[h3][color=chartreuse]Fawful - Yellow Flag[/color][/h3]

Fawful spent some time mulling over the Russian woman's words. An extradimensional being taking people from different universes for their own amusement made perfect sense. He'd heard rumors of such things happening before, and truth be told, it's not far off from what he'd do with that kind of power... which raised an interesting point. Killing the viewer was a worthy goal, yes, but odds were about fifty-fifty that it'd actually send people back home, and there was another possibility that was so much more satisfying. Not for the first time, Fawful wondered how such large people could have such tiny ideas.

He'd be back later to look at her collected tech, and told her so before making his exit. There were other things he had to deal with first. He changed his cape into a [url=http://orig06.deviantart.net/b821/f/2009/334/6/b/fawful_disguise_by_kokinhokokeiro.gif]grey hooded cloak[/url] to draw less attention to himself as he walked down the dangerous streets of Roanpur. It was fury-inducing to have to start from the bottom again when conquest was well within his grasp, but it was soothed by the thought of the potential prize involved, like the milk of power undoing the spiciness of the chili of inconvenience. First though, he needed a base, somewhere secure where he could work without possibility of interruption or discovery - and he had a hunch on where something like that might be found. Next he needed some minions, at the least some dumb muscle to do the heavy lifting. Third...

"Eehyeehee!"

Fawful giggled to himself as he plotted and schemed, slipping easily into the shadows of Roanpur.
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[h3][color=darkorange]Wreck-Gar - Mahora[/color][/h3]
"Wait, donkeys are monkeys?" said Wreck-Gar, mildly confused by DK's introduction.

"I am Wreck-Gar the Autobot! I am a mecha from some Sentai team I haven't heard about? ...er, what's a sentai?" He was about to ask Nobuo more when something caught his eye.

Decepticons usually flew. Decepticons had a purple emblem. But - and this was the important part - [i]not everything that flew and was purple is a decepticon.[/i] After that one kid's birthday party, he'd learned to ask first.
All Twilight Sparkle would know is that the big orange robot stared at her for a minute before suddenly asking, "Hello, flying purple thing; are you a Decepticon?"
[@Shoryu]