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[b][color=f57f97]Location:[/color][/b] Paradox Engine's Control Center
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While everyone else had gotten used to oddball characters popping into existence around them, Giovanni was notable because of how utterly pathetic his entrance was.

He appeared hunched over the ground in a fetal position with his eyes screwed shut. Over his bright yellow uniform were twigs, bits of grass, chunks of moss, all sorts of forest-y gunk. A crude stick-skirt held together by flower stems hung at his waist, his face was speckled with mud, and he was holding a whole chunk of bush over his head.

[color=f57f97]"Is it gone?"[/color] He said in a hushed, hurried tone. [color=f57f97]"It was a car, right?... Car Crash? Fred? Ah, ahh! A snatch job!"[/color] Thoroughly convinced of an attack against him, the shrubified man sprung to his feet, whooping and yelling while brandishing a wooden baseball bat with a kitchen knife taped to it. [color=f57f97]"You won't take ME so easy, you--!"[/color]

Giovanni's bloodlust faded away pretty quickly once he saw his actual circumstances. Instead of cops, Banzai Blasters, or bounty hunters, he was surrounded by a bunch of kids, an old man, and a guy with some [i]killer[/i] fashion sense. Granted, that didn't mean they [i]weren't[/i] there to beat him up, but it was enough to stop him from whacking anyone.

[color=f57f97]"...this isn't the forest,"[/color] he expertly surmised. [color=f57f97]"Whah, where the heck am I? Who're all of you? What did you do with Fred?!"[/color]

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[b][color=984DC6]Location:[/color][/b] Simulated Universe 1 - Open Field[/center]

Shadow Moth took a moment to dust himself off before proceeding. Even with his focus this machine managed to land a decent blow. If there were any doubts left that he was dealing with anything he was used to, they were rectified. Still, he couldn't help but act smug towards the Techadon's capture. He strode closer, his sentimonster keeping it in place, and gripped his sword still lodged in its arm. [color=984dc6]"Consider this an even trade."[/color] Shadow Moth yanked his sword free in a single move and slid it back into its cane.

Before he could decide on what to do with the thing, the second missile came down upon them. Shadow Moth braced himself this time, though it didn't help against this bigger, stronger variant. He flew backwards, skidding further along the ground than last time, and his taken-over Techadon fared much worse, landing right on its back beside him. Luckily, Static Cling was made to take a beating. Luckier still, behind beneath the Techadon it jockeyed protected it against the volley of laser fire from their new foe. Shadow Moth had a tougher time, putting his full concentration in avoiding the attack.

[color=984dc6]"Static Cling!"[/color] Shadow Moth called for his sentimonster, spurring it to action. Even though the thing it was attached to looked worse for wear, Static Cling was still able to control its limbs, perhaps even easier now that part of its processors had been shelled. It rose and charged the larger Techadon, closing the distance as fast as its mechanical legs could, preparing a beat-down on it... with any luck, testing the waters in what else it was capable of with a dispensable puppet.