[center][h1][color=#357302][b]Chatterbox[/b][/color][/h1][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KDztts8B0ac]Theme[/url][/center][hr]A single crisis averted only for another to reveal itself. Initially relieved, Chatterbox ceased his fleeing, only to realize that his various minions and thralls—some barely in his control, and others getting closer to being bonefide fans—were quite in danger.

[color=#357302][b]"Scatter!"[/b][/color] He yelled vigorously through comms to them, and the meaning in his voice—carried through the hall as well as to them via comms—had them getting as far away from the explosives as possible. Then shots went off and Headhunter contacted him. He narrowed his eyes. [color=#357302][b]"Thunderbolt, Whimsy, team-up and get closer to his point of entry!"[/b][/color] As he said it he utilized tapcode to notify some of his pawns to organize themselves at set intervals and attempt to tackle the tinker as he appeared. They had instructions to get off and away as swiftly as possible once they'd tackled him.

[color=#357302][b]"We're taking this bastard down,"[/b][/color] he uttered through gritted teeth. [color=#357302][b]"Hunter, be ready to line up a shot. Make the phrasing in your mind beforehand. I'll give the signal. You attach that thought process to the target as soon as they appear. Include avoidance measures for my thralls. Non-lethal if you must hit them."[/b][/color]

He waited, and then...as soon as the Doctor appeared he signalled, [color=#357302][b]"Now!"[/b][/color]

[hr][center][h1][color=#3068FF][b]Evelyn Chambers – [i]Tulpa[/i][/b][/color][/h1][/center][hr]
Letting out a breath as their maneuver turned out more or less successful, Evelyn found herself gritting her teeth and inhaling sharply as the feedback from her projection taking damage hit her. She shuddered and clutched at her head, but still the projection moved, unhindered by her distraction, its directives already in place. The aura had expanded around its body, crackling dangerously as it kept itself between the Wards and Protean.

The hole in its chest swirled and closed rapidly, arms collapsed into its body, only for four to reform in an instant. Evelyn managed a single command through her headache and as a result tar shot from where the hole in its chest had once been, firing at Mastar.

[color=#3068FF][b]"Catch!"[/b][/color] Evelyn managed through comms even as her head throbbed. She'd lost count of her projection's timer as well. Luckily it hadn't been active anywhere near five minutes just yet. This in mind she urged it to act, anger and pain egging it on as it took a step forwards with clawed feet digging into the ground before it suddenly dropped to all six limbs and its aura violently burned and chewed away at the ground before snapping back inwards. It expanded somewhat, then loped forwards, taking the rough form of something lupine, though with less of a head, whereas it also had six limbs and sharp barbs instead of fur bristling across its body.

[color=#3068FF][b]"Messiah, hit it!"[/b][/color] The projection kept its pace at Protean, making sure that two of three of its limbs—at all times—had claws dug into the floor. It would be much harder to blow away this time. If it got on Protean it would expand—rapidly—and then attempt to envelop him.

Around this time, the shots from Tiger Lily would go off and the confoam grenade would likely erupt nearby. Perhaps the projection and foam together would contain the traitor.