GHOST IN THE MACHINE :: ERROR 111

by **Jeeves** Mon Feb 22, 2016 2:03 pm

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Uncomfortably Dr. Torada stood with a clipboard in his hands. The doctor was not a tall man but he was thin in a manner that suggested that he did not get enough sleep or food. His white lab coat had seen better days, there was dirt and smudges of something that had dried dark brown around the bottom edge of it. He had a number of pens in his coat pocket, all of them neatly arranged and his identification card hung off of the pocket showing a picture that looked exactly like him and glimmered with a golden stamp at the bottom. He was clean shaven, his dark hair combed back and marked at the temples with gray. He looked the very picture of a distracted and overworked doctor who might have been handsome if he got a good nights sleep and a little food.

His hazel-gray eyes surveyed the people arranged before him in the dark steel-plated room with a mixture of discomfort, and hopeful curiosity. They were in fact several hundred feet underground, and it had been necessary to take an elevator down from the surface in order to reach this metal room which like the doctor was far more practical than lovely. There were of course no windows, in fact the only things of note aside from the doctor were the table he stood behind which had a stack of paperwork along with some pens on it and the small round robot that hovered at his side. Well, that and perhaps the other people who had gathered here.

The doctor coughed. "Alright I guess..." The man was already obviously not a skilled orator. "We should get started then? If no one else is coming?"

Dr. Torada glanced toward the door as if hoping that someone might come in at that exact moment and offer him the excuse to delay his speech a little longer but of course no one did. He looked a bit defeated for a moment but seemed to gather himself quickly. "My name is doctor Torada, and this is Jeeves." The man motioned toward the round machine that hovered near his head.

The robot did not seem terribly remarkable, it was circular in shape with a round glass 'eye' that observed the people before it without remark. It was made of a gleaming silver-colored metal that was perfectly smooth. The doctor glanced at his robotic companion and looked a bit displeased. "Jeeves say hello."

Hello

This brought a pleased smile to the doctor's lips and he quickly returned his attention to the people gathered. "Jeeves is my personal assistant. One of my many inventions here that you'll have a chance to work with!" He seemed to be trying to infect them with his enthusiasm for the technology. "Now before we get to far, I need you all to just quickly sign these documents. It's all very standard, non-disclosure documents and that sort of thing."

He licked his lips. "Once you've all signed the documents I'll give you a tour and answer a few preliminary questions if you have them... um... I'll just stand by the door over here so if you'd all line up when you've signed them we can get on our way." The doctor took a step toward the door, stopped, and seemed to realize he'd forgotten something. Instead stopping to pull five packets off of the stack he had available to him and lay them down. Each of the stacks was easily several hundred pages long, but all of them had a yellow arrow sticker pointing to a line that simply requested a signature on the front page. He smiled quickly and motioned to the papers again. "You just have to sign the front page, we didn't want to make it to hard for you to find. Just bring it to me when your done."

The doctor laughed as though he had made a joke and nervously shuffled away from the table to allow those gathered to look over the papers and sign them if they wanted to.

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by **Mogwart** Mon Feb 22, 2016 11:49 pm

Some days it was the little things in life the goblin appreciated, like waking up to dew drops on his clothes. Crickets in his ears. The warm scent of moss. And today? He was probably feeling most lucky that nearly every person in this room was a stranger, meaning no had much expectation from him. YES! That made it so much easier for him to toss out his pride and curl up into the trembling ball of terror that he was right now.

He thought he’d been clever to follow up this lead. Thought that putting himself in a position to sabotage heinous efforts such as bringing hot water to people everywhere would protect his clan’s blissfully grubby way of life, or at least not give anyone an extra excuse to demand that he bathe any more than he cared to. But no - oh no. What an actual fool he was to land himself in this unnatural room! No stretch of sky for comfort. No immediately foreseeable alternative path to escape. With harsh metal staring at him from all sides, it almost felt like he was in a dungeon.

Oh, he had tried to find another exit- he did! From the second he stepped off that wondrous contraption (the magical moving box the they call Elevator), he scratched at the nicks in walls, checked the flawless floors, and bumping his head across the ceiling in desperation. Only now that all of that proved to be in vain, did he shrivel up to sit here so politely and squint all the beady-eyed mistrust at the jolly doctor he would now call his boss.

‘Standard non-disclosure--- what now? …Ah. Some sort of written contract then.’ After watching the fellow lay down stacks of what was probably paper atop a high table, that would be the jester’s best guess. Already he was internally groaning as he had the sneaking suspicion that those papers where full of a all sorts of useless squiggles and scripts that he would have no idea how read. But then, see- the floor was cold. The room was spooky, the elves were pretty, and if scribbling all over the cover of some pamphlet was supposed grant him access to somewhere friendlier? ‘Well,’ Mogwart unfurled from his tail and shivered onto his feet. ‘It’s worth a shot.’

No sooner hand the doctor stepped away than the goblin skittered towards the table, hopped onto the ledge, and sat there inspecting the identical square’ish blocks of whatsits. There were probably no names on them. No pictures either. Mogwart gave a faintly disappointed sniff. Not to be deterred anyhow, he glanced at his company and signaled for them to approach with arms spread wide. “Come come! They’ve got your names written all over them. This one is for you. And for you. And you… And THIS one? Hah! This one has your eyes.”

He pat his hand on each of the docs to identify them for people randomly, not that he minded which they picked, or however they felt about his nonsense. If nothing else, creating a bit of noise helped him not think so hard about where he was. His tail twitched anxiously as he carried on. “And this extraordinary piece is mine.” He picked one for himself and raised it above his head. The question now was- what to sign it with? 'Hmm...' He made a show of very sternly, very seeeeeriously thumbing through some of the pages and stiffened vaguely as he got a paper cut.

“See, this? This is why trees are such vengeful creatures. They come back to bite you even after they’ve been slain.” he muttered aside and dabbed his wound on the cover of his stack to stop the bleeding. At the sight of the dark muddy reddish brown, it occurred to him that in some places this could also count as a form of signature. With a perk of his head, he whistled sharply to try to get the doctor's attention. “Boss-ole-fellow! Would you take this in place of my name?” He held up the document up again and pat it for good measure. He could fiddle around with other things on the desk to figure out which of the odd shaped tubes was supposed to function as a writing tool or watch the others to mimic how they operated, but who knows. This could work just as well!

by **Skultone** Tue Feb 23, 2016 12:18 pm

When he had chanced upon the wanted poster the only thought in Skultone’s mind had been Maybe this will be enough for me to find permanent lodging. The hotel staff had been making comments about how grateful they had been to house a soldier, or an ex-soldier as he had insisted they refer to him as. They had preened and primped and the way they talked had made every one of Skultone’s teeth grind against one another. Especially when they had asked for stories of his time in service.

He wanted out of there as soon as possible. Unfortunately that meant finding work. Which had so far eluded him. He was watching his savings dwindle with each week that passed, and he knew part of it was his own fault. He should be better than he was. But he wasn’t.

So the flyer that had been posted just outside the hotel’s front door had seemed like a godsend from Aethil Herself, and Skultone had contacted Dr. Torada’s people as soon as he was back inside. Things had moved swiftly from there, and after a short trip he was underground, eyeing the other people that had signed up for the job with carefully guarded curiosity. The goblin in particular was completely manic and obviously masking fear with the way he jumped and exclaimed.

Skultone smiled behind his mask and stepped forward to the table, taking the stack of papers that the smaller man had decided were his. “Thanks, I appreciate you picking these out for us.” He laughed softly, the sound a breathy rasp when filtered through the respirator. The paper was heavy in his hands, his metal fingers brushing over the lines of text before he shrugged and grasped a pen and signed his name and possibly life away. There was no point reading it, either he’d make it out of here and have enough money to find permanent housing or he’d be no worse than when he started.

He offered his pen to the goblin when he was done, noticing the smaller man was eyeing him and the rest of the room as if he wasn’t sure if he should follow suit or not. “Here, thanks again. I’m Skultone. I guess they didn’t really give us a lot of time to be introduced, did they?” He looked at the remaining people in the room, trying to seem reassuring. He wasn’t sure how well so many people would handle being trapped underground. Hopefully things wouldn’t feel so cramped once they all followed the doctor.

by **Samael** Tue Feb 23, 2016 12:18 pm

In a room this dull and stark He could not help but stand out. This was the natural order however, He had no desire to blend in. It was not what He was meant to do. Still, with His golden hair falling about His face in golden ringlets, His fine clothing hugging and emphasizing every inch of His form it was easy to compare Him to a flower growing from between the cracks in a sidewalk. Everything around Him was unremarkable, gray and stark. It made Him look all the more beautiful by comparison.

Not for the first, but for the fourth time He let His fingers run over the buttons of His coat. Assuring that they were all in place though there was no doubt that they were. He was here at the behest of His client whom He had not drawn attention to by paying attention to them. He had after all been requested discretion until they could have privacy.

Subtly His fingers soothed over the head of His cane. There were a small number of other individuals in the room, and He could not say that they were unfamiliar. In fact, He recognized one quite well. He had a mind for faces, for remembering who people were. It was a tool of His trade which served Him well so that when an old client returned He had not forgotten their preferences or personality. This particular individual had left a particularly large impression.

In spite of well-earned reservations He moved to the table with the others, not a single line of His posture or flicker of expression on His face gave away the edge of trepidation that the action caused, but He was offered and given a pile of paper just like everyone else was. He accepted it and picked up a pen, blue eye flickering to the others who stood around Him. No effort at all was made on His behalf to read the paperwork. Undoubtedly it would be beyond His comprehension, and He had been told to sign it. He looked at the line that had been carefully pointed out for Him.

The pen moved fluidly across the paper, forming loops and swirls, His name written in clear letters made lovely by practice. For a moment He looked at it, then dismissively He left the paper and the pen on the table, moving across the room with a dancer's grace to where He had been told to line up. He had no questions, so He said nothing but rather waited for further instruction.

by **Prosperra** Wed Feb 24, 2016 8:16 pm

“If this world could shed tears . . .”A disappointed male stood before the desired location, his watchful gaze examining the building. It was not the structure as a whole that left a bitter taste in this stranger’s mouth, moreover it was the pieces required to make such a thing. It was cruel against all nature. The amount of wood cut, the number of boulders crushed, the destruction of homes, the list would only continue.“Mayhap it was fate that brought me here. If so, I understand what must be done.” He tucked away his identity within a hooded garb, green in color, and made his way inside.

Very little hints of his lush white hair would peek out every now and again, but otherwise he kept his profile at a minimum as he ventured into the grasp of a metallic beast. He was now adrift in strange territory, but he managed to find a strange contraption that seemed to be the only plausible destination. He watched carefully as the sliding doors closed in on another soul and followed shortly after. “Fear not.” He murmured to himself as he pressed his hand against the doors as they opened without sound. A sudden motion made this wanderer uneasy, what was happening? Was this magic or machine? It was hard to tell. After a moment of regaining his bearings, his ocean blue hues radiated from within his hood as his hands were now decorated with a weapon.

A simple wooden staff of sorts would twirl around knocking some panels and buttons out causing a bit of a malfunction inside, but it was alright as he had already reached his destination. The doors would open, not as quiet as before as it continued to malfunction and the wanderer had finally reached his destination. Using his staff as a walking stick, he made his appearance, calmly unveiling his hood as he stepped closer to the crowd that had already arrived. “Forgive my tardiness; I had a little trouble with that mechanism.” He pointed towards the elevator as it made ticking and unstable noises. His focus was now on the people moving forward to the table and signing some contract, and he figured he would have to do the same. Upon grabbing a pen, he observed that even their writing tools were foreign to him. “I have half a mind to ask the contents of this contract, but we would be short on time I take it?” He hinted a smile to show that he was just striking up conversation. Without another moment to lose, the pen was grabbed and the paper signed. “I am Prosperra.” A light introduction as he stepped away from the table and awaited further instructions; his goal was to follow through all the tasks, but piece by piece ensure that this place received the “proper care”.

by **Yume** Thu Feb 25, 2016 1:50 am

Yume didn't particularly like the idea of signing things without appropriate knowledge of what it dictated. But for this situation she also didn't care what was written. A legal binding contract was still just a sheet of paper in her eyes. Life ruled by legal noncese was long past for her, so, if this Doctor Torada wanted her to do something she either would or would not do it depending on how she felt and how long she thought it best suited her needs to play nice.

She was here for her own business and was hopeing this lead wouldn't run her to a dead end the way most did. She would stick around for as long as there was something to try and find and the moment everything seemed useless she planned to get the hell out of dodge and move on.

"HAH"
She snorted out the chuckle through a shark toothed grin.
"Alright Satan,"
She meandered forward passed the others at a slow even pace, her bare feet against the cool metal floor making a slight peeling sound as her skin pulled away from the steel with each raised foot and no sound with each foot fall.
"Not my first soul signing rodeo, so I am GAME."
she picked a pen and stood before the reaming untouched stack of paper. She didn't bother to glance down before striking the pen against the general signature area with a firm and wide horizontal stroke. She used the exaggerated movement to pivot on one foot and turn back around away from the table in a graceful 180 degree turn. Flicking the pen away mid spin to land elsewhere in the room.
"Lovely~"
Grin never falling she glanced around to asses her new "co-workers". All seemed relatively normal enough. She wasn't there to make friends but often she found herself impressed with the kind of information she could get from normal conversation. That and standing around silently would be way to boring. It was time to entertain herself.

The Goblin looked fun but he seemed a bit nervous, the Cyborg seemed to nice or maybe just polite she wasn't sure yet, the Nymph- to pristine to stoic-she would save him for later, but the other Elf, calm and simple, that was a good place to start.
"Prosperra huh? I had a cousin named Prosperra once"
She came forward and looped her left arm around his shoulders as if they where old friends.
"He was a good guy, shame he had to go the way he did."
She waited next to Prospera for the doctor to lead them out; arm showing no intention to move unless told or forcibly removed.

by **Jeeves** Thu Feb 25, 2016 1:45 pm

Expect the unexpected

At the door it was clear that the doctor in spite of his own words and offer had not actually been expecting or prepared for questions. Actually he had memorized cue cards but none of them had told him what to do if a goblin took over and started waving blood-stained papers at him. He blanched a bit in response but gamely swallowed and blinked owlishly. "Um... that is... that should be fine." The doctor sounded much less than actually certain, and he only seemed more nervous when the blonde joined him at the door way.

Conspicuously he glanced at the man standing not so far away from him several times before realizing that he was being spoken to by someone else who it seemed had after all lingered behind a bit. Shock replaced nervousness on the doctors face, and he gaped like a fish. "W-what?"

He abandoned his post to look at the elevator which was making odd noises as the light above it blinked at him. "Oh my!" The doctor might have stuck around to actually ensure that everyone else signed the papers like they were supposed to, but this took priority. "Well... it's alright, yes I should be able to fix it."

The doctor looked around the group, waiting with more impatience now for all the paperwork to be signed, and when the last of it was with a flourish he motioned for everyone to follow him. "Alright, follow me, I'll get the elevator moving again." He repeated his motion and led everyone right back into the elevator which was still groaning uncertainly. It was obvious at least that the doctor knew what he was doing. He pressed several buttons until finally the sounds stopped. "Jeeves reroute power through the main computer please?"

The robot hovering above the doctor's head bobbed.

Done sir

The doors closed only a heartbeat after the robot's voice echoed in the small space, and the elevator obediantly carried them downward to their destination. Further, and further, and further down. It had not been a short trip to the first room, and it was at least twice as far down to where the elevator finally stopped. The doors did not open automatically as they had the first time, and the doctor had to input some more commands into the console to convince it to do so.

Jeeves was the first one through the door way, his eye turning to and fro as he bobbed and waited to be followed. The doctor frowned at the console and motioned irritably for everyone else to get off the elevator. "Go, go I'll be out as soon as I get this to function properly. Wont be but a moment." When he sensed hesitation he frowned deeply and waved firmly as if to remind them all that he was the boss and returned to the console.

Which at least allowed everyone a chance to see where they had ended up.

This area was far different from the one they had been in before. The elevator opened out into a walkway that was made of metal but had holes in it like webbing. There were tall guard rails, and pipes of every dimension and size beneath the walkway as well as above it. Some kind of larger machine stood off to the size so big that the curved portions of it could be seen but its function remained largely a mystery. It made no sound, but if it had the sound might have been covered up by the gout of steam that were being released from the pipes that ran up the wall from beneath them along the side of the elevator.

What was perhaps most remarkable however was the fact that this room was seemingly built into a naturally existing cave. Or one that had been worked very little. The path they were on extended so far into the distance forward that it was hard to make out exactly how far it went. There was one offshoot some twenty or so feet away heading toward the left around the edge of the machinery, and otherwise it was remarkably quiet.

Inside the elevator the doctor cursed suddenly, and even as he suddenly made a jerky movement toward the doorway to seemingly try to jump out, the doors shut on him and the elevator went hurtling upwards back the way it had come leaving everyone quite alone in the unfamiliar depths with only Jeeves hovering quietly above them for company.

After a long silence, and no sign that the elevator was going to return, the small robot spoke, its mechanical voice echoing oddly in the space they stood in.

The doctor is trapped in the elevator
Maintenance is requested to report to the computer control room

by **Mogwart** Fri Feb 26, 2016 9:26 pm

Ahh, gratitude! Unnecessary though it was here, Mogwart heard the pleasant ring of it rarely enough that he could accept it all the same. He tapped a fist to his opposite shoulder to nod in a bit of a weaselly half-bow. “My pleasure,” he snickered. No really, he meant it. Reasonable friendly company was also good medicine for the nerves, and while he didn’t fully understand the nature of the mask the fellow wore on his face, the goblin found it highly respectable for the rasp it created. Why, a voice like that would be earn people plenty of friend back where he came from! Not that he’d wage most humans appreciated being told they sounded spooooooooky.

As he briefly returned to false preoccupation with his own ridiculous stack of papers, he took advantage of his vantage from the desk to sneak glances everywhere and begin studying the qualities of each of his temporary companions. Their diverse quirks were especially snicker-worthy. The fashionably late green hooded one, for instance? Yes, he made a grand noisy entrance from the aching Elevator no too long ago. ‘But, erm… Is it supposed to be ticking like that?’ The jester might have applauded if he wasn’t mildly terrified that his only path to the outside may have just been sabotaged by this gent.

The bare-footed woman was of a different nature altogether. As she hung on the green-hooder like they were old chums, Mogwart noted that she had the the toothiest, most wonderful s***-eating grin he had seen in a long while. How comforting that was. No sarcasm intended. Mogwart curled and uncurled his own toes with glee at this discovery of someone who just might appreciate the added importance of feeling the dirt beneath one's feet! He looked forward to possibly stepping on hers later in greeting. Well, assuming she didn't quickly prove to be the time to stomp him to death for his attempts at flattery. ‘Soon, milady. Soon... And ahhhhh, there goes everyone’s favorite flower.’

Mogwart’s grin widened with the slightest bittersweet sort of acknowledgement as a certain overly-dressed fellow glided away from the short gathering near the table just as quickly as he had arrived. ‘As mysterious as ever, I see.’ He couldn’t imagine what the man was doing in a place like this. ‘Not kidnapped again, is he?’ Mogwart suppressed a sneer. In any case, he knew better than to stare directly at that bewitching radiance. He had little cause today to try to regain the fellow’s special attention after all, and any cold-shouldered impartiality Samael offered this day was a blistering blessing he’d gladly accept.

‘Now. How well could I pass this hunk of tree flesh off as some sort of esoteric literature of Lavathor on the black market?’ He had just called out to his fidgeting boss about signing in blood when his metallically inclined friend suddenly handed over the instrument he’d just finished using to sign his name. "Tut! I wager we’ll have plenty of tics on the toc to get acquainted while we’re working. In the meantime…" Mogwart realized he had accepted the object before even knowing what for, but he nodded at the donor after the fact.

Then, not to waste the gift despite the doctor's reply, Mog mimicked how he thought he saw the others sign. 'Success!' His signature came with a lot more senseless swashbuckling, and the end result was anything other than a name. Thankfully legibility wasn’t his intention. 'Aha, and the green-hood goes by Prosperra?' That made two people who had introduced themselves already. Mog was more than obliged to do the same. “Names ARE good start. I am Mogwart of the Smol.”

In two shakes of a tail, he slid to the floor with his stack underarm and tucked the pen behind his ear, with no apparent intention of leaving either trinket behind. The doctor was motioning for them to hurry along, so Mogwart jabbed his elbow in the air beside Skutone in a cheerful gesture. “You heard the boss. Let’s put a good show, ey?” Though he didn’t have positive opinions about stepping back into Elevator’s belly after seeing the various new dents and scrapes of Prosperra's redecoration efforts, Mog was eager to be leaving this dungeon as soon as possible.

He squeezed in near the doctor’s legs to try to stick close to the door and manually wrapped his tail around his waist to keep the other people crowding into the box from standing on it. The sensation of Elevator going deeper into the earth caused the goblin’s stomach to drop another few levels as well; he gave up on any hopes of seeing his beloved sky for some time. When the doors released their crew however, he at last found he could breath a little. To him, the rattling gridded path, broad but twisting cavern, and odd network of cylinders surrounding them here were a vast improvement. ‘Plenty of places to hide.’

He allowed himself to be distracted by the sights for a moment, felt a sudden tingle in his bladder, and was about to turn around to ask their boss very seriously, out of politeness, “Is there one of your fancy human waste rooms down here too, or do we get to pee wherever we…” Elevator slammed shut, shot upwards, and just like that, the lot of them were left to their own devices. Well, mostly. Mogwart blinked unfeelingly at Jeeves-- the small, round, inedible assistant-type-thing that proceeded to relay some sort of instructions in that soulless little voice it had. Elevator had taken the doctor prisoner seemed.

“Is that right? ...Fantastic! Free whizzing it is.” Mog stepped towards the edge of the walkway and fiddled with the strings on his pants as if he had half a mind to do his business right there. He paused though when he considered there might be more exciting places for him to empty his bladder. Like this ‘computer control’ room-- whatever that was. Also, there were other things to consider. In a mischievous mood after the small discomfort he experienced, Mogwart peeked back over his shoulder at the others, “I can’t say I know what a computer control room is, or where we might find it. But say... Do you think he’ll pay us just as much if we make a few detours?”

Indeed. Welcome to Mogwart's guide to how to get fired in five minutes or less.

by **Skultone** Mon Feb 29, 2016 1:15 pm

Finding himself saddled with the goblin wasn’t the most nerve-wracking thing Skultone had ever gone through, though the moment the elevator doors slammed shut and stole Doctor Torada away he felt a band of anxiety squeeze around his chest. Only Mogwort’s cheerful exclamation at the chance to relieve himself wherever he chose reminded Skul that this wasn’t the time to let his emotion get the better of him.

“I don’t think wandering aimlessly through an underground structure where we don’t know if there are weak points or even dangerous areas is exactly a good idea.” Skultone looked over at the floating orb and sighed, walking over to it and hoping whatever AI it had was able to function without the doctor.

He glanced at the others. The elves looked thick as thieves and for a brief moment he was concerned this was some kind of Lavate trap to lure off and kill Aethians. But the way the barefooted elf was dressed and the way she seemed perfectly comfortable with the machinery present in the room gave the impression that perhaps it was all a simple mishap. The nymph hadn’t said a word to anyone as they stood out like a pearl in a cavern. And the goblin…

Skultone wasn’t sure what to make of the goblin to be honest. Mogwort seemed oddly intent on wreaking as much chaos as possible. And while in some situations Skul could appreciate that in such an unknown situation he decided to err on the side of caution. At least the small fellow was friendly enough. “Jeeves, would you lead us to the computer control room? And do you know how to access the computer to assist the doctor?” He tried to project a smile as best he could behind his mask, looking at the others and raising his hands in a placating gesture.

“There’s not much we can do without the doctor’s direction. That’s why we were all hired on, after all.” Skultone placed his palm on his chest and tipped his head to them. “In anycase. I’m Skultone. Hopefully we’ll all get along, but if we can’t please remember we’re going to be down here for who knows how long. Fighting would do nothing but make the entire situation unbearable.” He dropped his hand and glanced back at the floating robot, wishing for just a moment that he was better at machinery than he was.

by **Samael** Mon Feb 29, 2016 1:57 pm

There were small things to be thankful for, but they were few and far between. He took a spot as close to the doctor as He could stand without being rude to one of the others that had come down into this place, His one visible blue eye flickering over them again briefly as they stood in such close proximity. A dozen small details were noted and then He returned His attention to the doctor, and the sensation of the elevator falling into a space that He could not see or know.

When the elevator stopped, everyone filed out of it at the doctors behest. He could not help but hesitate, glancing at the other man with uncertainty that was smothered by the command to leave him. With easy grace He stepped out of the elevator, looking around this new environment for a moment. All of this metal, all of these strange pipes and machines. It all was unfamiliar to him. Not the technology of course, but He rarely saw places such as this from within.

Behind Him, He heard the sound of a curse and turned toward it automatically only to find that the elevator was closing. His blue eye widened in shock, and He moved quickly toward the contraption of metal, hand lifting with the thought to perhaps try and open it in some way but... It was swept up and up, and far beyond His grasp. There was nothing for a moment that He could do to stop His lips from parting, swallowing on reflex with a distant sort of pain in His chest.

By the time His hand fell once more to His side, and His head turned down from the vast emptiness into which the elevator had gone His expression was one of perfect marble. No trace of anything to tell what He felt about being left with these people whom He did not know in a place in which He had no purpose. Yet, in spite of the fact that He stood upon the thick metal mesh platform like some marble statue dressed in fine clothing so out of place here without a trace of emotion, He nearly seemed to radiate a sense of unease and uncertainty.

For a brief moment His eyes fell upon the one who for a time He had been held captive by, but He was not employed by him now. No one here had any reason to know Him at all. He was as lost now as He had been in a strange city market with no way to get back to the places He knew.

“I can’t say I know what a computer control room is, or where we might find it. But say... Do you think he’ll pay us just as much if we make a few detours?”

Perhaps now that he was gone the doctor had no need of any of them. The words were on the edge of His lips to speak, in His eyes for a moment as He looked at the one person here with whom He had any knowledge and held His tongue. It was for the sake of the words that He did not speak that He was glad instantly when another stepped forward to take charge of this situation. The other man's words were only half soothing, but at least now they began to grasp upon the edge of something with which He was more familiar.

He stepped forward toward him, toward the man who's yellow-green eyes were filled with purpose and lifted a pale hand to His own chest. Smoothly He lowered His head in a fall of golden curls to him, lifting it after a brief moment so that His one visible blue eye could meet those fever-bright eyes and hold them for a moment. Then with equal grace He nodded to each of the others in turn, including the one whom He knew from that notable previous encounter.

"I am Samael and..." He hesitated for a moment, then returned His gaze to the other man whom He had offered His introduction to first. "If we were not hired for such maintenance, ...would I still then be welcome to come with you?"

Pink color rose up on His cheeks as if His words had embarrassed Him somehow, but it was likely clear to anyone with eyes that He had not come here for the same kind of work that had drawn the others. His clothing was too fine, the cane in His hand had an ivory knob to match His ivory fingers with an inlay of real gold marbled into its haft. "I was told to remain at the good doctors side but it seems that we have been parted and now... I do not know where to go."

His blue eye slid over those assembled, taking the time to look each pair of eyes entreatingly. Asking without words for assistance, for direction. Every part of Him holding that uncertainty that did not touch His face but which could be felt just the same.

by **Prosperra** Tue Mar 01, 2016 9:37 pm

It would seem his expectations had come to be falsified as he expected the crowd to be quite different. It did do him a few good happy emotions to see his fellow kin of the forest here, when he first stepped foot inside this metallic beast, he expected what he thought the cityfolk would look like: top hats, fancy suits, monocles, and mechanical doodads and trinkets of all kinds, of course made by destroying a part of the world. Mayhap this self proclaimed protector of nature had been given the wrong impression when he last was seen in the cities.

With a hint of magical essence, the wizard of sorts twirled about his staff and made it vanish into thin air. Certainly something such as magic wasn't rare in these parts, but it would be enough to get a few spectators. A thin piece of material etched with what seemed to be tribal spun elegantly; it left behind a few specks of glitter as both ends burned with white until they met at the center and thus vanished from sight. His hands now free, Prosperra placed his focus on the metal doors. A sly curl of the lips signaled a grin coming on, but he had to keep hold of his innocent state, the spirit of the forest would be proud of his doing.

In view of what was happening to the elevator, he hadn't noticed that his shoulders came in contact with another, a friendly soul it'd seem. Ah, I was worried about those doors, do forgive my absent-mind. A warm smile was offered and a nod of the head as he greeted Yume.Apologies, I didn't get your name?

by **Yume** Wed Mar 02, 2016 12:22 am

The recent turn of events was starting to make things interesting. After the elevator took off leaving the group stranded Yume turned her grin to Prospera, his own small upturn of lips not escaping her notice before he skillfully smothered it.
"Yes, I didn't give it, but for you handsome"
She offered him a wink
"I'll offer," Lowering her voice she brought her face close to his ear, as if her words were indented for him only "its Yume."

She gave his shoulder a firm pat before finally releasing her hold completely and moving her arm to rest on her hip.
Looking to the others in the room her gaze landed on the goblin first. His demeanor was amusing, and she found her grin widening further, lips pulling back to expose more sharpened teeth.
"Make all the detours you want little goblin, but don't expect any of us to come looking for you once you get lost. Your dashing good looks wont save you here. Skully is onto something with the it being dangerous bit"
The cyborg had introduced himself but she didn't spare him much more then a glace before the Nymph was asking to come along.
Which Yume considered was a bit odd, why would he ask? Where else was he going to go? it seemed to her an unnecessary question. Perhaps at another time she may have made a snide comment about it, for the time being, she kept her mouth shut. Brushing off the stray thought Yume nodded a yes in affirmation to his question when they locked eyes for the briefest of moments.
"Trapped underground-probably near the center of the earth- with our only known means of return gone. No food, no water, hypothetically only us five reprobates and a floating metal golf ball. "
Her gaze shifted back to Prospera, same grin in place.
"Scary."
She was excited to get to the control room. Interested in what she may be able to access and dig through, but there was no rush. Skultone had already asked Jeeves to lead them all to the control room and all that was left to do for the moment was follow.

by **Jeeves** Wed Mar 02, 2016 3:04 am

After its initial announcement the small round bot that was known simply as Jeeves hovered in midair quietly. Watching those gathered together with the sort of impartiality that could only be achieved by artificial intelligence. As far as that small ball of metal seemed to be concerned they could have stood in the same place for the rest of the year. Though, when one of the members of the odd little party moved toward the edge of the walkway and began disrobing with intent Jeeves beeped at him.

Please use the proper waste facilities for your necessary organic functions

Jeeves whirred and watched as the goblin headed away from the edge and turning when it was addressed by one of the other members of the party. This one had cybernetic enhancements which made him less organically-based than the others. There was a long moment of whirring from the hovering metal bot as it processed the request.

This unit will lead the way to the computer control room
Please follow

Rather than waiting for them the bot immediately buzzed overhead and made its way toward what was more than likely the control room that they were looking for. It did not move slowly, but rather flew along its path at a brisk pace that would quickly create some distance between itself and those following unless they hurried to catch up and did not dally.

Jeeves led the group not forward, but instead to the left-hand path around the machinery. They passed what looked like a waste reciprocal, and headed toward another ramp way that ran parallel to the one they'd been on originally. However rather than there being open empty space and unworked stone walls beyond the ramp, there was a long bank of windows which seemed to be made of a thick glass that had an odd white-silver gleam to it. There was a metal door there, marked with a keypad which Jeeves hovered its way over to immediately.

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This keypad has suffered a malfunction
Please wait while this unit attempts to repair it

The bot hovered much, much closer to the keypad and settled over it, humming loudly as it began whatever operation would repair the keypad so that the door could be opened. Even as Jeeves hummed loudly there was a loud clank from the direction that the group had just come. Then another.

And another.

Metal against metal rattled, ground, and shifted. A scurrying noise like dozens of tiny metal feet scraping. From the path they had only just taken the waste reciprocal had begun hovering nearly a foot up off the ground into the air. All around them on the metal path small multi-legged metal shapes clamored up onto the mesh walkway, each with a single red eye blinking up at them. There were ten of the one-foot wide spider-like machines, all of them with six legs that came to wickedly sharp points. The obviously technologically advanced trash can made an odd gurgling sound like oil beginning to boil. One of the spider-like metal machines beeped.

That was all the warning that the group was given before the whole host attacked.

Three of the spider-like machines launched themselves at Mogwart, another three at Skultone. They clamored over the metal rampart deftly with quick jagged motions trying to jab their sharp legs into any part of a body they could reach. Which largely meant feet with the intention of trying to climb further upwards. Two more of the creatures launched themselves at Samael, while the last pair rushed over one another to attack Prosperra.

While Yume was spared from the onrush of too-large metal spiders, the elf was less lucky than it might have seemed at first. The metal trash unit launched itself at her bodily, trying to bear her to the ground with its sheer size for all that it was little more than three feet tall. It was however unnaturally warm to the touch, and the sound of bubbling and boiling that rose from within it was wholly ominous when added to that fact.

In short order everyone had their hands quite full.

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by **Mogwart** Thu Mar 03, 2016 10:22 pm

‘Aimless? Aye, let’s work with that,’ he thought with a wry smirk to himself and adjusted the stack of paper under his arm. There were rules to getting through life as a coward. Important things to find. People to protect. Although, if he could convince everyone here that he was an reckless ding-dong here only for a good laugh? Ah. THAT would be useful! Nobody kept tabs on the mischief of a harmless local stooge and privacy was sweet. From the rather polite warnings his sincerities earned him, the gob reasoned he was off to a good start. Not that he was trying yet.

He turned away from the railing, less out of deference to Jeeves than his own persistent anticipation of better places to pee. Who knows. Maybe a proper waste facility would just so happen to catch his fancy. Now, to the others’ advise? The vandal tipped his head to the side and half-purred in exaggerated ignorance, “Hmmmmmmmm? Dangerous? I had no idea!” A bit of teasing was there, but that’s all there was to it.

If the raspy gentleman felt safer in taking orders from a floating metal pumpkin, Mog would let him have that much. Then as for the talentedly toothy grinner, Mog had to hand it to milady. She had a, erm-- charmingly --chilling sense of humor. He chuckled under his breath despite his shivers. “Concern duly noted. No fun it is, then.” He straightened up, puffed out his scrawny chest, put on his best no-nonsense impression as he waited for Jeeves and watched the robot zip down the hall.

Follow Mog did, but not nearly in as hurried as a motion as the thing seemed to demand. The others could do what they wanted, but the jester? Even if he was forcing the most seeeeerious of serious frowns, you bet he was going to take his time, smell the metaphorical roses a little, and- oh. Keep a close eye on his surroundings along the way in preference to chasing blindly after said metal pumpkin. The spooky description the woman left them with wasn’t exactly helping him relax the way it echoed in his head.

He decided he was very happy to be himself today. For one, if food and water really did turn out to be that scarce and they ended up having to cannibalize each other, he was willing to bet he would have less qualms about it than the others. ‘T-though, if they aren’t quite as particular as I think they are about how clean their food is, they may just try to eat me first!’ he swallowed hard at the thought of being turned into shish-ka-bob.

…or… Or it could be Samael. Right-right. Flowers make pretty enough dishes. Probably wouldn’t put up much of a fuss either and… Bother. Can’t allow him to die like that.’ Did he really believe the others would harm Samael that way even at the brink of starvation? No. Having things other than his own hide to worry about kept the gob grounded. He told himself he wouldn’t get himself all banged up for the sake of strangers. But a meek and frosty acquaintance? Maybe. Anyhow, Mog kept a wary eye on the pretty people in his band as much as his environment.

He had turned the left corner, heard Jeeves faintly bleeping something about an error at the end of their path up ahead, and had only laid eyes on the large, warmish sort of object [waste reciprocal] up ahead when he saw the thing begin to hover. He stopped where he was and curled his toes against the holes of the gridded walkway, unsure of what to make of it at first. “Lo!” he started to call to the others, “Is the bulging boiling thing supposed to do that?” But was all he got out before his skin prickled at the horrifying sound of many sharp things click-click-clicking from below.

Normally Mog didn’t mind spiders. They were tasty or, if you didn’t eat them, made fine lovely webs to spiff up a terrestrial home. These creatures though were about as big as his head and so unnatural to his eyes, that he didn’t even wait for them to begin chasing him. He turned tail and ran.

Right for the nearest edge of the walkway in fact. He leapt onto the railing, and threw himself off the side into the vast opening of the cavern, but some of the pointy-leggers had successfully scraped at his crooked tail. Had they managed to latch on, no doubt they would have used it to climb what short distance there was his more primary bits. Still. STILL. Mogwart glanced back at his poor aching appendage and twitched an eyebrow. Deadly or not, some enemies were worth crushing.

He took control of the winds around him, balanced himself in the open air a good distance apart from the path, and turned around to face the clicking creatures. Green fingers drummed briefly on his contract. “Here’s an idea. You? Run. I?” Gripping his thick stack of papers with both hands and moving his feet as if skating on the breezes, the wee gob shot towards the pathway once more. He ascended as he approached, arriving 10 feet over the walkway. With an exhale and a singled acrobatic flip on the way down, he dropped himself as hard as he could directly over top the first of his three attackers.

He would attempt to crush that one beneath him. But, regardless of whether it escaped, he used his winds to fluently tumble from his fall, onto his feet, and directly into a series of blood-thirsty bull rushes. “Beat the crocodile crap out of you dastards.” The fat contract he held up in front of him would serve as his cover as, with brute force, he would make multiple attempts to ram and plow both or either of his attackers into the nearest rail, boiling object, or other spider.

He didn’t know whether the metal creatures could scream, but just in case, he was going to work hard to earn a shrieking symphony. If the things weren’t so sharp, he considered that he could have grabbed one to try to beat the other to death with. Also? Through the chaos of everything his co-workers might be doing, he thought he spotted a few creepy-crawlers trying to maim the golden flower of the gang as well. Mog at least had faith that the elves and Skultone would be able to fend for themselves, but darn these spooky insects anyway. Darn them to the depths. “Disrespect the tail AND target chase the pretties, will you? Ragh! I’ll have your legs.”

by **Skultone** Sat Mar 05, 2016 9:43 am

The nymph wasn’t one of the workers then. Skultone didn’t know why the doctor had decided to bring an assistant that was obviously not equipped to take over for him but in the end that wasn’t a concern he could find reason to dwell on. “I don’t think any of us would leave you here to wait if you wanted to come with, Samael.” His eyes narrowed in a smile no one could see, and he nodded his head forwards as the silver orb shot off into the darkness.

“Let’s go. At the very least the doctor will be able to find us through Jeeves.”

There had been an overwhelming sense of relief when Jeeves had begun accessing the panels to get them to the computer room. Skultone hadn’t thought he was claustrophobic until there were several miles of stone and darkness between him and the surface where air was fresh and there was a sun to warm you. It didn’t help that none of the people here save the elves seemed interested in being companionable. The nymph was pleasant but distant and the goblin…

Well. He seemed friendly at least.

Skultone had been standing rigidly straight, eyes taking in the cavern behind him and the odd bunch of people as they made their ways towards the panels. The goblin was dead set on making a mess and all Skultone could do was sigh and shake his head over the matter. At least none of them were actually responsible for this. They were only trying to follow directions. Though the way the blond elf spoke made Skultone eye him warily.

In the end he didn’t even have time to question any of them on what they could do that had brought them to this odd job. The robot blared out an error message and Skultone felt cool fingers digging into his spine. “Jeeves, what-”

The metallic clanking of many limbs had Skultone turning and shifting his posture and desperately wishing for his military kit. Then it was too late, and the machines swarmed out of the darkness and began to attack them. “Stay together!” He shouted, catching Mogwort launching himself off the side of the walk way just as three of the little monstrosities launched themselves at him.

With a curse Skultone shifted and tried to circle around so that he was closer to the others, his metal hand heating up as he focused and dodged little metal claws. One rushed him, stabbing down on his right foot in an attempt to disable him. He narrowed his eyes and slammed his fist down onto it, a crackling noise searing through the air from his fist as it impacted with it. There was an acidic scent in the air from hot metal impacting on metal but he was used to it.

The next machine was trying to take advantage of his open back to scale him but he swung backwards, catching and sending the scurrying beast away so that he could slip his right foot under the last and kick it backwards as well. His thin strip of long hair stuck to his neck and forehead as he began to sweat from his own magic, the heat in his cybernetic hand making the metal begin to glow a rosy pink color.

He could already see that the nymph would be the weak link in this situation, and with a soft curse he began to make his way over towards him, shifting and knocking back each mechanical spider as it scuttled back towards him. “Samael, if you can’t fight then keep your back to one of us!” Mog was battering away at his enemies and seemed to have had the same idea, and Skultone nodded his head towards the grimy but well meaning fellow before grasping one of the spiders terrorizing the gold and ivory man and hurling it off of the railing. He shook some of the hair out of his eyes and looked around him, trying to see if the others were in any better shape.

by **Samael** Sat Mar 05, 2016 5:23 pm

One of the members of the group He had been left with nodded just a little to Him. Purple-blue hair glinting with unusual color in the lighting which was static and mechanical. He could make little of the unusual clothing, white over-shirt with black slacks and of all things a tomato-toned cape. While His own extravagant dress was understandable given that He was not here with the same purpose of these others, He knew less what to make of clothing such as that in a place like this. Though those that His previous captor wore were just as out of place. He knew though that these were at least what he normally wore.

It was a notable lack of effort to dress accordingly to the reason they were meant to be here.

More comforting were the actual words given by the one who had seemingly taken charge of this group. There was a natural bearing there. In the line of shoulders and the straightness of his spine which said without words that this position was not one that was so unusual. Though He was inclined to linger to the rear of the group, the further that they followed the hovering robot the more He found Himself drawing nearer to those yellow-green eyes.

Of all of those here this other man seemed most likely, save perhaps the one who had kidnapped Him before. Which was an experience which He could not allow to be replicated here in this place. Even if He was trapped here for now, He was here with a purpose, and it would not be served by His becoming slave to the goblin.

Unless there were need. Unless there was no other way.

As they reached the door He moved closer to the robot, blue eyes flickering over the group as He waited. Unease made His stomach shift, but it could not touch His pale features by any measure.

There was a low rattling sound, metal against metal as creatures formed of that material poured upwards over the platform they stood upon. Red eyes blinked and He blinked back at them without understanding their purpose until without further warning they were moving quickly toward Him. He stepped back of course, to let the small things past Him, but they were moving toward Him still and His back hit the door which was still not open.

His one visible blue eye widened as they purposefully skittered closer. From the corner of His eye He could see that He was not the only one that these things had such an interest in. One of the spiders clambered up his boot, the other making swiftly up the side of His cane. Without thought He dropped the cane, standing as still as He reasonably could in the hopes that they would leave Him alone. Paralyzed by not knowing what to do.

“Samael, if you can’t fight then keep your back to one of us!”

The voice lifted His head and He nodded urgently, fear clear in His eye though His features were remarkably calm. He could feel it though, fear pouring out of every part of Him like a wave of nearly physical sensation. One hand reached forward, prying the spider that was cresting His knee. If not for the solid leather of His boots and the timely intervention that sent the machine away from Him... He turned immediately, without question pressing the line of His back to that of the one who had told Him to do so. "Like this?"

His voice was breathless, His blue eyes flickering from one machine to another. Already the one that had climbed up His cane was showing disinterest in it and looking at Him once more. "Sweet Goddess what is wrong with them?" Was it purposeful? As the machine moved toward Him, His right hand fell to the hip of the man whom stood now behind Him, grasping gently but firmly. "It is coming back!"

Fear was rolling off of Him in waves. There was no where to run. They were machines and He could not convince them in some way to go elsewhere, to do something other than harm Him. He did not know what to do.

by **Prosperra** Tue Mar 08, 2016 6:48 pm

Apologies on the delay friends. Had a busy schedule. Should be on point from this point on though, no more overtime. /o/ <3 Lemme know if you have any questions about my post(s).

There was such elegance in the act of whispering. Whether it was from the winds, the trees, or even the varying races that occupied this large world, hearing whispers brought about the hairs of his body to stand. Was it something of pleasure? Or maybe delicate secrets giving sense of importance and trust? Regardless of it all, as Yume drew close and whispered her name, the hermit of the forest felt goosebumps rolling down his body followed by an innocent smile. "Such a nice name. It is well suited." He complimented before his attention was brought to the whirring of Jeeves as the group made way to a new location.

A quick glance at the current room they were in, Prosperra would seek out something to mess with before taking his leave. With a quick motion of his arms, his staff was returned to him but this time he intended to keep it with him as if a walking stick. "Ah, moving on quickly I see." Before his leave, the bottom of his staff found a panel to whack, quite the stubborn material as not even a scratch was left. "My my, quite the sturdy piece of equipment."

A futile attempt at more damage but it was nothing to lose determination over; this place would see some vandalism and the forests around the world would find their vengeance sated. It was a bit of a surprise to see someone so care-free to have such a mood for destruction, but alas the world would die to the machines, or so he feared, and thus was something worth fighting for. But all that would hopefully come later, it was time to advance in this adventure.

He kept close to the group, he had no intention to worry about the minor things. He tried to keep behind the group, somewhat separated. As they advanced, the halls they walked through echoed with clanks as he pressed down his staff with every other step. A feeling of danger turned his stomach, only growing as they progressed deeper in the building. The feeling was so strong almost reaching the point of pain. His eyes landed on Jeeves as it seemed to rush through the halls. Within moments, the elf found himself surrounded by glass. He didn't need to experiment with this one, he knew his staff wouldn't be enough to shatter them. He would bide his time, the right moment would surely present itself.

Without much time to study his surroundings, a certain beeping that signaled danger reached his ears. His eyes widened with a bit of shock as he saw spider like devices summoned and ordered to go on the offensive. His staff would twirl in one hand and be passed to the other as he got into a fighting stance. One arm was pointed outward, his thumb, index, and middle fingers pointed up; The other was occupied with the staff, folded behind his back."The first strike goes to the enemy." The elf found the battlefield to be a bit cluttered, he didnt' know whether to help defend the others or to strike - maybe a bit of both?

The fear in his gut would turn into adrenaline, a glint of confidence glazing over his blue hues. He looked on to his side where he found Skulltone making attempts to protect Samael, who seemed defenseless. "Protego!" A touch of blue sparked from his wooden staff as it formed in a static current that spiraled up his staff and onto his arm. Soon, electricity ran up his shoulder and traveled swiftly to the next and found it upon the tips of his fingers that were pointed up. He quickly gestured over to Samael as a current of electrical magic formed a static aura of defensive properties around Samael. Since Skulltone was in direct contact, the defensive spell would affect him too. It was a skill to shock any opposing force who dare strike them, an offensive barrier if you will. Of course, focusing on the two of them left him blindsided for just a moment as two spiders were let loose on Prosperra. Twirling about his staff once more, he found himself leaping into the air, avoiding one but taking a scratch from the other. Very little blood dropped to the floor as he distanced himself from the two spiders. "I suppose I no longer need to be discreet. Inflatus!" The blue static that remained on his staff would turn to a crimson red as it condensed on the tip of his weapon and shot out arrow-like projectiles, two in count, aimed for each of the spiders that were on him.

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by **Yume** Fri Mar 11, 2016 4:11 pm

Yume followed the floating orb just as the others had. Hadn't made any additional comments until the clacking sound started and the small spider like metal creatures attacked.
At the site of the other four being accosted by the robots however, she could not contain her amusement. It took much of her willpower not to point and erupt in obnoxious laughter but she simply did not have enough to contain it all. She still laughed but was proud of herself for not pointing.
"AHAHHA! n-need some-some h-help-g-guys AHAHAHA!!"
She was cackling so hard she was having trouble composing coherent sentences and her breathing was becoming labored. So caught up in her own amusement she was definitely to distracted to notice the odd floating trash can.
"M-maybe I should AHAHHA-call HAHAHA- call an exterminator! I'd help you out- but-uh. I C-cant break a nail!! AHAHAH--OOOOUUUFF!!"

Something short and very solid collided with her back effectively topping her to the ground face first and knocking all reming air straight out of her lungs.
The immediate shock of the attack wore off quickly as she began to feel a extreme heat seep through her layers of clothing.
"AARRRGGGHHHH!!!Get the S*** OFF ME YOU-"

The struggle was fierce and violent as Yume attempted to gain some purchase with her left arm, either to lift herself up or somehow fling the machine off but as her flailing continued the heat was growing. The direct contact was slowly beginning to burn at her back and the smell of smoking hair began to waft its way to her nostrils.
M-My HAIR! oh you second hand Swedish maid goat F***er!!"
Many colorful and exuberant curses followed before Yume curved her spine backwards, placed both bare feet on either side of the receptacle.
"I SAID GET OFF!"
and flung it off her body with a great deal of force.
Though she was not facing the same direction nor could she see from her position face down on the floor she heard a crash and could only assume she tossed it far enough to hit something.
A small part of her subconscious was kind of hoping she hit the other Elf, though she wasn't to sure why, but more rationally she actually hopped she got one or more of the spiders. She knew Mogwart was fighting a few somewhere behind her so she figured it was not improbable.

She couldn't let herself relax yet. Her feet where definitely seared, she could feel the uncomfortable burning pain on both soles, and she had to get up and make sure the thing wasn't coming back or that the spiders weren't after her next.
Not wasting any more time then a deep inhalation of breath allowed Yume lifted herself onto her left arm and balanced her body atop the single appendage. She surveyed the room quickly in her upside-down orientation before bending her body to get back on to her feet however painful that was going to be.

by **Jeeves** Fri Mar 11, 2016 7:43 pm

In short order chaos had taken form, though in some places the chaos was more complete than in others.

The spider-like robots that had taken Mogwart as their target skittered after him as the goblin ran. Even when he launched himself off of the railing they were not deterred. They beeped at him angrily from the edge where they had nearly caught up and had at least caused some injury to his tail, one of them even going so far as to launch some kind of white net at him which did not hit, but certainly could have caused him great difficulties with flying if it had.

Almost in seeming retaliation the goblin neatly landed directly on top of the same spider-bot which had dared to threaten him, putting the full force of his weight on top of the thing. As it was made of metal the spider did not simply fold beneath the pressure, but its legs did give out and several small sparks flickered from where disconnected wires tried without success to send their impulses to appendages that would no longer obey them.

His attempts to bowl the small spider bots that were chasing after him proved to be far less effective however. At least if his point was to hit them. They skittered around him with sharp jagged movements evading his best efforts to simply run into them. Even the one he'd managed to land on was twitching, trying to limply move its body over the metal grating that served as a floor with admittedly little success. One thing that Mogwart's tireless running did succeed in however was keeping the two remaining spiders trailing him from successfully reattaching themselves to some appendage or another. Which prompted one of them to shoot yet another net at him in the hopes of slowing the goblin down.

Skultone perhaps fared better at his efforts, choosing a more direct route to deal with the mechanical menaces. He managed to hit one that came close enough to him for it, and it like the one that Mogwart had managed to land upon sparked as its legs collapsed under the weight put upon it. Save that when his fist pulled back the machine's body was warped on the top in the shape of his knuckles, the metal showing a slightly more rosy color than it had before his strike. The second was sent flying from him and back across the room, but it like the second he kicked managed to land nimbly on their pointy legs, already scurrying back with hardly a scratch to show for their short flight through the air.

It was much the same for the one he managed to knock away from Samael, the thing landing on its back but managing to wiggle its way back onto its proper footing. Certainly neither of the spiders that were intent on attacking him seemed much dismayed, simply regaining their footing before returning to the fray.

Before they - any of the spider-bots could reach the pair now standing back-to-back, a wall of sizzling electricity rose up around them. Thankfully for at least a moment the creatures did not seem inclined to throw themselves into the obvious threat, but nor could either man move much without risking their own bodies against the force now keeping them constrained. In fact, any small motion could have easily forced one of them into that which was meant to protect them, and considering Skultone's metallic limbs... that was a particularly dangerous prospect.

Still, both the men were safe for the moment, at least until that magic faded or some other force dispelled it, but in truth Prosperra's second attack was perhaps the more dangerous of the two. The mechanical spiders were far to quick for the ranged attack, but beneath their ever-moving feet was a grated floor made of metal, and the electrical attack which the mage put forth was conducted along the whole length and breadth of the metal everyone was standing upon.

Both of the injured spiders let loose massive bouts of electricity, and one more besides the one that was closest to the origin of the spell at the time. All three of them suddenly ceased to move, red eyes growing dim. The electrical conduit seemed to pass over the others, but without enough effect to cause them to overload.

Yume, who had been ambushed by the trash can seemed initially to fare ill against her attacker, but her counter sent the machine crashing to the metal floor only moments after Prosperra's electric attack passed through the metal. Tilting over onto its side caused some manner of yellowish liquid, boiling hot to spill out of it, dripping through the holes in the grating. The can clicked twice and flames burst from its lid, oil and fire spouting from inside of it in every direction. Where the oil landed it caught fire immediately and burned fiercely. Mogwart would not be joining the rest of the group via a land route.

Somehow the can managed to right itself, but now its lid was blown clean off, and bubbling oil roiling with flames spilled out of it as it lumbered more slowly toward its originally intended victim.

It was a strange mix of victory and ever-growing danger, and this threat was punctuated by the window just to the right of the door that Jeeves was trying to unlock suddenly becoming transparent. Anyone who could spare a moment to look through the massive thing could easily see what seemed to be some manner of a hospice room, but that was not what was most notable about it. What was, was the man who was standing at the window, banging on the glass with his fist.

His voice was muffled by the thick material that the window was made of, but he definitely saw them through it, and pounded all the harder. "Help! Help! Please-" The man's efforts to make himself heard through the glass were cut off when his other arm - a mechanical arm suddenly turned on him, grabbing him by the throat and forcing him to the floor.

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by **Mogwart** Mon Mar 14, 2016 1:39 pm

WELL NOW! Things were going grandly, weren’t they? Lots of laughing and screaming. Lots of zapping. Then again, Mogwart’s stomach flipped at least three times since this little scrap of theirs began. Some people were trained fighters with all the years of experience under their belts and deadly techniques to show for it. Others were naturally talented in battle, surviving more on instinct, wit, and all of the blessings nature bestowed on them. The wee jester? Er. He was pretty convinced he was neither of these. ‘Run, I told them. Beat the croc out of em, I said. What was I thinking?’ the whiner sniffed as he glided through another charge that missed the insects yet again. So much for his stroke of confidence.

‘If I wanted them to stand still and let me hit them, I ought to have asked that nice-n-politely instead. And—oh, I don’t know. Say- offered them snail cakes and mossdew tea.’ His breezes continued rustled around him as he glanced back at the creatures still stubbornly in pursuit. Chasing. Always chasing. He hated being chased almost as much as he hated having sharp metal bits jabbed into him. Almost. With that in mind, Mog made another turn. He might tire himself out at this rate, but he wasn’t about to stand around waiting for death to catch up to him any time soon.

As he bounded forwards this time, he launched into a high front flip to avoid he tripping over the on clicky-wiggler he had somehow partially disabled by landing on previously. Mog was, in fact, a tad surprised it hadn’t gotten back up so easily. Sharp though those sinister legs may be, apparently they weren’t very strong, or rather- mechanisms holding them in place weren’t as resilient as they looked. Not to say Mogwart could even begin to fathom how complicated these clockwork creatures had to be to function, but in the least the more he watched the critters scurry, the more he wasn’t beginning to get the gist of it.

It was times like these that he was extremely grateful that his one true talent in a fight was running away. For, though he had perhaps been too busy fleeing the earlier to spot where the first net they cleverly launched at him came from, but the gesture would not be lost on him twice. Oh no. In fact, one of spiders shot a fresh tangle of silk at him in the middle of his flip. His eyes narrowed minutely in recognition as the shadows of the webbing spread at him. Immediately he began working his body in the air and thewinds around himself to adjust for this surprise.

The aim wasn’t perfect, but well. Neither was the goblin’s evasion, as- for all his trying -part of the it still SPLAT him directly in his face. Oops? ‘Frog livers and toadstools, not again. I hate hate hate hate haaaaaaaate nets. Gack! Bleh!’ He could have panicked externally. Could have flapped his arms around on impulse the way he wanted to make the situation a thousand time worse. Fortunately however, the wee goblin was so well acquainted with being tangled and virtually at the mercy of his violent captors, that he knew better.

The heavy stack of papers plunked to the floor, but he otherwise managed to feign some level calmness as his subtle rippling winds helped him helped receive the folding net. He wouldn’t be able to stop it from snaring him for a moment, but he knew how to minimize the tangling. In seconds, the aerial acrobat whirled an whirled his whole form skillfully to wrap the net neatly around just his upper half, with a result like the twisted end of a candy wrapper. Yes, all of this he achieved in the span of that single long leap. The end of which placed him in a dubious hover near the edge of the walkway again.

In the middle of his spin, he had heard the deadly crackle of something like a storm from somewhere further head, but it wasn’t until he was right-side up again that he glimpsed the red crackling current surging across the pathway. Again, it was his tail that seemed to be getting him in trouble today. For though his hovering feet weren’t an issue, his stripy appendage still brushed the grid enough that he got a feisty little z-z-ZAP out of the bargain anyway. “HssSSssSSss!” a cobra-like hiss strained through Mog’s teeth and he recoiled away from the grid completely.

Netting? Then getting shocked? Today just wasn’t his day. The good news?
The walkway was still under him enough that when he lost focus over his wind spell for a moment, he had something to land on. The bad news? That was about all the distracted gob managed to achieve before one of the two sliders finally caught up with him, jumped at, and began clamoring all over him. Again, this goblin was not very large at all. Between the unexpected force of that one foot-wide metal creature landing on him and his startled step backwards, it was more than enough to send both of them barreling over the edge.

Pointy bits jabbed at his thigh, his stomach, and very quickly- his neck as they fell a good distance down into the cavern before Mogwart frantically gathered his winds to catch himself. He cut lip biting through the net at one of those the legs to hold it in place, just to keep it from digging out his eyes, and took a few sharp-and-awkward jabs to his ears and a shoulder for his efforts. He disregarded the sizzling sounds of the walkway above and the yellowish liquid that dripped like rain a short distance away. He cared more for his own blood, which was beginning pool in dark droplets across his body for all that the spider was trying to turn him into a pin-cushion.

It stung. But he wouldn’t allow it to gouge him any more than this. With another controlled, windy whirl, the gob skillfully unraveled himself enough from his net to free his arms that he may pry a pair of the spider’s legs off of himself. Then, with all the brutish spite he could muster, he kicked it away, towards the drips of yellow. He didn’t particularly care where it landed actually, so long as it didn’t make its way back to him. He would have more cuts on his hands to show for his struggle later. For now, he snapped his attention back upwards and in case he needed to get out of the way of any other nasty surprises.

He couldn’t see very well what was going on with the rest of his company from where he was, but from the peculiar lights and flickers coming from above, it looked like part of the walkway was on fire? And some manner of an electric bubble brewed around where he though he had last spotted Samael. ‘Now that doesn’t look pleasant.’ Mogwart could have chuckled, but stifled roughly on the back of his hand as he wiped the blood from his lips. Just once, he also inhaled and exhaled deeply, a disciplined spell effort to measure his heavier breathing so that it didn’t throw the air he controlled within himself out of balance as well. One fall was enough for today already, thank you.

The remains of the net over his head? He worked off of him as he began his caper back upwards through the expanse, towards where the rest of his company battled. He also took care that he avoided bringing any more unwanted passengers with him. Likely his third spider would figure out how to chase him beyond the flaming walkway on its own anyhow. “Many pardons there, milords! Couldn't hold it anymore. Had to take a leak. Anything interesting happen while I was--?” he started to say as he breached the level of the walkway enough to begin to see what was really going on, but stopped to gawk when he realized things on this end were even crazier than he imagined.

Including the fellow inside the--- dome type thing? Huh. He’d never seen a house like that before. “…By the by, any thoughts on why the man is strangling himself? Anyone?” Mogwart scrunched his brows. To be honest, the only one not seeming to be in some sort of distress right now was Jeeves, although Mog didn’t quite understand what it was trying to accomplish either. Something about trying to show them into the control room? Anyhow, from the goblin’s perspective, the thing didn’t look terribly busy. So it occurred to the green chatterbox that maybe he might as well ask it a few things. Yes, in the middle of a battle. Yes, he was serious.

Because hey. Talking to it had worked out well for his masked companion, hadn’t it? Samael wasn’t keeling over yet from the looks of it, so he would leave the flower alone for a moment as he skated on his breeze to approach the doctors helpful assistant-type-whatzit. “Annnd what is our flying metal pumpkin up to? Lo, there!” He would attempt to casually knock-knock his knuckled against the Jeeve’s side in hopes of getting its attention without having to punt it, because that wall his first instinct towards the perfectly round floating ball.

In consideration for the bot as his boss’ friend however, Mog refrained. “Now call me crazy, but... You’re a round metal thing? Those are round metal things? Methinks you ought to have a go at talking to them. Get them to stop bleeding us, ey?” He gestured generally at the spiders. If there was a precise way people were supposed to speak to robots, Mogwart wouldn’t know. Though if there was anything useful about the pumpkin other than its talent for guiding them into this sort of trouble, the jester intended to find out.

by **Skultone** Wed Mar 16, 2016 3:14 pm

It was chaos. With the blond nymph attached to his back Skultone couldn’t really fight freely. But this was better than letting someone who was unable to help in the fight stand alone and get mobbed. For all Skultone had told them to try and stay together everyone had moved off on their own to fight so none of them could really work together. It was frustrating for him, but what could he do? This wasn’t a war-zone, and these weren’t soldiers.

He felt the nymph- Samael- grasp his waist in fear and spared a glance over his shoulder to see the two ‘bots they had knocked back scurrying towards them once again. Cursing he shifted and grabbed Samael around the middle, bodily pushing him closer to the wall of glass and metal where Jeeves still floated idly by. “Sorry,” He managed before the blond elf shouted something. Electricity danced around him and he froze, pulling back his left arm and glancing wildly around as he and Samael were effectively trapped.

“What do you think you’re doing you idiot? Everything here is meta-” Skultone’s words were cut off as Prosperra let loose with another attack, electrifying the floor and everything on it. Skultone screamed. A rough sound that was suddenly muffled as his respirator shut off. The low level pulse of power was enough to force all of his cybernetics to shut down, his arm and foot suddenly becoming led weights that made him stumble back against Samael.

Everything hurt in an instant that lingered like fire on his tongue. Phantom limbs he hadn’t felt in years suddenly aching and tingling and making him gasp out and choke as no oxygen was pulled through his mask. His arm and foot he knew would eventually turn back on, though he wouldn’t know how much damage had been done until they did. His mask...

He dropped to his knees and wrenched it off, taking deep gulps of air and looking around wildly at a situation he had no control over. The goblin was back and trying to get Jeeves to answer him. There was a man beyond the glass crying out as his own arm choked him. Prosperra seemed to be holding his own against the spider robots and the last elf had pulled herself to her feet and seemed to be in one piece. Which just left Samael, pressed against him as the cage they were trapped in continued to hum with power.

“Have to… get through the... door.” He rasped out the words between breaths, his metal hand limp and his flesh one keeping him from unbalancing and touching the electricity. If they wanted to have any chance escaping the fire that was spreading it was through that door, into another unknown where a man was being strangled.

by **Samael** Wed Mar 16, 2016 9:19 pm

Everything seemed to be utter chaos. People were running around, machines clamoring in resonate click-click-clicks. Fingers grasped Him around His waist and He turned toward the one touching Him, allowing Himself to be moved. Even so He stumbled a bit, the motion too fast and His body too uncertain of where it was being directed. He managed to keep His balance and if He had not He might have slammed bodily into the electrified wall that sprung up around Him. One blue eye widened at the sight of the wall for just a moment. They were trapped. Safe from the machines that He could see just beyond the electricity but there was nowhere for them to go.

The scent of ozone was nearly overpowering over the more subtle smell of metal being heated. At His side the one who had so quickly moved Him yelled, irritably trying to get the attention of the one who had put up the barrier but those same words were cut off.

He felt it the moment it happened though He could not have said what the source was. Electricity poured sharply up from the ground. It stole His breath for an instant, and made the tiny hairs that were not captured by ringlets try to cling to His face. Not a single sound left Him, His body tensing slightly. It burned particularly where the metal fingers touched His waist. Where His own fingers had lingered as if the contact deepened the pulse.

Then just as quickly it was gone, leaving Him breathless but the man trapped with Him far more so. Without hesitation He offered support, His own hands wrapping around the body of the much thinner man. He could feel the uneven weight. Where one arm weighed more heavily than it should. The way that he favored his right foot. The other man was choking on His own breath.

He dropped to his knees and He let that weight bear Him down as well. They were huddled in the middle of this ring of electricity. The other man took off the mask that covered his mouth and gasped for air. Even without it the effort seemed to help far less than it should. Gently He shook His head. "We are trapped... I can not help him. Nor can you. Please..."

Gently He shifted His body, trying with firm fingers to coax the other man to obey Him. Enough for them to look eye to eye. Yellow-green eyes to one blue one filled uncertain concern in a face that held nothing else. "Lay down. I can help you breathe. You can do nothing if you pass out."

Golden lashes lowered for a moment, framing that blue so that it was like looking at a sapphire through a lattice of the thinnest metal. More firmly He pressed, pushed. He had more strength than it might have seemed He had, and with the other man weighed down by the metal that could not be used it was not impossible to encourage him to lay down. Then it was a simple thing to straddle the man who had been trapped with Him, fingers moving deftly to spill buttons open so quickly that it happened before their passing could be noted. Before the thought to truly stop Him could rise to mind His fingers were pressed against skin. Sliding with knowledge over muscle to the side, to just beneath the diaphragm.

There was not magic in it, or if there was it was not magic He was aware of. It was simple physiology. With a strong press He forced the air out of the other man's lungs to clear the airways and relieve the pressure built up inside. After a moment of intense discomfort, he would be able to breathe again.

For a time.

He looked down at the other man, at an olive-toned complexion and the crest of raven dark hair that marked his head. Though He had not failed to see what lay beneath the clothing that had been moved aside He did not look at them. Did not even seem to notice them. All that held His gaze were yellow eyes viewed through the haze of His own golden lashes.

"Better?"

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by **Prosperra** Sun Mar 20, 2016 4:49 pm

The recent chain of events would occur in a slower motion through Prosperra's perspective. From placing his barrier up to sending his bolts of magic out, he witnessed the wrongs he had committed. Lightning reflected off his ocean blue hues, a worried facial expression forming as his attack caused more trouble than help. His magical bullets would explode onto the floor, completely missing his targets and in turn a surge of electricity would spread over the floor. The wizard didn't know any better, he wasn't much familiar with the conductivity of metal.

Creeping lightning threatened the hermit, his own spell backfiring on him. He wasn't quick enough. The contact started with the soles of his feet as a powerful shock bolted across his body. In attempts to escape, he aimed to go airborne using his weapon to press off the floor. He only needed a few moments to his thoughts, to better understand the new battlefield. His mind scattered as he noted every angle of the fight, the things of importance were the spiders and the strange man who was taken down behind the glass, oh and also that electricity was bad against this setting.

"This is a troublesome situation. I must remember to apologize." Gaining a bit of distance from it all, the Wizard landed against the wall across from the man behind the glass, the two spiders that were originally on him were now to his right. He pondered on attempting another strike, but this time around he would stick to melee. With a murmur, his staff would glow with a magical essence as he got into a fighting stance.

He was hopeful the spiders would follow him, either strike them down and move forward or dodge them and aim for that glass window. It seemed that the events behind the glass were important to this place, maybe getting there would reveal some answers.

by **Yume** Thu Mar 24, 2016 2:15 am

The moment she had taken to view the world upside down gave Yume enough notice to what was about to happen.
With no means of elevating herself off the ground for an extended period of time and with very little time to react she would have most definitely been hurt by the surge of electricity had she not shared in the same elemental ability.

With no other choice she remained with both feet painfully planed on the floor and redirected the current through her body and out her now outstretched left hand. Aiming for a natural rock surface along the cave wall in an attempt to not have the same mistake happen twice.

"WHHOOOOOOOOOWHHEEEEEEE!"

She bellowed once the foreign current of electricity finished its route through her body. The maneuver had spared her a painful jolt, but left a residual tingling and a strange sort of increased energy.

"THAT WAS BETTER THEN COCAINE! gottadoitagainsometime"

Ready to get back to her original threat she squared off with the trash can to track its slow approach. Molten Oil was burning all around it, and more was leaking out of it. Not wanting to chance electrifying the entire floor, again, her last option was that of a melee attack and the idea of approaching it to try and strike was VERY unappealing.
'Best case scenario I melt my tits off, worst case...prob my face? maybe my hand, think loosing my hand would be worse than my face. Unless I lost my eyes...OH or my tongue, OH GOD NO. I wouldn't be able to talk!?! What a trage-'
Yume silenced her meandering thoughts once the receptacle was in her mentally appointed 'Danger Zone'
Some of the burning oil was likely to drip or splash out, and she really didn't want to burn her feet any more than they already were.

Yume could tell it was close to a metaphorical death, it was damaged and could overload any second. It was either stall until it did so or have someone else take care of it and she didn't want to play a waiting game.

Skultones predicament had not escaped her attention, Nor had the zero fighting skills of Samael who was busy with the cyborg anyway. And With the electrical abilities of both herself and Prosperra to risky to use the little Goblin was really the best option for taking care of the receptacle.

"Yeah, Balls to this."
Using her defensive ability, she jolted away, seemingly teleporting over to where Mog and now Prosperra resided.

She aimed to reappear slightly above one of the offending metal arachnids, and in preparation had drawn her sword and aimed to strike. With the help of gravity she had her sword pointed downwards in an attempt to impale the bot straight through. If it had time to dart away or had a counter attack ready it didn't much matter, she was on alert and was ready to try her darnedest to react accordingly.

Mogwart was talking to Jeeves, she supposed it wasn't a terrible idea to see if he could stop the machines but she wasn't going to count on that.

"Hey, if the golf ball doesn't want to help out think you could do me a solid Handsome? Blow that mother F***ing tin SH** bucket away." She nodded in the direction of the flames for emphases.

by **Jeeves** Thu Mar 24, 2016 12:43 pm

One green hand landed heavily on the metal body that was the bot known as Jeeves. There was no responding echo which proved that Jeeves was for all his ability to float about like a bit of cotton, not hollow. At first the machine did not respond to Mogwart's words, but the strange glowing fixture that made up Jeeves eye rotated and the robots hollow voice echoed up at Mogwart.

Unlocking procedure suspended

Jeeves rotated again, pulling himself away from the keypad and whirring upwards into the air. There was a low humming noise echoing from the bot as it surveyed the chaos that until now it had been ignoring. Spiderlike machines attacking at whim, waiting patiently to fling themselves at the 'maintenance crew', the sparking shield which was beginning to fail, and the trash can where it spewed oil and fire all over the grating.

Extermination units 145A 263B 342C 967D 767E 132F 543G 359H 977I 724J
Waste Reciprocal unit 762B
These units are malfunctioning
Running repair program

The robot hummed louder, but for the immediate future its repair program seemed perhaps to be in progress rather than actively running because the bots that were able were still viciously attacking. Namely the ones left far across the grating used their thin legs to clamor up the guard rail and gamely making after Mogwart once again. In the same way the spider bots that Prosperra had left in his wake scurried around the shield which was now at last collapsing and freeing those bots to attack now as well.

Yume landed heavily beside Prosperra, her sword cutting through the spider-like robot like meat on a skewer. It's little legs waved around uselessly as sparks flew from where it had been punctured, but it seemed quite disabled as she turned her attention on Mogwart.

She was right to be concerned about the oil-spewing trash can. It was still lumbering after her determinedly. It was glowing yellow and dull red toward the outer edges of its metal form, and the rattling noise that came from it was far from comforting. It made it another five feet to where Yume had been standing originally... And exploded.

Oil and bits of metal and fire spewed in every direction. The explosion was so forceful that it rocked the entire walkway. The trash can itself was more of a hollow shell than anything in the wake of its reaction, a pile of metal burning to blackened shapeless mass in the midst of the oil. Those closest to the explosion were in the most danger from it. Oil was easily ignited by the flames that were now rising up in spots everywhere. Metal thrown by the force of the explosion was deadly. One piece ricocheted off of Jeeves who seemed to be sporting some kind of force field since it bounced harmlessly off of him with a roil of blue energy. Yet another struck the window that held the hapless man beyond it with enough force to embed within it. Two feet worth of metal protruded from what was obviously not glass but rather some other material that looked like it instead. Where the metal protruded from the glass almost seemed to look like a grid, filaments of conductive material flickering where they could no longer connect and turning white though the rest of the glass remained opaque.

The one so-called extermination unit that was chasing Mogwart had been knocked off of the guardrail by the explosion, barely managing to save itself from falling the unknowable distance down into the darkness beneath the walkway by grabbing onto the rail with its web and climbing back up that way. Meanwhile the oil and fire were eating away at the super-heated metal. It whined and groaned and the whole walkway gave a little shift as if not entirely certain that it was going to continue to hold its own weight in the way it had. Those closest to the window at least seemed mostly safe. That portion of the walkway was supported by beams from beneath where the walkway connected to the rock wall.

Repair program loaded
A̸̷C͘͞Ţ͝IV҉̷͢ATĘ͢͞ Repair program

Jeeve's words seemed to again have no effect on the robots gamely attacking the group. However the one beside Yume's foot which she had stabbed wiggled, and across the flame-burdened walkway the others which had been fried or squashed shifted, reactivating themselves and dragging their forms together. Sparks flew from where any two of them could reach one another.

It seemed that they were indeed repairing - one another.

Where the dead trash can lay amid the flames it gave an ominous little clink.

Just Jeeves

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