Yours Truly

Hirata turned slightly to face Yoko before she rapidly stated, "Computers are devices which can automatically perform mathematics, and can make decisions based on the results of that mathematics, such as writing on paper, using tools, or emitting lights using trapped electricity," she then slowly picked up her backpack and started to walk towards the table, "For example, the computer I'm carrying in my backpack can perform mathematics to assemble things, such as other computers."

Hirata immediately extended an arm up to get the woman's attention before she quickly stated, "If the computer was corrupted by this 'Trespasser' then what's preventing the duplicate from being corrupted as well? And do you have a map of the inside of the complex? Or at least a general idea of what dangers we'd be facing off against?."

Hirata made a mental note to consider playing video games less times per day, as if this was actually a dream then the mere fact that her subconcious decided to give her a lucid one themed around an infinite amount of work piling up while she tried to avoid it in the company of at least one video game character was worrying. Although the fact that she was still here being yelled at by a Fallen in a dark room as opposed to flying out of the window in the four arms of said fallen on a rocket cycle made it quite clear that either she doesn't have as much control over her dreams as she's used to, or that Steven Hawking was/is right, but either way she resolved to try and resolve the faux pas she had committed by saying, "Oh, I'm very sorry for not using your proper title Baron, I don't really know that much about the Eliskni's hierarchy, and I honestly didn't know that you were actually one of them."

Immanuel decided to do a series of comparatively sensible things as he replied to Owen's questions, "Who is Choo Choo Lame again? The name doesn't ring a bell, but anyway hold on, I'll try and find a safeish place to drop you off at before he can shoot us out of the sky" he then covered himself in whatever this magical white powder is and attempted to dodge bullets and find a safe place to drop Owen off, while also taking potshots at the secretary of defense with his shoulder mounted railguns and the usual stream of plasma.

Hirata took a brief moment to wipe her mask's lenses with her sleeves, scroll through her active programs lists to make sure that nothing was broadcasting, and she even took the time to turn her backpack's computer off and on again to make damn sure that she was looking at what she thought she was before she cleared her throat and said, "And wwwwwait is that.... it can't be.... Are you just really good at making costumes? Because that is a really impressive example of one if you are, how did you get the third and fourth arms to move so naturally? And what did you make it out of?," she slowly rummaged around for her backpack before she continued with, "And I'm sorry if I'm asking too many questions at a time, I've never seen a Fallen Captain costume this good in person before."

The woman napping on the floor perked up a little as she couldn't help but hear what their host had to offer despite her best efforts to do otherwise, and she let out a slight sigh as she realized that she couldn't properly get back to sleep with how loud everyone and their dinosaurs are being, which is why she decided to slowly sit back up, as even if this was nothing but a particularly lucid dream, it's one that wanted her full attention at the moment. She fished out a pair of goggles from one of her labcoat's many pockets and pulled up her hoodie's... hood before she finally said, "This's hypocritical since I haven't introduced self, but my name is Hirata and I honestly want to know what your name is before I commit to anything," in a slightly robotic tone of voice before she turned to take a better look at everyone else in the room.

What at first appears to be a sentient pile of blankets slowly stirs on the ground just before a young woman pokes her head out and lets out a slight yawn, gently rubbing her eyes with her sleeves as she slowly sits up and reveals a bodypillow displaying the modestly dressed image of what appeared to be a cartoonish drawing of a partly metal woman with one red eye. Her hands lower to clutch the bodypillow closer to her chest, neatly muffling it's brief attempt to cry for help, and her mouth slowly closes as she blankly stares at her surroundings with a slightly dopy expression on her face for a brief moment. Until something seems to dawn on her, causing her eyes to slowly widen in shock as she realizes that something dark and terrible had happened upon her. Her expression seemed to be of one on the verge of either crying or screaming before a robotic hand shoots up from a nearby backpack and unceremoniously stuffs her face inside of a white mask, pushing her back down on the pile a little as she tried to fall back to sleep.

Dr. Kuronuma Hirata (eastern name order here, western in the sheet), has a problem.... Current Goal Character Art Cybernetic creations

Immanuel, deciding that not dying horribly is the better part of valor, decides to turn around and charge the hell out of the nearest window with the newcomer in tow while yelling, "COME WITH ME UNLESS YOU WANT TO GET BLOWN UP," with him hopefully managing to grab or convince the man to fly out of the building, upon which he will swoop down to find a safe place to drop the newcomer if they allowed him to pick them up, or a place where he can take potshots at the sniper if he didn't, "EVERYONE! TOR JUST DISAPPEARED SOMEWHERE AND I AM CURRENTLY ENGAGING A SUPER POWERED SNIPER WITH THE HELP OF A MAN WHOSE NAME I SHOULD REALLY ASK FOR, AND CAN SOMEONE ELSE ENCHANT HIM TO BE ABLE TO SEE THE GASHADOKURO BEFORE HE BUMPS INTO IT BY ACCIDENT? THANK YOU." Assuming the man's still with him, he will take a moment to say, "The name's Immanuel, sorry for man handling you earlier but the sniper just marked that entire building for bombardment by a giant skeleton monster that detects blood," before he heads off somewhere. Mobilität+ [4], running the fuck away from the bombardment action movie style with Owen. Wish "I wish to become fast enough to dodge bullets"

((11)) Serra seemed to be a woman on a mission as she channeled her inner wildsman and practically tore a path straight through the trail that seemed to bypass every single obstacle that could have feasibly blocked her way with the help of her Klefki. (2) By the end of it she is exhausted, her sneakers were covered in mud, one of her jacket's pockets got torn up a little by an errant branch that she had absentmindedly scraped past, and she had to spend quite a bit of time with tracking down the satchel full of bright powder that her Klefki had accidentally dropped, but she was here...wherever 'here' is that was. (4) She was at a shore now that much's for sure, a straight 50ish foot drop down lead to a mixture of jagged rocks and soft and silky sand, and clear blue waters lapped lazily at the odd mixture in an almost inviting manner as she took the time to catch her breath, fix up her clothing, and... wait for everyone else to catch up apparently. A quick glance at her now fully functional GPS system tells her that it would take around an hour to get from the shrine to where she currently was... although oddly enough, only 30 minutes had passed. (12) But thankfully enough, it only took ten minutes before the others arrived to the quiet little shore you were waiting on... although they all seemed substantially less haggard.

You know I have always wondered why this forum doesn't have more Pokemon RPs, and I'm glad that someone's interested in starting one after what felt like a year long drought. I just hope it goes well for you.

It felt like weeks had passed until Horace and Elias had finally found the damned where they found the one interrogation room where the two suspects were being ke-wait that can't be right, no one would be dumb enough to-oh. A brief round of shouting occurred as Horace vocally offered his opinioins on just how dumb putting the both of them somewhere they could corroborate their story or plan an escape was, as he had watched an episode on Humilau PI, and it took a fair bit of time before he finally convinced the guards to move the two unco-wait, they're still unconscious??????. Uhhh, did any of y'all bring any smelling salts with you? A needle filled with adrenaline? A thermos full of hot coffee?....anything? No?...hmmm. (11) Your pokemon enthusiastically protected the three of you form all harm as you rushed towards the Shrine in what might have been record speed if anyone was actually paying any attention to the clock. Your Pokemon all seem to be noticeably stronger and no worse for the wear when you arrive at the shrine, and you were all slightly disappointed to find that no one was waiting for you there, and that there appeared to be two trails leading away from here. (4) Unfortunately, none of you know where either of the paths lead, although you're all sure that one of them leads back to Azalea Town... not that any of you knew which one it was of course. (4) Aaaand none of your xtransceivers or pokegears have a signal for some odd reason, so you can't really rely on your GPS to help you in this case, especially since the map programs yo have requires an online connection for some backwards reason... possibly because none of you have ever bothered to download the whole map instead of getting pieces of it as needed. (4) And here is the really funny bit, you can't really find anything in any of the trails to indicate that Aster had gone through it recently, and the tree line seemed open enough to allow signals and air to come in from the top at least.

Ahmed nodded in response, and he took his time to say, "Well then, it seems that learning how to form that AT field thing you mentioned is a lot more important than I thought, I mean imagine what would have happened if I had a high enough synch rate to get affected physically in the last battle, but anyway I'll see all of you later," before he slowly limped off towards the showers to try and get himself cleaned up and inside of a more comfortable outfit.

Immanuel will then proceed to do the most reasonable thing he has ever done in his life and attempts to phase through the wall before he attempts to supress their movements with a barrage of plasma bolts to try and get him to stay still behind cover for long enough to allow Immanuel to fire his shoulder mounted railgun at them. He then quickly lands and slams another shoulder mounted railgun down using his hammer to try and get it to quickly fire at the target if it pops out again. 4 roll, Arcane Infusion: Kanonenplatzierung [5].

Alan uses Assuming Direct Control against the tank in A3 to try and disable it with an opposed 1d20+Int v 1d20+Int check, with his Heavily Modified Sony CTY-360 granting him a +20% to his Intelligence for the purposes of that check. He commands the Sectopod to prepare a Wrathcannon, essentially trying to get the two ADVENT troops and the Berserker that Frigus was going to try and move to D4 next round He also orders Runner 1 to hide behind Harry because there was only so much he could expect it to do without proper fire support. Loadout Drones

For a brief moment in time everything seemed fine, the lock seemed to be budging ever so slightly, no one seemed to be around to catch the two of them in the act, and all was fine and well in Aster's world. (11) It was at that moment that Frostbite did something he had never done before, and accidentally broke the entire lock mechanism after he somehow managed to wiggle his claws back and forth and all around the lock managed to hone his claws to become sharp enough to cut through solid brass, and your Sneasel easily tears the only thing preventing the door from opening with it's bare hands.... at the cost of sending it noisily clattering down to the floor. You spot what appears to be an excessively cold server room beyond the now badly broken door, and the pristine white tiled floors appears to hold no traps or secrets, or at least any that you can spot with nothing but a cursory glance. A large bank of servers block your view of the very end of the room, but oddly enough you don't hear anything other than the sound of progressively louder humming. Do you venture deeper inside of the room? There might be some vital evidence hidden behind one of the many rows of server banks here after all. @Bam the 25th @rustytengo @IntSys 7 The three of you make it all the way to the forest without any incident, save for the taxi driver's GPS directing the three of you straight into a twenty minute long traffic jam, and a bit of light chit chat with the guard manning the gate leading inside Ilex Forest informs you that yes, yes they came here earlier, and that no, no he doesn't know where they're going other than 'somewhere in the direction of the shrine I guess idk'.

Radovan looks thoughtful for a moment before he quickly replied with, "Okay then, well in that case do you know of any Seafood restaurants that has a karaoke machine or a piano Uno? Preferably a classy place with some candles on th-," he glances at Zeta for a moment before he continues with, "Trash can because no one uses candles anymore."

Rosalyn then quickly wiped off the flowers and picked up her catte thing and hurled Miles at the bear's back with one hand at the exact same moment that it leaped off of her hand, before it quickly grew to the size of a small horse and tackled the bear with all of the mass of a small horse made partly out of steel. Magic Limit 25+ Familiar Control 10 + Familiar Mimickry 5 = 40

Alan, deciding that disabling a whole tank was good enough for now, decided to instead flip the hunter a bird and attempt to repair the Sectopod's damaged main guns with his tangentially related 'Jury Rigging' trick instead of doing anything more useful. He also orders Runner 1 to hide behind Harry because there was really nothing else it could do without proper fire support. Loadout Drones

"You know it is rude to ask a woman if you could come inside of her room so quickly after you met them Emma, especially in front of a large crowd of people, why some people might end up thinking of such terrible thoughts about her and her reputation if she accepted," Radovan said in a calm and non judgemental tone of voice that would be befitting of an actor starring in a video about workplace sexual harassment, which unfortunately clashed with his current course of action, as he was quite busy with holding Uno in a comfortably tight embrace. "But anyway do you know of any good places to eat around here then Uno? Maybe we can all have a bit of seafood before we head-wait no, I meant after we head out to fish out a Magikarp?, it could be niceeeee."

Rosalyn's cat, sensing the she was in more danger from the flowers tangled around her arms than the currently distracted teddy bear, decided to leap to it's owner's rescue and claw the flowers off of her. (25+10, base 25 magic limit and +10 from familiar control).

The IC is up ladies and gentlemen, by which I mean 'Gentlemen, gentlemen, and not telling'. I would apologize for the delay but life can be annoying sometimes.

(Overly dramatic theme) The three of you had been waiting weeks for this to happen, the town's 'sign off' was generically named yes, and the competitors were not all up to snuff, but in the end of the day it was still a..uh, a stepping stone yes? A ticket out of the podunk ville called 'Springside' for reasons known only to the octogenarians who founded it and the town's one historian, none of whom are here to comment on why. Of course there really isn't much to say about 'here', as the circular open air 'stadium' they've built for the competition itself could barely fit more than two hundred people at a time, but then again this was a Tuesday, and by the look of things there really wasn't much interest for this event in the first place. You'd think that more than fifty people would be interested in displays of magical ability and singing talent... but then again if the competitors the three of you had to fight just to get into the competition were any indication, they probably wasn't missing much, but it was the semi finals now, and things were bound to get interesting soon right?... right?. Oh well, you've already wasted an hour just to get here, might as well carry on and hope that you can find someone interesting enough to fight, less the entire the entire competition ends with you being nothing but 200 dollars richer and so many times more bored. It should be time to head back to the main desk, and let's hope that Mable will send you some fresh young talent this time, and not another farmer who thinks that he can just get away with singing country music with that voice because Johnny Cash is a thing.