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Subject: Re: Super Thu Dec 10, 2015 4:11 am

I'm a little peeved that I botched my own joke, but he seems to have gotten it regardless so I'm content to raise my helmet so I can stick my tongue out at him. "Glad you've learned something from impromptu medicine..." I sigh as he thankfully sticks me in the right place. I feel my muscle swell and burn a bit as the medicine makes it's way into the fibers. It's been a whie since I've been on the receiving end of one of these.

He hears my stomach rumble. So do I. Huh, I guess it has been a while since I ate. "Sorry... Long trip. No food since Ohio...." I chuckle. He reassures me things are going to be okay, but I still feel pretty bad. "I'll be on my beeest behavior when I'm not as broken, I swear..." I respond, trying to stretch. I twitch as warmth erupts in my sides; bad idea. "Uugh... should check my sides... they might need compresses.

I try to check myself, but the bending just hurts more. I lay back. "Fffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuck.... noooo......." I groan.

--~~~--

Yuliya sighed with relief as her calculations turned out to be correct. they came out just under budget, and it seemed Lucky had a totally valid ID to buy the alcohol with. The cashier guy made a joke about drugs, and it went right over Lucky's head. Yuliya kind of expected that. She glared at the cashier guy anyways though, cause clearly he was being a grumpy dick. She grinned with satisfaction as Lucky taunted the cashier on their way out. He had his own little way of being extremely amusing sometimes. She liked it.

"Good work. Tzat was alright by me," she said approvingly once they were outside the store, giving Lucky a quick affection pat on the back. It had gotten pretty close to dark, and the sun was setting over the city. She looked at this, the wheels in her head turning. "Hmmm..." she mused, "tze sun is setting tzat wvay, so wve should head in tzat direction to find tze warehouse district. It is near tze water, so wve should find it quickly." She started walking slowly as she took the lead.

The little troop of misfits plus one loaded stolen shopping cart managed to find their way back to the hideout by nightfall. Once they arrived, however, a new problem faced them.

"Ahhhhh...." Yuliya remarked, looking rather perplexed. "How..... How do wve get back in? Wvere is elevator.....?"

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Food can obviously wait.

Roll up her shirt. I wince. Her torso is blotted with dark black bruises. I can imagine how much those hurt. It's a wonder shes still functioning as well as she is. She's tough as nails, I'll give her that.

I get up and step into the kitchen. Grab two plastic bags, some ice from the fridge, and two towels.

Walk back over and sit back on the couch. Pull some gauze out from the kit.

"This is going to hurt. Okay?"

Wrap the bag full of ice in the towel and press it into one side. She flinches. Can't be helped. This needs to happen. Press the other bag into the other side. I hear her hiss in pain.

"Hold this other one."

I begin to wrap the gauze tight around her midsection. I hold her up a little so I can pass under. In a few moments, I think I've wrapped it tight enough. Cut the strip and tape it on.

It's not a cure all, but it will help.

I pack the things back in the kit. "I wouldn't move too much if I were you. I suspect you've got at least three bruised ribs there, if not cracked. The painkillers should be taking effect soon.

"I'll go get a blanket. You can sleep here tonight."

Get up and grab a blanket from the closet besides my bedroom door.

Set it down on the couch.

"Try to get some sleep. The drugs will help." I sit down next to her and sigh a little. It's nice to be off my feet.

Subject: Re: Super Thu Dec 10, 2015 5:54 am

Well. Roboguy didn't seem to be all that talkative. Aside from shooting down his question on getting filled in on the situation with a very well put metaphorical 'fuck you', Roy decided to drop the topic. He didn't want to push it too much on the guy, in case he snapped or something. He at least knew when to lay off on one specific subject.

That said, that didn't mean he wouldn't find something else to talk about.

Rolling alongside the torso-clothing-less guy, he made his way to the elevator with him, chuckling.
"Right, okay then. Well, if you're not going to tell me your name, what should I call you? 'Not quite in the condition to explain anything'? 'Guy'? 'Bionic Commando'?" He continued to pester, stepping inside the elevator once it came and finding a nice corner of it to lean into, not seeming to take any extra notice to just how bad the other guy's condition was.

"Okay, fine. We'll figure out names later, Guy. You know, I don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything, but what's with the lack of shirt? I mean, hey, if that's how you want to dress I'm all for it, but I just get the feeling you're not the type to usually dress like that. You know, you're kind of..." He stood still and squinted, as if unsure how to put it, gesturing towards what seemed to be just Nick in general.
"Well, nevermind. You get what I mean." He decided to try and change the topic, glancing around the elevator, giving a second or two of silence. Changing the topic was actually pretty easy, considering he was the only one talking.

"You're not very talkative, are you? Or are you just having a bad day or something? I mean, if you're just as confused as I am, I could definitely see how you might not be in a good mood. Yeah..." Roy trailed off at the end, thinking about something else to say. It seemed like nothing he was saying was prompting Guy, as he had dubbed him, to talk.

And so Roy hummed the tune of 'I'm Too Sexy(For my shirt)' for the rest of the ride down.

Once the doors opened, and Guy seemed to step out, Roy quickly followed suit. He took a few steps ahead and glanced around at the area, taking it all in.
"Huh. Well, this is interesting. Do you know where-" He started to ask his current companion, turning around towards the guy, before stopping, suddenly realizing just how bad of a shape he seemed to be in, having been a bit too busy talking before to really take it in.
"Oh. Uh. Are you okay, man? You look a little..." He began to say, before stopping himself, rubbing the back of his head.
"Yeah, okay. Dumb question. You're not okay I'm guessing." Roy corrected himself, standing in front of Nick but not making any real action to help him just yet, the thought not quite occurring to him that he might need something to support himself.

Subject: Re: Super Thu Dec 10, 2015 12:13 pm

‘Don’t pass out.’
Nick had barely listened to Roy, even if he had wanted to, as they had gone down the elevator, certainly not responding. He had been too focused on keeping himself upright. He vaguely recognized what the man was humming, but he could not quite name the song or remember where he had heard it.

Roy seemed to take a few steps into the base more, while Nick lagged behind and merely stood there. His head suddenly felt light again, though it was not the fun kind of light that the morphine had brought on. Roy-boy turned around to question Nick's condition. While Nick would have liked to deliver something along the lines of, "No, Roy, i'm perfectly fine. I've never been better in my f*cking life. Thank you SO much for asking," he found that it was quite difficult to simply speak now.

‘Don’t pass out.’ his thoughts commanded of himself, however his body failed him as he felt himself slowly leaning forward despite his wishes as his legs suddenly felt too weak to hold him. The exhaustion, stress of the day, and, of course, morphine was claiming his conscious.

"Passn out..." Nick managed to speak, before slipping into unconsciousness and collapsing to the floor if Roy did not catch him. His body wanted sleep, and it was damn well going to get it.

Subject: Re: Super Thu Dec 10, 2015 10:59 pm

"Passn out..."

"Nah, you'll be-" Roy had shrugged it off, and was about to reassure the other guy that he'd be alright when he noticed him starting to collapse. Oh. Wow. He wasn't just saying it, he actually was in the process of passing out. Acting quickly, he lunged forward towards Guy, reaching for his shoulders in hopes of keeping him from falling forward. The plan was to grab onto him and stabilize him a little, and gently let him down to the ground, as opposed to taking a full brunt fall on his face.

That was the plan, at least. You know that feeling when you've got something figured out, and forget to do one aspect? Like deciding to drive somewhere and forgetting your keys, or deciding to get up and walk into the next room and forgetting why you did it? Yeah. Well. Roy reached for Guy's shoulders and put his palms against them, but with the momentum of his lunge, and a lack of actually remembering to grab onto his shoulders, the red head simply found himself shoving Nick to the ground on his back, blinking and going wide-eyed as he realized it.

"Oh. Uh. Wow. I, uh. I didn't mean to..." He rubbed the back of his head and took a few steps back, looking at the downed shirtless dude. Well, he was going to pass out anyways, he figured. Nothing to get hung up over.

"Hey, uh..." Roy turned around, getting ready to call out for any of the other three to come help, before realizing a very important fact. He didn't actually know any of their real names. And he didn't know where they had gone, either.
"Grey? Lemon Cuffs? Cyclops? ...anyone?" He yelled, getting progressively quieter as he did so, looking around the area before checking Guy out once more.

He couldn't just leave him there, but what was he supposed to do? He didn't know where to move him or anything.
"You know, that's really rude. Just passing out on someone you just met, and while they're talking, too." He remarked casually as he knelt down beside the unconscious guy. He'd never really picked up a guy before, so he wasn't sure how to go about this. Well, first things first. He grabbed Nick's shoulders and pushed him up into a seated position, holding him up that way as he unzipped his hoodie. Taking it off, he reached for Nick's arms and started to slide it on him.

"And you're going around shirtless. You'll catch a cold or something while you're unconscious. So, you owe me for the hoodie. Don't ruin it." He remarked, zipping it up before gently lowering Nick back onto the ground, taking a look at him.
"Well, mine's a short sleeve, but...I'm not giving you my shirt." He commented as he glanced over his own long sleeve shirt, before hoisting Nick's human...fleshy arm around his shoulders, grabbing onto the guy's side and hoisting him up. Not seeming to have a problem keeping Guy upright, despite the slightly heavier metal arm he had on one side of him, Roy turned his back to the elevator and started to wander forward.

"Well, this is slightly less awkward now that you've got a hoodie on. Now, where am I supposed to take you..."

Subject: Re: Super Fri Dec 11, 2015 1:10 am

Shade rolls up my undershirt and I can see the bruises. They're swollen and black, which is just about what I was expecting. I don't even have to tell him that they need to be iced; he's up in a flash getting a makeshift cold compress ready for each side before I have to say anything. He brings them over and presses one into my side. He's being as gentle as he can be, but it won't spare me the eventual pain... He tells me to hold the other bag to my side, so I do. I groan a bit as the pain catches up with me. Damn, whatever that little girl was she had some animal blood in her.

"You found yourself a good one, Shade. No one's put me down this hard in a while. Besides you-" I chuckle before a sharp burst of pain forces me to inhale sharply.

New numbness mixes with the throbbing pain as I hold one bag and he starts to wrap them, although I can tell it's not all entirely the pains waiting to happen from the compresses getting thrust into my injuries. The morphine is trying to slowly, gently take hold. I will it to go faster.

"Yeah, metal will do that to you..." I mumble as I try to relax my body again. "And they're trying they're best. So... I'm guessing she's one of your proteges? A cloning super.... I've been to a lot of places but I've never seen that before." There's tension in my chest from the pain that causes me to cough. The cough hurts. The fact that I'm too tall for this couch isn't helping my comfort much, either. A good part of my legs are hanging off the couch. He grabs a blanket and sets it down, finding space around my legs to sit. I feel a little warm and happy as he advises me to sleep, much like how fluffy puppy child makes me happy. He can be really soft when he chooses to embrace his personality. I snuggle into the couch, feeling a little better.

"Has anything else happened while I was out of town?" I ask while we have some time together.

Subject: Re: Super Fri Dec 11, 2015 4:13 am

Rustling…voices…swaying…falling…sudden falling in the other direction…horizontal collision with the ground. He’s down, time to get out…NOW.

As He collapsed to the floor, a dark black shadow shot out of the pocket of his pants. The six inch long creature rushed to the cover underneath some furniture. She looks back at Him, taking note of what was going on. Damaged, hurt, with company, in a different place. She studied the other human as they helped Him up, He was unconscious though, helpless. Normally she would go to make her move against the human, however she had been listening and paying attention. Not a foe, but not a friend either.

The creature’s dark beady eyes blinked, standing on its hind legs as it watched the one named Roy carry Him to what she assumed to be safety. She raises her arms and brings them over the back of her ears and down her nuzzle, grooming and smoothing her fur out a bit. More sounds from Roy, her attention is back to them. They were getting farther away from her hiding spot, she followed them.

She bounded along behind them, silent as she latched onto the pant legs of Roy. One paw after another, she clawed her way up his pants and back of his shirt, knowing Roy probably would not have felt her until she reached his shoulder blades. She stopped on his shoulder, staring at the head of the human in and waiting for it to turn. Her claws clung to the shirt, waiting for the usual shock reaction. This was going to be amusing.

She was a sleek furred black haired creature, a long nose, large round ears, a 3 Inch hairless tail, and a strange thick collar like ring around her neck with a word etched into it, “Lucy”. A rat. She was a rat. Not an ordinary rat at that, as He had always told her and praised her about how intelligent she was. She felt special…she WAS special. The rat tilted its head, looking at Roy, wondering what Roy would do with Him. She could not speak, but she could understand. He was passed out, not dead, but she worried that he might need medical attention after that fall…

Subject: Re: Super Fri Dec 11, 2015 4:57 am

Just as he had spoken, the young adult looked around the room that he was in, taking it in a bit deeply for the first time. It was...it was a living room. And there was a couch just off to the side. A couch that probably would have been very useful a couple of seconds ago, conveniently sitting there. Motionless. Like a couch does, as it is an inanimate object.

"Oh. That works." Roy blinked, giving a slight shrug as he began to haul the unconscious guy towards the furniture. He was just a couple of steps away, only a few, sweet steps away from being able to drop Nick down on there and give him some kind of temporary safety.

And then he felt something on his shoulder.

He paused for a second and stood still. Had Guy woken up or something? Maybe tapped his shoulder or done something like that? It was possible, he figured. The redhead turned and looked to Nick, mouth open to say something, before he noticed that he was definitely...still unconscious. So what was that feeling? And why did it feel like something was scurrying...?

He turned his head, slowly, to look to his shoulder. And out of the corner of his eye, he spotted it. ~~Shia LaBeouf~~.

There was a rat. Not a small rat, either. It looked like a good size, black rat. At least, good size to him. It was larger than he'd expect a rodent to be.

...
......
...what...I just...wha...what? WHAT?!?!

He let out a somewhat high pitched scream and jumped to the side, unceremoniously dropping Nick about half on the couch, face down with his legs dangling off on the ground. Stumbling to the side, he shook his shoulders a bit, trying to shake the rat off for a few seconds, before taking deep breaths, calming down and looking back to his shoulder.

Now that the initial shock was gone, he stared at the beady eyed creature, his face full of discomfort as he saw that she was still clinging on to him.
"Hey, uh, please...please get off...uh..." He brought his hand up and gently prodded at the rat, wincing slightly as he did to try and get her to scamper off of him. In the process, he caught sight of...a...collar? A collar on her neck? With a nametag that said 'Lucy'?
"Uh, Lucy...yeah, please get off..." Roy continued, wondering why the rat had a collar. Was she some kind of pet? Did she belong to Grey? Or maybe someone else?

Subject: Re: Super Fri Dec 11, 2015 5:14 am

Screaming. Flailing. Not good, not good! She clings to the shirt as Roy tried to throw her off and freak out. Her heart starts racing as fear for her life rose within her. Her tiny claws did not fail her, and she managed to stay on the shoulder, though she was hanging to the side a bit as her back legs were unable to hold her position. She climbs back up on the shoulder and attempts to give a glare at Roy, however it simply looked like a beady stare.

“Uh, Lucy...yeah, please get off..."

Lucy stared at him for a moment, while his face was a bit humorous when he saw her, the sudden carnival ride without seat belts was not appreciated. Her nose gave a twitch before she obeyed, crawling down the man’s arm and flinging herself to the couch’s cushions. She bounced a bit, but it was nothing dangerous. She crawled onto Him, staring at Roy with an accusing look.

‘Fix Him.’ She seemed to demand. She was sitting on top of Nick’s back, on her two hind legs with her tail trailing behind her slightly before she launched herself onto the back of the couch and perching herself on the edge. She continued to look at Roy, studying him, and waiting for the slave to finish what he was doing before so rudely dropping Him.

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(Shade)

I rub my eyes through my mask. I sigh.

"Yeah. She's something alright. She's the only one out of all them that can actually handle herself. She's smart. Still, angry. As you saw.... I don't know how to fix that... I'm not even sure how well I did with my partner now..."

A scream.

Christ, what is it now? What could it possibly be now?

I get up and walk over to a moniker by the door. Flip on the screen. Find Nick passed out, a rat, and Roy hyperventilating.

No one is dying. I'm not needed.

I walk back over to the couch. Playfully run my fingers through Freckles' hair as it dangles off the edge of the couch."

"You think you'll be able to get some sleep?"

---

(Zen)

Son of a Nutty Biscut Eater! What the fuck was that?

I hop out of bed and run down the hall. I see Nick's ass hanging off the couch. Roy is freaking out. A rat.

What fresh Hell is this?

"Rolly Polly... Please don't tell me that was you screaming like a 50's house wife..."

Subject: Re: Super Fri Dec 11, 2015 5:49 am

Finn gave a more legitimate smile as he was complimented on his sass by Yuliya. Well, at least this was one person he didn't need candy to befriend! Of course, he still intended to give the little Russian her gummy bears. He gripped his grocery bag full of goodies that he'd been carrying this entire time, holding tightly to it as he walked, as if losing it would be the end of the world. Apparently, they were taking the cart back with them, which he briefly mentally questioned, but it made sense that they needed it since they had no ride.

On the way back, it was mostly silent and boring, which was disappointing to someone so social. Plus, the anticipation for getting to know all his new friends and give them all candy was getting to him. He hadn't yet seen most of them happy.... and, well, he hadn't yet seen most of their faces in general, so it was hard to tell what they were feeling at any given time. Still, he was certain the candy would do the trick and he'd become good friends with the whole group! He kind of needed to be on good terms with all of them anyway, since it seemed like every member of this group other than himself was extremely dangerous and short-tempered.

Ooh, would the new lady be around too? Er.... Wither? It seemed like Shade knew her from what little he'd gathered, so maybe the two would still be together when he got back to their secret base thing? He hoped so, since he'd gotten lucky with apparently happening to have Wither's favorite candy. It seemed like such a waste of potential candy-bribery if he didn't get to give the rest of the taffy to the woman!

Upon reaching the secret hideout, a good point was brought up by the little Russian of the group. Oh, right, how were they going to get in? Well, the first thing he noticed was the door, of course. He tried opening it, but found it did not fancy being opened. Well, everyone was entitled to live their life the way they wanted, and clearly this door did not want to be opened! The next thing he noticed was a little button next to the door, so of course he did the most intelligent thing possible; he pressed the shiny button. There was a buzzing sound.

Then there was a faint scream. He recoiled from the button and gave a look to the warehouse that was a mix between surprised and worry. "I-I'm so sorry!" he spoke up in surprise at how he'd clearly hurt the warehouse.
It made no sense how a warehouse could be alive let alone feel pain, but he figured with all that'd happened today, that wasn't particularly surprising. Maybe it had some kind of advanced AI in it or something.... or, or, maybe it was a superhero too!

....Okay, maybe that was a dumb thought and maybe even he knew it, but he hadn't expected to hear a scream when he pressed the button! Who would have expected that!?

Subject: Re: Super Fri Dec 11, 2015 6:27 am

Yuliya found a button by the door, but she was too short to reach it. Thankfully, Lucky was there to hit the button for them, producing a buzz.... and a scream. Yuliya jumped at the faint scream before the doors open, and she rushed inside with the other two people.

As the elevator arrived in the hideout and the doors slid open, Yuliya stepped into a scene that made her more than confused. But angry. Very, very, VERY angry.

There was a guy she didn't know.

Zen was there.

Couch cushion was knocked out.

The scream had been very high pitched and feminine.

How the fuck had that masked guy let a rapist into his fucking secret hideout?!

Yuliya chucked the lead pipe in her coat over the stranger's head before charging forward at the fastest speed her prepubescent legs could carry her. She tore over the couch, springing off the back of it and into the air while a sharp metal "clang" could be heard from behind the stranger. The pipe vanished. Yuliya came down upon the stranger with the bitter fury of a raging Russian blizzard in the dead of winter, dropping at his clavicle with her foot in her attempt to break it. At the same time, the cushion with her saliva on it reacted to her rage, re-forming into a clone and launching it's stuffed fist at his solarplexis. The lead clone returned from the back hallway, armed with the shotgun (for intimidation. mostly.)

The stranger was about as fucked as Zen may or may not have been.

--~~~--

I chuckle at him sleepily. He's still going at this fairly wrong... Maybe it's condescending of me, but its funny to me that's he's trying to kill what's basically his greatest asset. She may be angry, but there has to be a reason... Figure out the reason, and she could learn to push herself in some pretty interesting directions... but it's not just about that, it's about her place on the team.

Thinking about this makes me drowsier. It's comforting. Makes me think back to late-night strategy meetings, catching the sheep as they try to escape from the broken old fence, trying to convince them to just get a dog, sleeping on the floor together cause the ceilings leak onto the beds... my eyes grow heavy and start to shut...

A scream. It sounds fuzzy, but then again all my senses are getting pretty fuzzy. I jolt back awake, but the morphine delays my reaction.

Shade gets back on his feet and walks over to a monitor on the wall. He doesn't seem too startled by what he sees, so he walks back. He stops by my head this time, and runs his fingers through my hair. I have to think for a moment before I remember that my mask is still revealing my lips, so I can smile at him and he'll be able to see it. I sigh a little happy sigh, and pucker my lips back at him in a return flirt.

"Mmm," I sigh, starting to pass out again. "Can't guarantee I'll have feet in the morning, though," I murmur, wiggling my feet to try and get the blood to flow back to them. The gross pins and needles sensation makes me stop and my nose crinkles in mild disgust. "They're falling asleep. Please help. Foot rub."

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I stare at her feet. I imagine the couch is going to be cutting off her circulation quite a bit.

That's the trouble with her being so damn tall...

I sigh.

Just this once.

"A foot rub isn't going to help. I'm going to pick you up, okay?"

I gently slip my hands under her and lift slowly. I've got her securely in my arms. I carry her into my bedroom an set her down on the bed. She'll be more comfortable here. Besides, the bed is big enough for two and I don't move much in my sleep.

"Alright."

I take off my jacket and hang it up. Put my shoes in the closet, socks and pants in the bin. Change into sweatpants.

Tuck her in first, then I slowly slide in.

"Good night."

I shut my eyes and wait for sleep to find me. Hopefully tonight it will come.

Subject: Re: Super Fri Dec 11, 2015 7:41 am

"..." Roy looked at the rat as she gave him an accusing, beady eyed stare, standing on top of Nick. Blinking, he began to rub the back of his head, glancing around the room awkwardly. Maybe she belonged to Guy? That was possible, or maybe she was checking out the unconscious human. Rats were some kind of scavenger, right?
"What? What do you want me to do?" He questioned the rat incredulously, looking back at her. He was at a loss, frankly. There was only so much more he could do, maybe adjust Nick a little on the couch. Anything beyond that was out of his realm of capability.

And that was when he heard Zen speak to him, referring to him as 'Rolly Polly'. Alright, maybe he deserved a nickname or two of his own, given the variety of names he already had for the people he'd encountered.
"Uh...if I shoot for 60's housewife, do I get to stay out of the kitchen? The 50's were a mean, mean time." He remarked, giving a chuckle as he glanced back at Zen, his voice just a bit strained from a hint of embarrassment. Sure, he'd been surprised, but he didn't mean to scream that loudly...or in that high a pitch...

Ding

The young adult turned back to the elevator as he heard the doors begin to open. He hadn't noticed it even going back up, were more people coming? Maybe there were more coming. The door opened, and revealed some new faces to him. One of which, who he seemed to prominently notice, was a small girl. Who looked to be absolutely pissed off with him already.

Strange, that usually didn't happen until he said something.

Nonetheless, she charged at him from behind the couch, but not before throwing something at him. The young adult flinched and went to duck, before realizing that the item was going right over his head. With a slight smirk, he kept his eyes on the Russian girl as she continued to charge.
"You missed." He stated as she sprang off the couch, already taking a preemptive step back. Once she was airborne, he hopped backwards, landing on his heels and letting his momentum carry him, the sliding motion bringing him out of the way of the real girl's attack.

"Listen, I don't know what-" Roy started to comment, his mouth running at motor-like speeds to try and fit what he had to say in, before he found himself cut off by...uh...what? He wasn't sure if he was just seeing double or not, but for some reason there was a second girl there. Except, well. She looked like a couch cushion. Other than that, she seemed like a copy. Straightening up, he pivoted with a spin, turning his side to the cushion girl as her punch hit the air by his side, finishing the spin and rolling away with his back to the two.

"Look, if you could just stop-" He started to try and speak again, before stopping and cutting himself off. Currently in his way stood a third version of the girl, looking like she was made with some different kind of metallic-esque substance, though this one was carrying a shotgun. A shotgun. Who the hell was this girl?

Cutting himself off, his momentum now carrying him towards the shotgun toting clone, he ducked into a crouch as he rolled before springing up, hopping from her arm, to the shoulder, and lastly bringing his left foot up to the top of her head, standing on the lead clone's head and turning to face the others, perfectly still despite the lack of footing.

"Ohmygodhowmanyofyouaretherejustletmefinish!" He quickly spat out, a hint of what could possibly be either panic or exasperation making its way into his voice as he did so. What was this? Was it some kind of test? An invasion? A regular night around here? Why was the girl just attacking him so suddenly? There were so many questions he had at the moment, but right now he tried to push them out of his head, catching sight of the elevator. It's doors were still open. If she and whatever these things were rushed him again, maybe he could get there and close the door in time? It'd be hard to get past the two of them though...

Subject: Re: Super Fri Dec 11, 2015 6:33 pm

Roy only stares back at Lucy, asks a question-a stupid question. What else was there to do with Him? Fix Him. How was she supposed to even respond? She was incapable of human speech!

Another human walks in, the one that had been pestering Him about the arm and made Him take His jacket off which she had been in the pocket of before she sneaked back into the pocket of Him when he arrived from the elevator. A sour look to her. She makes a comment about something foreign to Lucy, what was a "50's Housewife"? What did they do? Roy responds with the mention of "60's Housewife" and the "50's" being a "mean" time. Alright, so they were referencing to times before her with the 50's and 60's, she had heard of them be mentioned before on the television along with Him mumbling about it at one point while reading off things on the things called "computers". So what was a "Housewife", it was in the kitchen was it some kind of microwave? Food? Knife? She could go for some food right now...

A ding sounds from the elevapor or whatever the humans called it. A smaller younger human comes rushing out at Roy...was she younger though? The people on the television sometimes spoke of "little people" and showed images of small humans that were apparently fully grown. Did not matter, what mattered was that He was just being left there while the crazed little person attacked slave. However, Lucy did nothing about it. While it would be unfortunate if Slave were to die, the woman from earlier could help Him.

Lucy looked to Zen, blinking and tilting her head before hopping back onto His back again. Would someone help Him for the love of everything in this world?! She was too small to do anything, she did not know what was wrong with him, how was she supposed to do anything?!

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