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> > "And the only way you can get there is from those two direction? Great, lets get our flag and commandeer that security office." > > "You do know that the security office is going to be full of security people right?" Roxy asked not bothering to move. "You also realize that its weird to talk to a cat and a giant shirmp?" Shemp stops when he see's the Roxy has fallen behind. "Vlad's broadcasted his instructions, and his instruction is to plant our flag in the facility somewhere. He didn't say we couldn't plant it in the most secure room in the building. Hell, I don't even have to be in there with it. I could hand it off and then stand in front of the door. We get a place where Zain and them pretty much have to brute force their way past me, the guards get a front row seat to a monster fight. To me, that's a win/win."

> > "Hey Roxy, where's the security office?" Shemp asks as he follows the Dirty Deeds colored Oliver as he hops from....something to something on their way to the gym. > > "On the floor below us. Towards the middle of the facility. The elevator will take you to it. If you take the stairs you just have to go down the Hall but its almost a straight shot." Roxy answered. "And the only way you can get there is from those two direction? Great, lets get our flag and commandeer that security office."

"Hey Roxy, where's the security office?" Shemp asks as he follows the Dirty Deeds colored Oliver as he hops from....something to something on their way to the gym.

Sitting in his little corner of the courtyard, Johann set himself down for some intense training. As he flicked his parrying dagger quietly in the corner, the notes of a well tuned guitar began to spill forth from them. He could replicate a few instruments with his dagger. Drawing the blade through the air in steady motions from side to side could replicate a violin nicely. Raising and lowering the blade produced different pitches. Adding a flick to the motion recreated the sound of a string being plucked. He got the most precision when playing a single instrument, but even if he finished the motion the "sound" would continue to sustain itself at the same rhythm, at least for several seconds. This was important. As the guitar continued to be plucked he turned his attention away from it, bringing down the dagger, flat side, on the air beside him. From that spot a drum played. You should probably start with a baseline first for a normal song, but percussion was easier than strings so it was best to leave it until after the others were up and running. All it took was a flat side strike, or several, to start it up, the power in the strike determining the type of percussion. He'd sat up one night after discovering this, hitting the air at varying strengths to get as many sound as possible. The only hard part was remembering which was which. At that point it was more or less a game of spinning plates, renewing a motion every few seconds when an instrument began to falter, adding variations to the movement to change up the sound so it wasn't just one note played over and over again. Soon he had a nice little tune going as he tuned everything out. But this wasn't enough. At this point he was only good enough to spin two plates, and Johann had his sights set on more. He wanted to be an orchestra.

I want to believe that the cadre of guards assigned to Shemp installed a bunch of basketball hoops in the hallway over breakfast. Jokes on them though, he can't really see them.

Are we secretly on a space station?

Then, like, I guess maybe there are monkey bars installed in the corridors? What does "on top of the ceiling" mean?

Wait, so have we made it to some sort of capture the flag arena? What's that look like?

"It tells you that she can't regulate her internal body temperature. If you mix it up with her she's going to get faster as the fight goes on as her body heats up from the exertion, but she also can't sweat. She has to rely on the environment to get rid of the excess, so if you keep pushing her she'll overheat." Of course, the same was true of him. No matter how hard he could throw a punch, sweating was a power that only mammals possessed. If he wasn't careful he could cook in his shell.

> **I'll try to find a Hidden way around. and be stealthy** oliver said Climbing up a tiny wall and jumping back down immediately, Being a cat is awesome "Good idea. Wait, hold on." Shemp said, stopping suddenly. "Anybody know what they're supposed to be? Zain is some kind of big cat, I know that, but did Aerith or Eris look any different this morning?"