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[h3][b][color=ed1c24]B O N E S A W[/color][/b][/h3][/center]
[b]Location(s)[/b]: Paradox Engine, Simulated Universe #1 (Open Fields, Current Simulation: Unknown)
[b]Mentions[/b]: Driscoll [@Mintz], Cyrus [@Randomness], Shadow Moth [@TruthHurts22], Poison Ivy [@Crimson Flame], Ganon [@ActRaiserTheReturned], and Horus [@Dead Cruiser].
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Bonesaw's cherubic smile widened fractionally, as she finished her inventory check and set to observing the potential competition in this little pow-wow.

First came the man with greying hair, the old-timer looking like he hadn't smiled in years, but Bonesaw knew she could fix that up right-quick with a little song and some elbow grease. [color=ed1c24]"Love bug, [i]love hug[/i]~,"[/color] she sing-songed the tune of her favorite show, giggling under her breath. A moment later, her baby-blue eyes snapped to the immediately brandished Tinkertech ball that made her head buzz with excitement. The activation got her attention even more, as some form of spacial or dimensional manipulation was put on display... before the creature that came out of it almost stole her breath away.

A horned devil in the shape of a dog, or was it the reverse? Either way, it was only the little blonde's manual control of her facial muscles that prevented the longing from shining through her gaze. Ash-black fur accompanied a [i]spaded tail[/i] (she squealed internally) alongside a fiery-orange snout and underbelly. Bones or some other manner of calcium formation protruded prominently in a protective manner around the ankles and along the spine. Even from here, she could feel warm air drifting over, the air subtly distorting from the heat in a manner only those with enhanced vision might pick up this close. Drifting on that breeze also, her enhanced olfactory facilities detected a pungent scent, familiar and different all the same, the acrid scent of [i]poison[/i]. It was... It's... just...

[color=ed1c24][i]So [i]cute[/i] I could chop it right up~![/i][/color] The little blonde's eyes glimmered with interest, as she reluctantly tore her gaze away from the perfect little death puppy mascot she'd never known she wanted till she'd seen it. Her attention instead shifted to the funny man in the snappy suit, who looked one step away from going full Bond-villain.

His self-directed monologuing did little to dispel that image, and Bonesaw giggled at the adorable amount of fluster on display, the man clearly out of his element. A little thrill of additional amusement ran through her, as the silly little man finally realized he wasn't alone and tried to regather some semblance of his tattered composure and reputation. Baby-blue eyes flickering around towards her fellow abductees, Bonesaw grinned at the seemingly prevailing sentiment of bemusement and dismissal. For her part, she wasn't about to underestimate him so quickly. Silly and simple costumes were often silly because the person wearing them was powerful enough to get away with it.

Case and point, Bonesaw, herself, who to any unsuspecting victim might as well be a cherubic little personification of Alice from Wonderland. Her neat little apron, darling blue dress and immaculate golden curls belied the devilish creature wearing them. Jack Slash went around using a silly name because he thought it would be funny to make people fear something so benign, all while wearing simple pants and dress shirts, like your everyday working father out for a stroll with his darling daughter... [i]her[/i]!

Point being: she'd keep a stern eye out for opportunities here! Jack had taught her well, and if Suit Guy got ostracized by the others, well... Surely, he wouldn't mind a little company now and again... and a couple innocent questions. People like him sure liked to complain a lot, and it sounded like he had some [i]interesting[/i] stories to tell... what with apparent [i]time travel[/i] and all... In fact, at his question, she decided she might as well start now! Rocking on her heels playfully with her hands clasped behind her back, Bonesaw cooed out in her girlish, high voice, [color=ed1c24]"[i]Nnnope[/i]~! [i]Well[/i]~, there [i]was[/i] this silly lady with a fedora that I might have got on the bad side of..."[/color] She pondering in half-serious thought. [color=ed1c24]"She wore a real nice suit too! [i]Oh[/i], not as nice as yours, Mister Suit Man, but it didn't look cheap!"[/color] she chirped.

[color=ed1c24]"Hmmm?"[/color] The little girl's ears twitched at a familiar whine of protesting motors, as the armored Tinker finally straightened up to his full height. There was a rumble as an even bigger Tinker appeared some ways behind the first, but he wasn't her focus presently. Ever the opportunist, Bonesaw's baby-blue eyes briefly zeroed-in on the burn damage and a very distinctive crack across the otherwise unscathed helmet of the first Tinker's gunmetal-grey suit, a spot of damage she'd been unable to glimpse before he'd turned fully to glance over the rest of them. She grinned widely and waved. It seemed if it came down to it that her poison clouds were back on the menu!

The smaller Tinker dusted himself off then and then began rallying the troops! As she listened to him talk, Bonesaw's grin only continued to widen. That sly [i]dog[/i]! First, he claimed kinship with their troubles, which even seemed true! Then, he made a neat but [i]obvious[/i] observation that made him look more composed and attempted to subtly sever them all from their prior goals and ties, priming the table for an initial leadership play... which he took! His suggestion to introduce themselves was the first step. On one level, it might seem like just good manners that a Good Girl like her could always appreciate, but to the savvy, it also established him as the one leading the charge. And anyone who complied was following his suggestion and one step down from following another... and another... and then one more... and then all of them to come~! [i]Oh[/i], and then that stern little "[i]Sir[/i]" and [i]bow[/i] at the end was just a [i]delight[/i]; he was [i]goooood~[/i]!

Some people, however, were [i]much[/i] less polite! And both of them were gingers! [i]Coincidence[/i]? Bonesaw thought [i]not[/i]! All things considered seriously, they might have arrived too late to hear Mr. Driscoll's wonderful speech, but there was such a thing as basic manners! The pretty green lady was ignoring them altogether, but her abrupt display of chlorokinesis...? [i]Oh[/i], that was just fascinating enough for Bonesaw to forgive her the slight for now. [i]On the other hand[/i], however, there was the big man with the sword! So [i]rude[/i]!

[color=ed1c24]"[i]Hey[/i]!"[/color] Bonesaw piped up sharply, hands on her hips and a small indignant frown on her lips for once. [color=ed1c24]"Don't [i]swear[/i], Mister! That's [i]quite[/i] unnecessary!"[/color] She puffed out her cheeks, prepared to give him a proper what-for, when she felt a series of vibrations rumble through her feet.

Turning her attention away from the Rude Hairy Man, Bonesaw blinked owlishly at the titanic armored Tinker finally plodding his way over, his every footstep laying waste to the greenery that opposed it. To her discerning eye, his armor, gothic and bulky as it was, almost seemed overengineered, such was its size! Then again, unless she got around to digging inside it, she perhaps could better assume for her peace of mind that most of that bulk was actually protective and not the machinery required to move it, which would theoretically somewhat compensate for the size and unwieldiness of the whole thing. On a lesser but still important note, Bonesaw couldn't help but appreciate the lingering splatter of gore from the blood of this person's enemies that still littered the suit's frame, as his unclawed appendage rose to remove his helmet, revealing a fair poker face. The voice that issued forth from the man was delightfully fitting for a being his size, the kind she could practically feel rumbling in her chest, as he made some interesting claims. Only time would tell if that boasting would hold up, she decided, nodding amiably. [color=ed1c24]"Wonderful to meet you, Mister Lupercal!"[/color] she chirped, almost feeling like she had to speak louder to reach the big guy properly! [color=ed1c24]"Sorry to say, I don't have an answer for you!"[/color] She pouted briefly, putting her hands on her hips. [color=ed1c24]"The meanies dumped me here while I was sleeping! Imagine that! Does it get any ruder?"[/color]

The Snazzy Suit Man finally spoke up again, introducing himself as [i]just[/i] Shadow Moth, which looked like it meant he was actually intending to try and keep his secret identity intact during this whole shindig! Bonesaw's cheeks were practically hurting from how hard she was smiling at his naivete. So cute! So [i]nervous[/i]~! She giggled aloud at his talk of illusions however, before politely clearing her throat. [color=ed1c24]"Don't worry about this being a trick, Mister Shadow Moth! If there were any mind control going on, my berserker mode would be going off, and I promise we'd [i]all[/i] have much worse things to worry about."[/color] Honestly, how polite could he be, giving her the perfect segue to mention one of her most important defenses? Normally, it was the sort of thing that one should keep as a trump card, but she didn't particularly want to kill anyone here yet, except for that Cursing Redhead. The last thing any of them needed was her berserker mode dropping plagues and poisons on everyone before she'd had a chance to semi-immunize her favorites. Meanwhile, Mr. Shadow Moth's suggestion to get to searching for civilization immediately got an enthusiastic nod of agreement from her. The early bird catches the worm and all that~, and she [i]really[/i] needed to get to work reacquiring her best equipment. [color=ed1c24]"Sounds like a plan to me, Mr. Shadow Moth! I [i]am[/i] a bit inconveniently strapped for supplies!"[/color]

The old man with the bestest mascot ever finally took his own turn to introduce himself as Cyrus of Team Galactic! Fancy! What a big name... and bigger claims! Creating a universe? My, he certainly didn't think [i]small[/i], that was for sure! [color=ed1c24]"[i]Wowee[/i]~!"[/color] the little blonde piped up. [color=ed1c24]"We sure have got a lot of big-shots, huh!"[/color] Grinning, she pressed her lips together in a small smile. [color=ed1c24]"Well, you all sure [i]sound[/i] important anyway! I'm not really a leader of anything, so I feel a little left out!"[/color] She hummed, before snapping her fingers and grinning. [color=ed1c24]"[i]Oh[/i], I guess it's my turn now?"[/color]

Giggling aloud, Bonesaw's hands drew forward to take up the edges of her blue dress, as she gave a neat little curtsy, meeting their courtesy in kind. [color=ed1c24]"A pleasure to meet you, Mister Driscoll Sir, and the rest of you as well! What wonderful manners you have!"[/color] she bubbled with a winning grin. [color=ed1c24]"My name is Riley Grace Davis! It's true, I [i]haven't[/i] heard of any of you, unfortunately, but, admittedly, I also go by a name you probably don't know!"[/color] She smiled brightly, thrilled by the novelty of meeting a group of people who might actually not know her! [color=ed1c24]"If we're going to be playing together, then [i]proper[/i] introductions are in order."[/color] Her smile was broad and pearly-white. [color=ed1c24]"Hi, I'm Bonesaw, of the Slaughterhouse Nine!"[/color] What a polite and respectably devious person that Driscoll was; honestly, it was only right she respond the way a Good Girl should!