As the downward descent continued Scrimshaw began to take measures in order to stop this propelling motion. Underneath the engines began to push a bit more energy forward as the robotic carapace began to slow and eventually stopped. Now Scrimshaw hovered a bit in the air watching as others, besides the ones the robotic disk could have ran into, began to make their leave. Surely the best course of action could potentially be leaving for its assigned room and understanding the quarters that were provided by this tournament's benefactor Seto Kaiba. However the bio-mechanical enhanced tortoise noticed a [i]Modern Day Apollo[/i] of a man. It was an unmistakable sight to be sure, those football shoulder pads were quite noticeable. If Scrimshaw recalled correctly that raw specimen of the potential of humanity was up a few more sections.

So Scrimshaw hovered and began its ascension to RIP ROCKBONE. It took some time to arrive and hover near the upper body levels of RIP ROCKBONE, but Scrimshaw had eventually completed the journey. The tortoise knew that it had to try to communicate with this veritable Adonis before settling in the proper hotel. For a multitude of seconds the disc just hovered near RIP ROCKBONE the engines made a bit of noise. Then all of a sudden there static hissing coming from the shell as Scrimshaw began its attempt to communicate.

"NUQENH." hissed out from the speakers as Scrimshaw quickly realized there was a problem with the language detection unit. The tortoise racked its mind for potential solutions; and hoped that RIP ROCKBONE would come to some sort of rational conclusion regarding this.