[b]Yui, At the Beach[/b]

Yui had started preparing, immediately after her arrival, for finishing off the Unicorn Dopant, which was already on its last legs. Step one: flip open the shield thing on her arm. Step two: pull out three Cell Medals. Swap with the Core Medals currently in the belt, as she didn't have any better to use. Step three: pull the trigger back, scan...

"Hawk! Peacock! Cheetah! Giga Scan!"

... and release the explosive, flaming--and, in this case, containing cutting wind, of all things--elemental blast-cum-punch straight at the dopant. Hopefully causing it to explode and its memory to break, though Yui didn't really know about that. She wasn't Double, would her finishers work?

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[b]Rain![/b]

"Imagin? I thought they looked more... armoured?" Rain wondered, doing the entirely sensible thing and ignoring the weird not-Moerin's treatment of Anno, because there were some things that were simply not worth contemplating. At all. In fact, they were excessively not worth contemplating, as some things didn't make the slightest bit of sense. Even if Anno was easy to tease, going this far made no sense... and she was so intent on ignoring the spanking that she forgot to decipher the inexplicable bout of Japanese.

The perverse creature drew Rain's attention to something far more important: the museum was cracking up. And not in the funny, laughing-really hard way, either.

And... she poked one, causing balls of fluff to form. Well, they didn't seem harmful but this was... confusing. It made no sense. This wouldn't be the first time she'd gotten reality and a dream muddled up until waking, though, so the white-haired girl decided to play along with things as if it was all perfectly natural. Anything other than admit that reality as she knew it had just gone on holiday.

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[b]Chris, with Raiko[/b]

"I might not have the most formal education ever, but I can speak half a dozen languages, and I have the brains to not eat random fruit I find lying in dusty cases," Chris countered, looking up at Raiko--and, at the same time, up her skirt. Really, that was just going to cause trouble if someone saw them, "Mind your head and hope it wears off or something."

With that, the martial artist resumed travelling between rooms in the name of her boss, searching for the indicated item... with Raiko in toe like a balloon, hand wrapped in a vice grip around her ankle. "Look for a red egg, please."

Her father had taught her to not rise to insults. Attacking in anger didn't end well for anyone concerned--and besides, why would someone's taking potshots at a source of pride like her physique bother her? She could find plenty worse about Raiko.