[color=chartreuse][b]Fawful - Yellow Flag[/b][/color]

One of the advantages of Fawful's cape was that nobody could tell what your hands were doing. Fawful had drawn his blaster, preparing to blow the Overlord's head off if he tried anything. And then suddenly, everybody else seemed to have the same idea. he didn't recognize exactly what they were holding, but they were clearly weapons, weapons that he'd like to get a good look at at some point. Silently holstering his blaster and adding Overlord to his List of People to Humiliate and Destroy When I Have Power (it was a very long list), Fawful sidled away from the Overlord, muttering, "For a clarity, I am not with this guy," to the woman in the coat.

Fawful hadn't heard of "hell," but the human with the [url=http://www.mariowiki.com/images/thumb/f/f2/Cackletta.png/300px-Cackletta.png]oddly familiar hairstyle[/url] apparantly had, and this wasn't it. Now, how to get actual information out of her... It would be better if he'd had more of an idea of who she was; he'd just have to go on what could be assumed from the situation.

He stepped forward and spoke.

"[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yCd7XMkudfg]I am thinking yes, there is, but also perhaps verse vice-a?[/url] I am wishing to know where I am, and how to be getting back. But you are not looking like a kind of lady who is giving something for nothing, like the foolish salesman who is soon using a house of cardboard and sadness. No, you are looking like a kind of lady who holds the chains to many chomps, yes? One who is weilding authority in a chaos, with a muchness of minions, and weapons - always in need of a repairing, so fragile! Perhaps even vehicles? So much money and time for maintenence! Such hassling!"

He sighed and shrugged in a "what can you do?" kind of way, then snapped his fingers and grinned even wider, if such a thing were possible

"But! You are having luck on this day! For you have encountered the great Fawful, top genius of mechanicals! I have chortles, and also should you, for both problems have solution now. I am here, offering to you my services for engineering, in exchange for the tasty morsels of information I am seeking for," he concluded, giving a small bow.
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[color=DarkOrange][b]Mahora[/b][/color]

"Hmmm..."

The bigger you are, the harder you fall. If you're big enough, you can fall hard enough to actually lodge yourself pretty far into the ground. If you're the size of, say.... a garbage truck, to pull an example completely at random, you could even end up completely buried with nothing but a large mound of disturbed earth showing up above ground.

It might even look like that mound that was directly next to the group heading for the train cars. And was now rumbling.

With an unusual mechanical sound, the mound erupted, revealing a tall, orange, confused-looking robot. He climbed out of the ditch he'd been buried in and looked around, brushing himself off.

"Hmmmm...."

He reached into the large metallic container attached to his back and pulled out a filthy old mop, a ratty looking baseball cap, and a wad of paper which he unfolded into an road map of Ohio from 1967. Holding it upside down, he glanced between it and the surrounding landscape, tryign to find the "you are here" mark.

"Hmmmmm..... Aha!" he shouted in triumph. "I'm completely lost!"

Seemingly satisfied with this result, he shoved the map back where it came from and looked down, noticing the others for the first time.

"Hello, I am Wreck-Gar!"