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[b][color=f57f97]Location:[/color] Paradox Engine's Control Center -> Testing Room[/b]
[b][color=f57f97]Mentions:[/color] [@XoXKieroBombXoX] & [@Dead Cruiser][/b]
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Realizing that this wasn't a stress-induced fantasy or a death-induced dying dream, Giovanni quickly flung off his makeshift ghillie suit and rubbed the dirt off of his face.

[color=f57f97]"Alright, Giovanni,"[/color] he said to himself, hunkered down in a private monologue, [color=f57f97]"you've read and wrote enough fanfiction to know what's going on here. Strange place you end up in with TV screens everywhere, an unconventional assortment of strangers of varying size and number of limbs, general queasiness... I either got abducted by aliens, kidnapped by a comic convention again, ooor it's just like one of my isekai animes!"[/color] Having successfully deduced his predicament in a relatively quiet voice, Giovanni turned on his heel to address the room, giving his a cap a little swish as he did. [color=f57f97]"Of course! A new life in a new world! It's the perfect backstory! And- ahah! A "testing" room? Yes, I [i]will[/i] be tested to prove that I deserve a place here!"[/color]

Ignoring most everyone and everything else happening - they were all [i]losers[/i] anyways - Giovanni dashed straight for the testing room right on the heels of Asta and Terra.[hr][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/l8YVYzX.png[/img]
[b][color=984DC6]Location:[/color][/b] Simulated Universe 1 - Open Field[/center]

Shadow Moth held back, allowing his allies to deal with the metallic menace themselves. His brashness had caused more than enough trouble already, and he wasn't eager to repeat that mistake. It was clear to him that his usual confidence wouldn't be as effective in this new, strange place than it would in Paris. If these robots were anything to go by then his foes were much too aggressive and adapting to take head on, not on his own. As bad a prospect entrusting this lot was, Gabriel didn't have much choice. For now, at least.

With the taken-over Techadon firmly pinned beneath its much larger counterpart, caught in the crossfire (and, the literal fire), Shadow Moth raised his hand, fingers primed to snap. Static Cling, still beneath it all, faded away in the same roiling clouds it appeared from and, with that solid snap, the feathery blue Amok popped from his cane. The color faded quickly, soon enough turning back into an ordinary feather which he folded back into his handfan.

Using these powers for defending himself... a prospect he hadn't truly considered until now. His tactics would need to change.