Potemking

World of Light

LOCATION: Al Mamoon Northeast - Rocket Inc.
WORD COUNT: 652(+1 EXP)
MENTIONS:

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Mao simply scoffed at the idea of his blow being deflected by the Dragonborn, both insulted and impressed a human had the capacity he did, but being impressed wasn't a reason to spare the man any pain. Regaining his stance he took a right-sided approach, allowing Laharl to attempt a push to the left. As much as he was disgusted with the bare-chested runt he was competent enough to aide in pressuring this guy. That unfortunately came to an end as the Dragonborn realized he was getting cornered, and lashed out in response: The water cooler's barrel hit Mao in the legs, tripping him up and causing him to plant face-first into the floor. The impact busting his nose, but a little more bleeding after the bullets from earlier wouldn't kill him. It did, however, leave him taking a moment to recover while the Dragonborn dealt with Laharl.

Once Mao stood, he noticed the quick-paced carnage that the warrior had dished out: Laharl was injured, pretty bad Mao'd say, and the four-eyed Demon wasn't sure if he had healing items. Gritting his teeth, he noted that this was a one-on-one conflict for the moment: Perhaps not because Laharl couldn't stand, but if he died, it'd probably get pushed onto Mao somehow. And while he didn't need this runt overlord on his side, he didn't need the others against him because the one teammate around him ended up dead. "Whatever!" He muttered aggressively to himself, planning to charge a Star attack to punch straight through this warrior. However, as he clenched his fist, he felt nothing. Momentarily, he looked at his hand in shock, unsure of where the hell his magic went. Unknown to him, the chain lightning from earlier hadn't hurt terribly bad, but it had the side-effect of draining the magic reserves of anyone it damaged as well. Leaving Mao dry on magic, much to his annoyance.

If he tried to chug a BBQ bottle to restore his magic, he'd either get rushed or the Dragonborn would kill Laharl outright, probably. So that just meant it was time to keep the good 'ol physical combat flowing. Not Mao's last resort by any means, so he was okay with it. He just had a much more varied opponent than he first expected, and that was coming around to bite him in the ass.

Not having much of a choice, third time was hopefully the charm on charging this guy. If anything, Mao was a persistent and stubborn bastard. Though going head-to-head seemed to be semi-effective, with his scrawny blue-haired distraction injured he'd have to make due by himself. He'd say he worked better alone, but that was less for a villain and more the lines of some cringe-inducing anti-hero. Mao didn't want to be mixed up in that crowd.

Sheathing his sword, Mao stuck close to the wall: Scooping up a couple of fallen picture frames before giving them a hardy toss during his approach, both violently spinning as they made their way towards the Dragonborn. If the guy could tank one of his blasts, then Mao didn't expect the frame projectiles to do much other than distract as one of his feet met the wall, leaving imprints as his second foot came up to the wall as well, the fast-paced demon managing to gain a bit of height from a few additional steps while also getting closer to the Dragonborn. A leap of the wall leaving a small crater as Mao took to the air, aiming to grab the Dragonborn by the horns of his helmet. The momentum sending Mao towards the Dragonborn and his's own strength could provide enough of a force to drag him down backwards to slam him against the ground, or at least the white-haired demon could hope. If that could succeed, Mao figured ringing that skull of his with a solid stomp afterwards could aid in delivering some additional damage.

Planet Mobius - A Sonic Universe Open World

TEAM CHAOTIX

South City, On The Case

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The trio went quiet for a moment, Amy's silence and difficulty remembering them causing a moment of embarrassment at the mere thought of them being forgettable. Or, forsake the thought, side characters! Vector was quick to shrug it off as Cream greeted them, also helped when Amy managed to recall them, a toothy grin being followed by a nod from him. "Don't blame ya. Feels like things have only been busier this last year." He thought back to the time and how it seemed to fly by. Plenty of jobs secure, but maybe nothing as major as what they'd had in the past.

Amy's... Enthusiasm about something going wrong was a bit out there, but Vector couldn't act like he didn't feel the same way. Charmy butted in at this, snarking: "Vector's been paranoid about something happening all day!" He laughed atop Vector, though with one of his large hands Vector brushed him off, growing irritable at the bee continuing to say that. "It's just intuition! A good detective trusts his gut." He defended himself, words firm as he crossed his arms.

Vector perked a little, though, at the idea of a spa day. He was a croc proud of his complexion, but he usually used such time to escape people rather than spend time with them. Thankfully they weren't getting pulled into that, instead Mina seemed to be looking for Sonic. With no luck, by the sound of it.

"Heh, Sonic? A speech? Doesn't sound like 'em!" Charmy commented, the idea amusing him though he wouldn't knock the star for trying! Especially if this was why she wasn't at the festival; If she was looking for Sonic before heading back, then there only seemed to be one sound solution: Lend a hand, so there'd be good TV when they get home.

Thankfully, Amy seemed to have an idea of where he was, or at least the direction he went. Vector figured this would work out with her around; She essentially had a built-in Sonic radar, so she'd find him one way or another eventually. But right now, they were running short on time. The music festival would start soon; Mina would have to get back, right? The croc nodded firmly at the idea of hunting the hedgehog down. "S'pose we could help out. Consider it a holiday freebie on the house from the Chaotix Agency!" He declared, truly trying to make it sound like something gracious and worthwhile... Even if the job was fairly small. Finding Sonic wasn't bad, given some time. But in a hurry? Could be more difficult, but at least they had a lead. "Sonic ain't much of a city guy, so I'd assume he ran out of town with Tails in tow. Only thing that way within a reasonable distance are those old, speedy green hills."

Charmy coughed, momentarily landing in the street to observe the ground a little. "Heh, who thought a detective's intuition also included common sense?" He smarted off, eyes scanning the intersection Amy had pointed towards. Bleh, he didn't expect much, but Sonic really wasn't leaving any actual trace in streets like these, at least footprint-wise. Looking up the street, though, Charmy could notice a few small objects knocked over here and there. Judging from the way they fell, and the fact some of them were being picked up by people, it was easy to assume a large wind of sorts came through. Sonic's speed when in close proximity fit the bill just fine. "Those speedy types are so simple." He lamented, before getting startled by a car honking at him to get out of the road. Espio promptly pulled him back to the sidewalk, the bee laughing as he hadn't even realized he was in the way.

"You've got to watch your surroundings." Espio lectured.

"Yeah, yeah. It's obvious he went that way. Let's find Sonic and make the Music Festival even more awesome!" Charmy responded as he flew after Amy, following her initiative with gusto.

Espio followed suit, and Vector looked back at Mina and Cream for a moment, noting how big of a search party they had. "No worries, we'll have 'em tracked down in no time! My boy Charmy has never lost a mark!" It made Sonic sound more like a criminal than a simple person to keep an eye out for, but a mark was a mark when on the job! His feet carried a lot more heft as they hit the ground, but being bigger didn't mean he couldn't keep up with his boys. If they started going too far though, he'd have to ask Espio for a Sling Ring assist.

Planet Mobius - A Sonic Universe Open World

I'll be aiming to have a post out tonight

Shitposting Shenaniganry (Meme Thread 4.0)

Street Fighter

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.

World of Light

Mockingbird

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

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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.

World of Light

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

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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.

World of Light

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

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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.

Shitposting Shenaniganry (Meme Thread 4.0)

World of Light

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

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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.