[@shylarah]"Of course..." Victor muttered, suddenly lifting his head up as he halted what he was doing. He tossed the circuit aside and began furiously tapping code onto his holoscreen. The equations and code began to form a three-dimensional model of a quantum processor. It was an sphere spiderwebbed with neurofilaments and tiny little components that Victor simply called "brains". 

If I take the processors I already made and make them small enough to put into a quantum core, I can link them all together with neurofilaments and let the quantum core run them all simultaneously!" He exclaimed, pressing an activation key that brought his printer to life. The printer was a three dimensional printing device the size of a moving truck that could synthesize any element or molecule on the database and construct an item created in Victor's ultracomputer. It roared with moving parts and the rearranging of atoms into molecules and so on. After a few minutes, a conveyer belt brought out the finished product. The sphere was about the size of a grape and glowed with a soft, blue-white light. 

Victor carefully plucked it from the conveyer and held it up. "Maybe you're smarter than I thought, kid." He said, turning back toward his station. 

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Tsitua held back, but the word 'magic' was still amusing to him. It gave the idea of their abilities a mystical air. The science of it was measurable though, Magic was an inaccurate term. He let her use it though. Ket had made fun of his word once, and he didn't want to be that guy. "We'll see about that." He said, standing and offering her a hand up. 

He led her to the room across the passageway, peeling his shirt off and tossing it aside. This room was obviously a fighting gym. It had everything needed to train in hand-to-hand combat, as well as melee weapons. 

He took some gloves from a tub-full  and strapped them on. As he did, Mae stepped out of a dressing room in training clothes one would see on earth. She was obviously Lya's identical twin sister, but her hair was naturally scarlet red. She had a horizontal scar that crossed the bridge of her nose and tapered off at her left cheek bone. She had the name 'Eric' tattooed on the left side of her neck, and a character from the demonic language on her left shoulder. The character was not unlike the Japanese character meaning 'fire', but it was crossed like a capitol T and only had one of the two lines in the Japanese one. The biggest difference between her and her sister, however, was that her left arm was a bioflex prosthetic. The bioflex was designed to match the user's anatomy, using insanely durable, yet flexible metal for the skeleton, and a rubber-like material for the muscular structure. Hers was plated with a skin-toned shell that matched her complexion. 

Mae handed Amuné a set of clothes for exercise and nodded, "Go ahead and get dressed. We'll have a little fun." She said with a smirk. 

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Orion's brow furrowed and he gave Cera an appalled look. "That's not an option. If we wait for something to happen, more people could die. I saw Queen. She was not herself. She was power-drunk. And something was off about Wolf too. Like he knew all of my attacks were coming. I hit nothing but air, even though I'm ten times faster." He said, standing and going to the window. He was checking to make sure there wasn't smoke in the air from something they may have potentially destroyed. He wouldn't put it past them at that point. 

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Wolf stepped into the Upstairs with a purposeful stride. He was cloaked, but it was evident that he was heavily muscled benead that blood-stained garment. His ghoul eyes peered over top a stainless steel half-mask shaped like a wolf's muzzle bearing teeth. Choppy white hair rested on his head in a short cut just above his eyes and off his ears and neck. His skin was pale, even for a ghoul, but that was likely due to the fact that he had never been seen in the day time. It was always between Dusk and early morning. 

"Tell me.." he said, his voice more like a growl than a human tone as he closed distance between himself and Bart, "where is Blankface?" His eyes were casual, but the looming threat was clear to everyone in the room. His very presence was an expression of danger. 

As he waited for an answer, a rinkaku began to poke out from under his cloak. The smooth, almost fluid organ was a rich, bright red with a secondarily reflected shade of royal blue. It seemed to change color as it moved, much like two toned car paint. He manipulated it into a three-fingered claw beneath his cloak. When he got his answer, he would cut off the loose ends. This city would belong to queen.