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I'll sub to this in case it gains some traction. I don't think I've ever made a combat-centric character before, so thinking up a bunch of moves and a character that fits with them sounds like a lot of fun.
Mockingbird

LOCATION:]The Maw - The Depths
WORD COUNT: 1,209
MENTIONS: Blazermate, Sakura





The large suit turned to look at Blazermate, unsure of what exactly she expected it to do. Had it not explained it good enough? Flesh. Human. Not a diving suit! Her lack of any real reasoning for it to believe otherwise left it raising it's arms to shrug at the huge monster that was now a threat to them all, but mainly the submarine with Junior inside. "Decoys are a no-go," It explained, gesturing towards the water as it continued: "Wouldn't go anywhere but straight down. Maybe the glow could be a distraction if that thing came over here, though." A lack of faith in the idea being of any use lead the Mockingbird to not thinking hard on it, though it did consider seeing if it could bamboozle that thing, since it got the holo-suit back anyhow.

This moment of thought was interrupted by a familiar voice, the Mockingbird glanced downward to see Sakura. The guilt Mirage had felt prior carried over to the suit, and that caused it to try and stay a little lighthearted as to not distress her further than she had been already. "Careful with the 'Mister' stuff, kiddo. You're gonna make me sound old." It joked, but started taking things more serious as she kept talking. Looking back at the smaller Mirage in the pilot seat, it agreed that things were confusing at the very least. It had no grasp of why there'd be a version of itself with red eyes, but Sakura seemed to want to talk, and considering it's blunders with her before, it decided to hear her out. W-Well, I can't exactly do much to help right now, so I can hear you out." It didn't particularly know Sakura well, but it had seen her attempt of being kind to Carl, and considering the reaction most of the others had... That said a lot.

Speaking of Carl, she brought him up! "Yeah... I remember." It answered in a more somber voice, unsure of where she was going with this. Hearing her talk about what Carl was, or at least what they had assumed he was, lead the Mockingbird to nod. "Right. We have technology like that back in the Outlands; Putting humans into machines." Carl was a lot different from the humanoid constructs back home, but the idea was the same, it thought. It also still didn't understand how it was Sakura's fault. As Sakura's hand met with the Mockingbird's, it was surprised to feel... Nothing, at all. Not the softness of a hand, or the warmth one would expect. The empty, almost numb feeling, really, almost caused the Mockingbird to physically shudder out of fear. It decided to comply and follow after her, it's heavy footsteps easily overshadowing any noise Sakura herself might have made.

Edging closer to the water, it listened closely to what Sakura had to say. It's mind raced, piecing together what she was saying and matching it up with the fact that... Where it had just regained consciousness, it shouldn't have been there. "But, I can see myself. I don't see any suit, Sakura. It doesn't make sense that the last thing I remember before waking up was the headache, but this is still crazy." Though stubborn, it wasn't going to tell her off for requesting for it to look into the water, even though it had no idea what good that would do.

However, as it did, it went extremely quiet. Where the Mockingbird observed itself as perfectly normal, it found itself stunned as nature's own reflection showed it something entirely different. It swung an arm, as if it make sure it was itself in that reflection. Seeing the suit in the water, but seeing it's own perfectly normal human arm on it's actual body.

It was difficult to comprehend, though it's own knowledge of Mirage's homeworld didn't mark it as impossible. It never could have imagined how simple it was to see yourself as human, even after something like this. It noted it'd have to give Revenant some pity once it got back home... Though, if it wasn't the original Mirage, were the Outlands really it's home? Regardless of originality, it felt real, and it's mind was on a different track from the original Mirage's. It was still alive, and that was possibly the only thing keeping it from breaking down.

"I see it." It answered, her apology weighing heavy on a heart that didn't exist. It sighed, unsure of what to possibly do in this situation. Things were wild... It was the same person that came into the Maw with them, yet at the same time, it wasn't. This stuff was confusing. "You're the one that deserves an apology." It added, kneeling down for a moment to get on more even ground with Sakura for a second. "Carl, earlier... Well, I guess that wasn't me, but it was, that treated it in a kind of off-handed way. I pushed it aside as just being a malfunctioning machine, and then went into that chair and started controlling him after he was gone."

One of it's metallic hands scratched against the floor, clenching into a fist. "I'm not, uh, one to usually say how I feel. But it was... Gut-wrenching to realize where I was when the helmet connected me to that BULL. I know the implications, but I wanted to give us any chance we could at getting out of here faster." Though it had no real face, it was fairly obvious that it was staring directly at Sakura, simply adding: "It might not mean much, but I am really sorry."

It pulled itself to it's full height, view shifting between the group and the BULL now in the water. Looking back down at Sakura, it only had a bit more to say. "You'll probably hear this from, well, ME me later. I guess you can cut him a break, yeah?"

With that, it braced itself before bringing itself closer to the edge. With a wide step it managed to drop down onto the BULL, it's weight causing the machine to shift slightly, though nothing severe. "Guess I'll hitch a ride on this thing! What could possibly go wrong, right? Unless a certain someone crashes this thing like the Mirage Voyage!"

Mirage was glad to see some semblance of peace, but the comment was still irritating. "Hey, Mirage-Two, you technically crashed it too!"

"No," The Mockingbird answered, hands on it's hips. "I'm my own person, weird diving-suit thing or not. Mirage-Two ain't gonna fly!" It pondered what to call itself, before a sudden stroke of genius caused it to raise a hand, as if a light bulb turned on. "I think I'm gonna go with... Duerage!"

With the helmet on, nobody could see Mirage roll his eyes at this.

"Eh, tough crowd! Just remember it so you can cheer for me once I come back from saving the day!"

Despite everything, Sakura's approach in the end had yielded positive results for the Mockingbird-- Duerage. It was still in need of time to cope, but it could deal with things once all of it's friends were safe. So once Junior and the BULL took the dive, it'd be going too. And it'd offer the hammiest salute it could muster while doing it! To Sakura, in particular.

LOCATION:Sandswept Sky - Al Mamoon > Al Mamoon Northeast - Rocket Inc.
WORD COUNT: 1,093(+2 EXP)
MENTIONS:




Mao had to have a double-take to realize what was going on. At first, his eyes had only been on his target, but Laharl darting past him was a surprise. "Just trying to take the glory." It was the only train of thought the demon could find reasonable, though it also seemed Laharl was throwing a hell of a tantrum to boot with how loud he was being. Mao noted to shake off whatever irritation he felt, knowing that they had to disable this group sooner than later and his help would probably make it go by faster.

The broken bow was a good enough result for the sword, Mao not hesitating in following up on Laharl's burning knuckle with his own blast, knuckles bleeding from the collision with the man's armor, but the pain being nothing like what he dished out. Without skipping a beat, he caught his sword before it even had a chance to fall into the waters below, smug as could be at the results of their assault on the Dragonborn. "If that's all you've got, might as well give up and become my servants now." Mao commented to the Resistance with a shrug, his blade elevating with his shoulder's movements.

Unfortunately, it seemed they had a few tricks up their sleeve. Though he had it in mind to approach them to finish the job, he found Shadow ascending above all of the combatants in the room, calling out an attack of sorts that sent out a wave that Mao himself thought would cause pain, the Overlord defending with his blade hoping it'd help, but then it turned out that the attack wasn't at all meant to harm them, but stop them.

Unable to even scowl at Shadow's move, Mao couldn't communicate either. Looks like they got us lined up for execution. He thought to himself, noting the mocking and general cockiness the Resistance members were now torturing them with. Noting his smacktalk from earlier, his gaze on the now healed Dragonborn was one of concern, knowing he'd be pretty pissed. And pissed didn't even mark the halfway point, as the control over them Shadow had ended.

Bullets deflected off of Mao's sword, though the half-hearted block attempting to protect against whatever Shadow had done prior wasn't exactly a stance to try and deal with bullets: Mao's body being larger than his blade meant the bullets could find their way skimming the edges of his body mostly, essentially carving small chunks of flesh out of the edges of his figure with every hit taken. To make matters worse, as Jinx let up on the bullet hail to target the others, Mao's sword was no longer a wall to protect him, but instead a perfect target for the Dragonborn's magic: The steel blade helping in turning him into a lightning rod that sent the painful shock coursing through his body, being unable to move or avoid such an assault in the extremely short window of time he was provided.

"Insolent..." A cough later and there was crimson in the water. Actually, that was just a little he coughed up stream. There was already a pretty nice mix in the waters from the bullets, too. The only reason he was still standing was because of innate magical resistance and his legs avoided the brunt of that gunfire, though he felt like a roasted piece of meat after the Dragonborn's assault. Unfortunately, Mao was already low on resources and he'd have to go even lower to survive here. Hand drifting into his coat pocket, he pulled out two Hard Candies, wrappers being thrown into the water/blood mixture as he popped them in his mouth, teeth crunching them down without hesitation. A real villain didn't care about something down the line as meaningless as cavities, after all.

They worked their magic, the healing properties of the items soothing Mao's injuries for the most part, so he was at least functional again. However, the feeling of mended wounds was ruined by being caught in the outer blast radius of a rocket, rolling a short distance through the water before hitting some filing cabinets, which promptly tried to crash on top of him, but were stopped by him simply lifting a hand and catching it.

"Artificial difficulty through the boss restoring health..." He muttered to himself, trying to catch his breath as he tossed the cabinet aside, rising to his feet. This was just like some of the devious bosses from the games he'd played during school hours! Without hesitation he was rushing in again; Damaged, yes, but at least not bleeding out. Clear exposed flesh on his torso where the bullets had torn through his clothing, feeble and exploitable if he was to be struck in those spots, but if he just stood back, then they'd lose their chance here. While that hedgehog was gone, they needed to knock down this competition and fast. And he had just the servant to help with that.

Mao clenched his fist, deciding to put his newest servant to use. With a call of "Weaken these peons, Ara Mitama!" The large red reversed-tear came to his side, circling around him as it unleashed it's Marakunda spell to debuff the defensive capabilities of the Resistance members still in the building. If they could heal, then that simply meant they had to hit them harder so they couldn't come back from the damn brink! Even a genius could see the results of brute force, if Mao was any self-acclaimed indication.

"Now that I've softened you up," Mao called to the Dragonborn, yet again planning to meet him face-to-face. "You won't be healing anyone else after I'm done with you!" The brunt of the Unrelenting Force being taken by their tanky ally helped Mao in his approach too, the remnant winds of Unrelenting Force blowing Mao's hair back to normal as he rushed the armored man, noting his hands seemed necessary for a whole lot of his arsenal. Sure, he could croak out power with his face, but that magic from earlier? His hands. His weapons? His hands.

Mao approached, sword's tipped skimming the top of the water as he prepared an upward slash to the Dragonborn's left arm, planning to shift his small frame to instantly bring himself into a secondary slash that'd aim for his right arm. Physical attacks weren't as much of a concern with Ara Mitama, it's Physical attack resist making it a notable enough temporary shield, even if it was for a single attack from the multi-talented warrior before them.

LOCATION:The Maw - The Depths
WORD COUNT:803(+2 EXP)
MENTIONS: Bella, Ms. Fortune, Ace Cadet





Though getting confused by the Mockingbird, Mirage was glad it at least wasn't focusing on him too much, taking the opportunity to glance about, noting Geralt over with Sakura. Well, everything else hadn't gone so well, so maybe that guy could manage it. He hoped, at least, because the girl deserved at least one person who could help her on some level. Looking away from that as the sub splashed into the water, he held back a small laugh at Nadia taking the blunt of the water, luckily not being one of the folks anywhere near that danger-filled pool. However, something that WAS close now was the BULL. The conveyor had did it's job, Bella found a way to get it in the water, and Peach was... Irritating that diving suit more.

"I guess my break's over," Mirage commented, figuring that dinky sub needed support, and the BULL was the perfect thing for the job. Before he went to get hooked up, he heard out Nadia's idea of what she could do to be helpful, and honestly didn't like the sound of it. Considering the sea-creatures they had seen before entering the Maw, and the wrath of Bongo Bongo in the last area, he wasn't very confident of anyone distracting or meeting face to face with the creatures of the deep. That wasn't even to mention the depressing argument she offered for why she was good for the job. He noted to owe her a meal after this was over, or considering how he was feeling, a whole damn buffet or something. "That sounds really dangerous." He noted, approaching the feline for a moment to focus his concern, though her mind seemed made up on the subject.

Hands on his hips as a reaction to her recruitment of Ace for this idea of hers, he looked down towards the metallic flooring. "Just... Be careful up there, yeah?" Was all he could really muster, tip of his shoe swiping across the floor as he kicked the air, worry obvious. But he offered a small thumbs' up as a sign of optimism for their success as he turned back towards the pilot seat. He nodded to Cadet too, the same thumbs' up gesture going towards him as well, not envying the task Nadia had in mind. Clone or not, sending Junior alone in that submarine wasn't ideal, and Mirage had to wonder if he had triggered that whole diving suit process somehow with his thoughts. A weak but grim look donned his features as he brought himself back to the chair and began to plug himself in again, not ready for a laugh at the moment.

He needed to just focus, get this done, then they'd be out of here. He was a little more worried this time given the effects he'd felt before, but that didn't stop the small determined gogglehead from regaining a connection to the BULL, working with Bella to get it lowered into the water. According to Peach, they'd have to scout towards the bottom to find the controls, which he had no fear of doing while piloting this robot. Once Junior was aside, the BULL made a hefty splash from it's entrance into the water, yielding a bigger splash zone than when the sub landed by a longshot.

Mirage smirked. "Well, if anything comes our way, I've got these!" The arms of the BULL emerged from the water momentarily, pinching the air, before Mirage actually decided to stop joking around and instead start descending into the murky depths, and whatever uncertain danger was there. Hopefully whatever they encountered wasn't as bad as Bongo Bongo, though that made him wonder how Nadia and Cadet's distraction was going, at least until he nearly fell from his shoebox from some sort of impact that shook the entire complex they were in. "What was that? This place just shook like it came under fire from outside or something!" His concern was met with frantic looking, the BULL's light not revealing any threats as of the moment, but that impact that lead Mirage to definitely feel like he wasn't alone.

Taking a deep breath, he calmed himself and kept diving. At the mere sight of trouble, Mirage had every intent to play distraction for the sake of Jr not getting into an issue: Sure, they didn't know each-other particularly well, (or at all, honestly) but he was a little dude in a submarine, and Mirage himself was in a fully disposable robot. It just made sense, right? He figured the BULL was slower anyways, but actually, to make sure, Mirage began trying to pull up any information on the vortex motor itself he could as they dived deeper. If this baby could move, then it might actually be good for ramming any threats that came their way, or something.

LOCATION:The Maw - The Depths
WORD COUNT:1,045(+2 EXP)
MENTIONS: Most of the Submarine Team





Sakura's claims of a ghost caused the suit to dart it's view to the left and right, uncertain of what she was talking about, though he was a bit startled. "A ghost?!" It repeated, not seeing anything to particularly keep it in an alerted state. Though, usually, you couldn't see ghosts. So instead of outward panic, it resorted to a sort of inward, quiet paranoia. That was, at least until Cadet added that there was no ghost, which was a relief. It wasn't sure if the guy was an expert on the supernatural but it was better than nothing, right?

"Yeah, I'm okay."
"Yeah, I'm okay."
Both responded to Cadet's words of concern, though the suit seemed to not pick up on the second voice as well as Mirage had, not seeming to notice the differences where the smaller, human version could. Mirage decided enough was enough for the moment, removing himself from the headcase, causing a complete disconnection from the BULL, but he was feeling weak after whatever had happened prior. Sitting on the shoebox rather than stand, he eyed Cadet momentarily and almost looked sick. Though it was just him recovering from the sudden appearance and departure of a horrible headache, it didn't seem all that good. "Things got dizzy for a sec, I felt pretty sick to my stomach, and then all of a sudden he's here." Mirage spoke to Cadet quietly, glance going towards the suit. Not sure if he wanted to physically encounter this thing, didn't bad things usually happen when you met yourself?

Meanwhile, Bowser getting in the way of the suit and threatening it was an endeavor that left it even more confused. It easily stood taller than the Koopa King in his current state while looking down at him with it's emotionless helmet. "W-Woah, King Bowser! We're both trying to get out of here! Don't have to raise that thing at me!" It responded, voice carrying the emotion it's expression lacked as it's view focused on the hammerhead in his possession. Why the threats? Also, now that it's mind was becoming more clear, it really began to notice the height difference, wondering how he'd gotten taller.

Rika's words were less violent, but even more bewildering. "I'm Mirage!" It began to sound desperate, like a joke being taken too far at it's expense. It brought it's hands up to it's helmet, grabbing at goggles that weren't there causing it to scratch up it's helmet, bringing it's hands forward as if pulling them out and releasing them to slap against it's head. "See? The goggles. That's trademark stuff!" It's gaze went towards the next room, Rika giving it an idea as to the location of whatever was making them feel doubt about it's identity. With guns and a hammer in it's vicinity though, it didn't seem eager to move. If anything, the suit believing it was Mirage also meant it believed it was just a human. Hammers and bullets killed humans pretty good. Though it was still feeling pretty hurt being put in this situation by the guy that had been polite to them upon their first meeting. Bowser had more sides to him than it realized.

"So there IS two of me! I always thought it'd be cool, not get someone threatening me!" Regardless if it was a good or bad thing, it knew there were two Mirage's now from the reactions given to it. Blazermate asking if it'd want to help yielded a surprisingly positive response, a thumbs' up in her direction, though it's gaze still lingered towards the other room. He recalled the pain from earlier, while in the headcase. And then he suddenly ended up over here, only taller, instead of piloting the BULL...

"One problem I see with that is... I'm not in any 'diving suit'." It replied to Blazermate, before poking at itself as if to proof a point. "See? I look like good ol' Mirage! Flesh and clothes, A little more pale because of that Spirit, but, eh. It was for the best, I think." Whatever perception it had of itself, nobody else shared. It was either in extreme denial, or it just couldn't process itself not looking like Mirage. Which, one could argue was probably the same thing...

"So, other me? You gonna come out, or are you still plugged into the working station... Thing?" The suit asked, seeming intrigued and a little nervous about what it'd see as the others' had made it start feeling a bit doubtful about itself.

Mirage, not overly comfortable with this but willing to realize this was probably his fault, stumbled past Cadet and into view of the suited copy. Which recoiled at the sight of him, as if it'd seen a monster. "What're you flipping out about?"

"You!" It answered, pointing at Mirage. "You do look like me, but what's with those evil glowing red eyes? That's not normal!" The sight was discouraging to say the least, and made this smaller Mirage feel like less of a doppleganger and more of a strange threat that might've fooled them all. Mirage simply raised an eyebrow at this accusation, walking over to the water and trying to get a good look at his own reflection, not seeing any 'glowing red eyes'.

"My eyes are as blue as they come! You're broken or something, buddy." He retorted to the suit's claim, crossing his arms.

"You're just blind, obviously! Someone back me up here, he looks really shady, doesn't he?" The suit reached for support, growing concerned again. Only for Mirage to cross his arms in response, not understanding at all what the heck this diving suit was going on about. Despite it's seeming lack of motivation to be violent, it seemed to have a screw or two loose if it was seeing 'evil eyes' or whatever it was going on about. Mirage only hoped someone could work with this thing before it started having a genuine panic attack.

If it doesn't believe it's in a diving suit, then how could we convince it to go underwater...? Mirage pondered, starting to agree with Blazermate's idea of sending it down below, but having no idea of how to con it to go down there. His brain was blank, or cluttered by the confusing crap it'd already said.
Just an additional heads' up here, but my Mirage post was edited with some more details at the end.

LOCATION:The Maw - The Depths
WORD COUNT:628(+1 EXP)
MENTIONS: Bella, The Diving Suit





Mirage, for once, found himself pretty quiet. He would've responded to Geralt's confusion, wondering how someone could forget something so simple, but Sakura's words seemed to have left him in a position where he wasn't quite sure what to say to just about anyone. Rika's attempt at helping not going anywhere while his own was just met with Sakura leaving the room he had visibility in. Followed by the high-pitched sounds of her retching. His real body winced as he tried to think of what to say, coming up with blanks.

This wasn't like him. He was Mirage, the witty Legend who always had a zinger lined up or something cool to pass down. Now, what? He was just the guy who helped make some girl upset and puke? He felt his own facade break as he stood on that shoe box, realizing his silence wasn't from a lack of knowing what he wanted to say, but because he was attempting to pull his front personality back into place before speaking to the others. And Elliot couldn't push past that long enough to try and comfort Sakura in a time of need further than he had prior, instead standing there as Nadia took the charge on that front.

It was brutal, but perhaps what she needed. He still didn't say anything, aside from hissing a little at some building pain in his head. The hell's that about...? He wondered, noting the conveyor started moving, and the BULL along with it. It allowed him to look at what the others were doing finally, rejoining them technically even though he'd been in here the entire time. As the machine moved along, he began noticing something aside from the headache; A bit of nausea, wanting to almost follow in Sakura's footsteps and throw up whatever was possibly in his stomach. He tried to keep his reaction to a minimum, though the giant robot gesturing as Mirage covered his mouth in an attempt not to vomit meant it was easy to tell he was moving around.

"N-Nice, the conveyor's working..." He said with a fair amount of delay, the weird sudden effects subsiding with no warning, just like how they arrived. He planted his feet, knees shaking a little but he kept up, noting that whatever the hell that was, it gave him more reason to want to be out of here. And if it was this device causing it, then he had to get out of here faster. They needed all the help they could get down there, and the BULL was a huge help, if he could get it down there. A simple thought about diagnostics was enough to pull up results of the working station's condition, which seemed in the green and functional. Was this normal? Christ, what horrible working conditions.

Before he could manage to comment on that, he caught something in the BULL's camera. One of the diving suits... Was moving? Panic took over before sensibilities did, or maybe panicking made the most sense? One of the BULL's arms came forward, providing a bit of a barrier between it and Bella, for her own safety as she scooted away, though this came to an end as the machine went further down the conveyor, camera still focused on the diving suit. Still scrambled from the effects of the headcase, Mirage didn't even really think about the familiarity of the voice, this individual feeling completely new to him. Though remembering his experience with Carl, he wondered if this was somehow similar, so he held back on being aggressive. "You, uh, okay?" He questioned, trying to stay peaceful, figuring if anything, at least they wouldn't have to fight this diving suit.

The suit pulled itself together somewhat, reacting to the BULL with surprise as it seemed utterly confused by the fact it was there. "Hold on a sec, I thought I was seeing through the BULL?" It voiced it's confusion, pulling itself up somewhat, though shaky and uncertain of what exactly the hell was happening here.

"What're you going on about? You were piloting a BULL?" Mirage questioned, but was met with a very quick response: "Is that me? Okay, okay, that's a REALLY good impression guys, I'm impressed. Who's doing that?"

"Impression?" Mirage had a sudden, horrible feeling. "You're saying this is your voice?"

"... Yeah? So unless you're a decoy, that must be some very talented voicework! But none of your mouths are moving, so what gives?"

There were a lot of problems with what was currently happening, for Mirage himself. The question of what was up with Carl before was strangely becoming more clear, though he couldn't quite put together what exactly he was supposed to do in this situation. His brain was still a bit scrambled, but that also seemed to be the case with this suit, both becoming a little aggressive, but mainly confused, at the situation presented to them.

"I appreciate a joke, guys, but you're creeping me out with this impression." The suit added, staring at the majority of the group with a bit of annoyance, since he'd been trying pretty hard to make stuff work to help them, and now after all that drama, he was getting pranked! Mood whiplash, much? If the suit had a face, it'd be squinting at the others to express that annoyance. And, to it's knowledge, it had a very handsome and beautiful face.

@Dark Cloud

It actually suits Mao very well, given their aggressive natures (and natural weaknesses to Ice) which is most of the reason I went with it above most of the other choices I had.
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