coins, cards, and chips flutter down around him.

@pure493

Razielle jumps back from the table as a motorcycle suddenly comes slamming in through the wall. It connects directly with the table in front of her. She sees a man lying on the ground in front of her. Luckily he hadn't knocked her hood off or anything else that was covering her mechanical parts. As the dusts settles along with the rest of the chips and cards, she sees the young man groaning and looking up at her. She raises an eyebrow and walks carefully forward as the others back up and run for security.

She makes sure that she is not hurt herself. She has a few pieces of wall on her hood and in her gloves. She quickly shakes herself, knocking off all of the shrapnel that is on her head and in her glove. She brushes the dust that has fallen on her clothes and it descends to the floor. She shakes herself again and a cloud of dust appears around her. She steps through it and approaches the young man lying on the table.

She hears the sirens in the distance, but she does not realize it's the cops. Instead, she walks forward and looks down at this guy. This is the closest she has ever been to a human. She kneels down on the ground next to him and, carefully, makes her x-ray eyes pop out in front of her eye. She examines his body, but she does not see anything that is troubling. She looks at him and asks in her quiet voice, "Are you alright, sir?"

@ScarlettWaters16@pure493

Just as the hoverbike lifted to try to prevent the crash, the cyborgel girl used the momentum to leap off. The water which had been carrying the Russian was dropped and her surprisingly light body was flung at great speeds into the air. The water she had been using flung her further upwards, giving the illusion she had jumped a great distance... right into the open space of the helicopter capturing the live feed for the breaking news.

The cameraman and reporter gasped, the live footage playing on all available screens turned to the station. Lee's body wobbled as the Helicopter struggled to regain it's composure. Though the reporter was shrinking back in uncertain fear and the pilot could be heard in the background trying to ask what the hell was happening, she gave no mind. She grabbed the lens of the camera, jerking it down so she can look closer at it. Her eyes flicked back and forth as she tried to assess what it was, her green irises mimicking her movement on all the screens. Then her face hardened into a stony gaze. She began to speak.

"Vos habere potuit in salutem. Habebis ignis.I am awake."

@NuttsnBolts

"I am awake."

To any demon or creature of the supernatural, the translation of what the cyborgel had said came easily.

"You could have had salvation.

Now you will have fire."

After what was said, the green haired girl leapt back and fell backwards out of the helicopter. The baffled reporter and cameraman gasped, and leaned over the edge of the helicopter on the screen to watch the cyborgel soften her landing with the torrent of water she still had in her control, and run into a casino where the wall had fallen due to the the crash. After she went in nothing could be seen.

[Tentative NPC unlocked, Mr. Kagome]
Mr. Kagome's eyes were locked on the screen. It couldn't be. It was impossible.... then he heard his employee screaming at him. However, as his eyes dropped to her, he didn't know how to open his mouth. What did this mean... What did this mean...?!? He closed his eyes and breathed deeply. When he opened them, an orange hue overtook the shine of his eyes and he went to meet her.

"Shut up." He hissed under his breath as he put an arm around her and ushered her forcefully around the presentation area, hidden by the sheet upholding what the conference had been set up for. He whirled around to face her, half growling and half whispering. "I have no fucking clue what is going on. But this is bad." Understatement of the year. 20 years of enslaving angels. The checkmate of the deity they served. Now it was questionable. "It's one cyborgel but it's enough. The big man though... I wonder what he's going to do." He pulled back in thought. He of course referred to the CEO of all of Desium Corp... whom was coming to present what was to be done today. He shook his head and looked back at her, the orange in his eyes dying down. "After today it won't matter anyways."

@Ruki

Unf. Nice voice too.

"Nah nah nah, youtube's got lotsa stuff. I know what I'm doing. Mostly." She was lucky to live where she did, in a sort of deserted alley she grunted as she heaved him up the stairs, a bit surprised by the weight. After much work, she was finally able to get all the way up and unlock her apartment from the outside to go in. At last, out of the rain which had stopped anyway for some reason and into the warm.

Her TV was on, some news channel going over some breaking news was playing. It was an old style, set in a perfect sqaure. Everything about this room screamed her love for japanese culture. From the poster with half naked men in a pool to her print of a girl in a sailor uniform and obnoxiously long pigtails titled in sparkly font "Sailor Swoon" it would probably come to her guests sense that he certainly wasn't in Kansas anymore. She set him down on her futon bed and rushed to the bathroom to find her first aid kit.

Near her bed numerous paintings hung on the walls, fading from a weeaboo style of decor to a messy artists room. All unique; some landscapes, some anatomy studies, one in particular a beautiful seascape with the faded image of a crying woman in the corner was artistically well done. Something poking his backside would be found to be a set of brushes and waacom pen. Nearby her laptop lay open with the tablet nearby to portray an unfinished drawing.

In the background, the tv showed the face of a cyborgel speaking latin with the final words being; "I am awake."

@Daxam@Fairess

"eep...!"

The pixiebot had lost. Her wings drooped down in sadness at her defeat and she curled her feet up against her. Her arms folded, but she spoke clearly and without anger.

"Noire," Mareesa sighed, her wings twitching sadly. "Detective Jacobi Noire sent me. As for why---"

Her senses were fired up and she stood up straight. Her eyes widened suddenly, and from them a hologram was being projected to display breaking news, something Jacobi had made sure she do so he could keep up with the current crimes. However, without her antenna, the footage was only coming in in the form of static, with only a few things showing through screen-cap like images. The would be able to catch certain things in the audio, which was also very dicey.

"....Cross City Motorway... "
"...hit a wall...."
"...within a ball of water..."

Green eyes shined onto them through the static.
""Vos habere potuit in salutem. Habebis ignis.I am awake."

And then the feed was cut. The pixiebot slumped over, whining. "Ow ow ow ow!! That hurt without my antenna!"