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Check my sheets. My second character is Bastet from Smite.

A sudden motion at the edge of Midna's vision caught her eye, and she looked to see the Happy Mask Salesman going away. She couldn't see his face, but there was something in his manner that belied a great deal of unhappiness. For a few seconds Midna was at a loss, but then she remembered that he had been trying to speak to her. Perhaps he had gotten upset that she wasn't talking to him and stormed off. She frowned at his receding back. Even with a princess like her, one couldn't expect to be able to have her attention whenever they wanted. The sooner the salesman learned that, the better. “Who, Zant?” She answered Ravio. “He's...unique. That reminds me: we must depart.” She went over to stand by Zant, her distaste written all over her face. “Once Link recovers,” she called to Ciela, “You can contact me at the Magtail Fort.” With that, she melted away into dark particles that shot upward bit by bit. Zant soon followed her, though not without reluctance at the idea of facing Midna's retribution for his actions. Why couldn't she understand? The two re-materialized just outside the inn. The first thing Midna did was punch her colleague in the shoulder. He squeaked and recoiled, full of conflicting emotions whose end result was inaction. Wordlessly, Midna stalked into the inn, and Zant meekly followed, quite aware that the punch wasn't the extent of his punishment. His orange eyes smoldered with suppressed anger, and the lids twitched often.

When the golden flames licked at his hands, Ivan recoiled in surprise. That acute sensation, the one that preceded smoldering agony—it was the prelude to burning. He quickly rubbed the embers off onto his shirt and stepped back until he was standing by the Tomislav. As Terra assaulted him verbally, every inch a dangerous threat, his face hardened. Pyro or not, it was clear that this fire-wielding maniac wasn't on his team. A giant hand reached down for the Tomislav's handle. He found himself suddenly clutched by someone else. For a moment his top-heavy body seemed liable to topple, but Ivan steadied himself and looked at the one who had grabbed him. Naturally, he was looking down; there were few he could not look down on, but this man (the one who had fallen from the sky) seemed even less impressive than most. Ivan's expression, for a few seconds, was one of surprise, but it twisted into a sadistic smile. This teeny tiny little man thought he could roughhouse him? That warranted immediate disillusionment. Still, for the moment the greater peril was Terra, so he contented himself with shoving Delsin again, this time more directly. Fortunately Delsin didn't seem too perturbed, since he immediately started talking to the scrawny one. Immediately thereafter a new stranger, one clothed in ominous black, started talking, and he and the scrawny one started moving away, all buddy-buddy. Ivan was momentarily stunned. Did these people not see that the firespitter was a major problem? He looked back at her and saw that she was still seething, ready to turn the next person who stepped toward her to cinders. “Hmph,” Ivan grunted, and in one fluid motion scooped up the Tomislav and brought it into firing position. Knowing that Terra would attempt to move forward and kill him immediately, he made sure that he was the first to fire. Bullets sprayed from the minigun's barrel toward the green-haired woman. That, however, lasted for only a moment. Quite out of nowhere, a long, thin object collided with his meaty shoulders and wrapped around his neck. His breath suddenly cut off, Ivan flinched, and the whip pulled him over onto his back. As he struggled on the ground to remove the entanglement -for he knew that if his first shots hadn't killed or debilitated Terra that she would likely immolate him- he caught a glimpse of the one who had assailed him. At first glance, it was a woman, but her legs were strangely contoured, her eyes glowing, and from the top of her cowl sprouted two hairless cat ears. Of course, the ears weren't her most attention-grabbing feature. “Careful there, big man,” she chided in some accent unknown to him, “Let's not kill each other until we figure out exactly what we're doing here, hmm?” “Aaaaaayada!”

...it's not me, is it?

Good to go.

When Ivan saw the flames erupt once more, wreathed around the young woman's arms like burning sleeves, he instinctively began to move backward. It was basic training that whenever something spouting approached a mercenary, be it Scout or Sniper, Spy or Heavy, he had better start backpedaling. Thinking about exactly why he was putting distance between himself and Terra brought Ivan to a radical new conclusion; coupled with the color of her clothes, there could be no mistake. At that moment, the one who had fallen from the sky a moment earlier -and yet was not, as one might expect, a red stain on the earth- rushed up and starting talking to her. “No no no, is useless,” he said to Delsin, dropping the Tomislav on the ground and pushing him aside so that he alone was standing in front of Terra. His eyes narrowed “Oooooh, I see now! Little Pyro has come out of suit at last!” He didn't seem to be taking Terra's threats seriously—but why should he? Teammates couldn't hurt one another, no matter how hard they tried. In his line of his work, he had been bathed in harmless flames every hour of every day by Pyros checking for spies. Ivan rested his chest in a huge hand, adopting an air of sophistication that clashed with his hat and scarf and, overall, suited him very little. “Pyro is more pretty than I was thinking.”

While Midna felt only relief at Dark Link's departure, Zant laughed heartily, thrilled that he had won. Almost instantly, the new tone of normality that had been restored in the plaza in the doppelganger's wake made him reconsider. He abruptly cut off his merriment, slid his scimitars back into his sleeves, and deactivated his mask. Despite his best attempts, though, he could not keep himself from smiling happily, and the slightly-off curvature of his mouth made the expression into more of a leer. The Twilight Princess, meanwhile, was almost stunned when Link bowed to her. A moment ago they had been totally at odds, and here the hero was paying her deference. Perhaps he wasn't as much of a brat as she had thought. Given her position, the notion of denying his gallant gesture was totally unacceptable, so Midna deigned to bestow upon him a polite curtsey. “I am glad that your respect was so easily won; I can only hope your companionship to follow as swiftly.” When Link collapsed, she hastily crouched down next to him, trying to figure out what was wrong. Unfortunately, her lack of knowledge about human anatomy prevented her from conscientiously attempting any healing measure that might very well harm him. It was a mercy when Ciela attended to him instead, going so far as to begin bossing the Hylean guards around as if she were anything more than an ordinary fairy. A familiar voice stole her focus, and she turned to face the Happy Mask Salesman. The expression on his face was one of anxiety, and for the merchant's tremulousness Midna's pieces did not tremble. “What is it?” Before the affronted man could reply, someone new barged onto the scene. His first impression on Midna amounted to a jester—even with the gravity of the current situation, she had to stifle a laugh at his ridiculous, purple, rabbity garb. It stimulated her mind more than the nervous mask-maker, so she decided to give Ravio the floor instead. It was just as well, since silence didn't seem to be among his virtues. “There was a confrontation, yes. A large, very angry beast, and a shadowy demon attacked together. When my allies and I took them on, however, it did not take long to beat them. As for... 'Mr. Hero', I suspect his stamina gauge has been depleted.” Then the fairy cut in, apparently having already taken care of Link. The warmth drained from Midna's face as she heard the accusations, and she treated Ciela to a look of boredom. “Tell me, oh blessed one, do all those living in the light see facts through such a slant? I never released anything, Zant was the one foolish enough to bring it here. He'll be held responsible, trust me. As for history, I will not going to honor your untruths with acknowledgment. Your princess, by the way, has gotten herself kidnapped. It might have slipped your notice when Link discovered this occurrence several minutes ago, pressured me into joining him in a rescue mission in the near future, and received my agreement.” Her arms were crossed beneath her chest in a stance of veiled insolence.

That's six out of twenty on board. Any BBIG members still here? Looking at you, Oldmanwong.

Whoops, look like I messed up the scale. I'll go for 30 kilometers. One more post and my first creature will be done.

> You love anything positive in this thread. As well he should. I can't imagine my Flesh starting much of a relationship with other Keepers.