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[color=lightskyblue]"Layer of frost? How am I supposed to frost these guys when I can't get close without getting shot, and my snowballs cost as much to produce as they're worth..."[/color] Calvin looked around the stadium. Aha! He noticed, halfway across the stadium, a fire alarm. He created a path of ice in front of him, which he slid along.

[color=lightskyblue]"Cmon!"[/color] He called at Yen as he slid past dozens of robots. A giant one that looked like something out of Mechwarrior stepped in his way, and turned to look right at him. Thinking fast, he dropped as he slid right between it's legs, touching both of them to paint them for Yen to see. As his trail of ice melted to a halt, Calvin curled back onto his feet, crouching. Once he reached the end, he hopped and flailed through the air, right as he landed next to the fire alarm. He effortlessly shattered the glass (though he probably should have used the tiny mallet hooked to it) with his bare hand, pulling the alarm. Sprinklers all around the system activated, dousing robots and people all across it. Calvin pinched a small hole in the pipe attaching to the wall, that he saw connect to the sprinkler systems above. He then gently touched his finger against the hole, not only preventing water from spraying out the hole he created, but also lacing all the water that rushed out the sprinklers with low levels of his ki. Not enough to cause harm to the robots, but enough for Ki to vividly see the area around them.

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Hank's rage against the machines continued. By the time, he had killed nearly 30 robots. But those still weren't enough. It took a firm voice from behind Hank to snap him out of his rage.

"Freeze!"

Two cops had pointed guns at Hank from behind. He grunted.

[color=FireBrick]"Cmon guys... Don't you have like, a hundred robots to deal with?"[/color]

"We're not dumb enough to square off against them. But we're smart enough to know that just one Nomad is enough for a reward. Drop your weapon, and come with u--"

Both cops were shot by a single robot that had snuck up behind them. It aimed it's gun at hank, who improvised by throwing his Cleaverblade right in it's head. The robot fell to the ground. Hank retrieved his Cleaverblade, and ran towards the exit. Looking outside the glass doors, however, he saw an entire garrison of police officers had been placed. They likely wouldn't even bother going in there; It was a slaughterhouse. They'd just leave it up to dozens of Nomads to take care of the mess, then come in and escort people out. But if Hank, a wanted criminal went out there, they'd likely recognize him and shoot him on sight! He shouldn've known better than to hunt down the Chupacabra... In a wildlife reserve... With a dozen endangered Golden Bengals... Hank ran into the bathroom, and hopped out the window instead. He sneaked away from the police, as best someone with his gear could. Once he was a good distance away from the Stadium, he just returned to walking casually. 

Alright, since shit was going down in Rio, it was time to bail. Honestly, he thought something like this would've happened at a fighting tournament with so many powerful Nomads. His best bet was to hop on a bus outta town. He saw one, with nobody around it. Hank casually sat down, waiting for the bus to come. He atleast managed to pocket enough change before his stand blew up.

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Ivory sat upright at a mahogany table, in a featureless box room. A man in a black suit wearing sunglasses walked in, and sat opposite from her. 

"Good afternoon, miss Ivory. I take it you're doing well?"

[color=RosyBrown]"Yes. Thank you for asking."[/color]

"Good to hear that. Have you been told yet?"

[color=RosyBrown]"I have not received any extraordinary information, no."[/color]

The man opened his suitcase. "Well then. I guess I'll tell you. Our latest "toy", SYM-04, has gone AWOL."

[color=RosyBrown]"And you wish for me to find him?"[/color]

"Well... Not yet, anyway. You're just filling in his position."

[color=RosyBrown]"Position?"[/color]

"Yes. He was reserved to be a field model, but... Now that he's gone... For the time being, you have the option to... "fill in" for him, you get what I mean?"

[color=RosyBrown]"You are going to kill him."[/color]

"Eh... Yes... We're... gonna deal with him in time... Anyway, if you're interested in... getting more sunlight, you know, you can."

[color=RosyBrown]"Thank you very much. I accept your offer."[/color]

"Great! I'll let 'em know. You can head back to your room now, we'll let you know when you're on your first actual field assignment. You excited?"

[color=RosyBrown]"I am overjoyed."[/color]

"Um... Yeah... I'll keep in touch."

The man left the room. Ivory sighed as she stood up and left out the same door. She had returned to her quarters, very upkept and orderly. She knelt down in front of a tall shelf, with dozens of books lined up. She searched for the book she was currently reading; Which was absent from it's spot. Suddenly, she felt a presence behind her, and sighed in mild disgruntlement. 

[color=RosyBrown]"Yes, Haunt?"[/color]

She stood up and turned around. Haunt was present, an extremely tall and slender figure, with one diamond-shaped eye that stared directly at what would have been her face. In one of it's long arms, it's clawed hand held her book out to her. She took it from her.

[color=RosyBrown]"Thank you, Haunt. Now return to your chamber before the guards see you've escaped."[/color]

Haunt tilted her head.

[color=RosyBrown]"Yes... That [i]is[/i] a command.[/color]

Her face glew orange for a moment, as did Haunt's eye. Haunt turned invisible, and Regalia heard it clamber back up the vent it crawled through.

Ivory sighed, and returned to her armchair. She pressed a button of a radio on the table next to it, and it started to play calming, ocean sounds. Regalia opened the copy of [i]Frankenstein[/i], and continued where she left off.