[center][h1]Quarry, Carnate Island[/h1][/center]
[@Conibear]
The wriggling bodies reacted to Koizumi Mizuki's entrance with animalistic fear. What little of their bodies that remained aboveground swiftly shot back under, and the entire collection of burrowing monsters scattered in all directions. 

From high up on the lip of the quarry came a high-pitched, plaintiff cry.
[color=cyan]"D'oooooh! You scared them away!"[/color]

A soft beeping sound began to echo across the canyon. Alarmingly red LEDs attached to ominous black packages scattered around the area blinked in unison. This was either a primitive movie set, or a startlingly shortsighted attempt at extermination.

[color=cyan]"Hey, trespasser,"[/color] the voice screeched. [color=cyan]"I know you're down there! This is [i]private property![/i] I'm gonna have to ask you to come up here and explain yourself!"[/color]

Wow. This wasn't the usual response to a multidimensional supercriminal being caught. This might be even easier than previously thought.

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[center][h3]Dunkelzahn Institute Observer Ship, Lagrange Point 2[/h3][/center]
[@Conibear], [@LordInquisitor]
Clacking claws and shelled digits flew across the specially-made control panel of the [i]DIS Popcorn Machine[/i], the Institute-managed ship currently observing Carnate Island. A single eye on a thick green stalk flicked nervously over a massive set of displays. Some of them depicted mundane thermographic, thaumographic, and noographic maps of the Earth, others were live camera feeds. At the moment, almost all of the feeds were taken directly from the battery of floating cameras aboard Carnate Island. The scientist aboard this vessel was not a big fan of horror and action movies, and his meta-molluscoid body quivered accordingly to the mildly ominous hallways and tense conversations being held there.

A flashing alert tore the scientist away from its horrified awe. Agents had come! A short readout scrolled across one of the screens, tacitly informing the scientist that one Koizumi Mizuki and one Future Trunks were responding to the distress call. Shuddering at the concept of having to [i]explain the situation[/i], the scientist tentatively attempted to open communications with the two agents.

[b][color=gray]"Ah, hhello?"[/color][/b] the scientist whimpered, its voice nasally and evidently intimidated by its own vocal chords. [b][color=gray]"I am GLAD you have ARRived so quickly! Pllease reSPOND as soon as you are able! I have imPORtant information about GHOSTS for YOU! Over!"[/color][/b]