[Episode Two] Union

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As the hydraulic table in question listened in on the conversation between man and machine, its creator was immediately puzzled by... Tau. He didn't give anyone permission to come up with his sign, nor did he even consider having one at all! It's like being roped into some secret club while being drunk like a skunk, but instead you just outright blacked out during all of it.

Granted, Tau is still quite a fitting call sign, especially for one whose caliber in sheer might is simply quantified as, he, Juryrig. He'll set aside 'Angry Axel'ing the Nine Hells out of this robot, probably put it under 'Giving Osco some upgrades and love'.

"Welp, I don't know and I can't say I really care," Juryrig said aloud, as if to answer Arbitrated at that moment. Either that, or Caesar. "Alright Horsie, methinks that our new pal need not additional babysitting!" On cue, the Alchemical Horse dumped A3 into the snow, allowing Munchie to remain as the sole rider of the contraption. They both rendevous with him, and with that he went off to follow the trail that Osco had pointed towards before the untimely interruption of this side plot.

"Come ON, everyone! Make like a rabid dire platybeak and get moving!"
 
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Rhea mumbled, and grew bored as the robot and the guy who may as well have been a robot talked at eachother. Using lots of what sounded like dumb code phrases. This wasn't what rhea was here for! it was for adenture! to prove herself! She wasn't going to be doing any of that by solving complicated word puizzles, much to her dismay. And so she walked, untill she stood near the other red head of the group and noticled how astartlingly warm it was. Oh, that was actually quite comfy.

During the rather long wait, she positioned herself near the living thermo-nuclear warhead, and gave her a few hesitant pats to see just how hot she was, only occasionally glancing at the going ons ahead, and juryrig yelling about moving along in the distance.

"Wow, pretty warm. I think you're my new best friend."
 
Miko being the curious one that he was decided to follow along with Rhea. As he grew closer to Arb he too noticed how much warmer it was. He made a mental note of this fact as this might come in handy in the near future. He tipped his head to one side as he watched Rhea carefully pat the small. Oh, he knew exactly what to do in this moment. He reached out and gave both the smalls a pat on the head. He was all smiles thinking he was doing good work.
 
Mountainside Riverbank

Dahlia rolled her head as the half-effective robot whisperer concluded their conversation. During that time, OSC-01 had not let their eyes off those strange devices the man kept flinging around like playthings, almost like his gun. Frequently, Rhea could see a second green light poke out from the loose flap of Dahlia's rucksack, aimed in her direction as well. The robot was plotting out something in that absent tin pyramid.

The captain took a brief stop to examine the truck, briefly folding through the wad of rental papers without too much intent. It was recent however, within the past few weeks. The scholar looked back and forth with a brief squint- as if anyone was so above the law to judge, before stuffing the wad in her cloak pocket for later. It would be good information for the... informant, should his worries be true.

Dahlia exhaled as Juryrig did what Juryrig does, waving a hand in the air as she began to wade once more. As the group plus one continued on their way up the riverbank against the sharp gusts, Dahlia drifted towards Caesar and the newly refreshed A3, all-encompassing book in hand. At one point, the drafts of wind working their way up the mountain prompted yelling to hear over. "SO THIS IS AN OFFSHOOT OF YOUR WORK? WHERE'D YOU GET THE RESOURCES TO DO THAT?"


After a couple of hundred more feet up the slope, the Overseer's proxy gave another direction change. They were nearing a series of peaks about the mountain range, with the new direction sending the group northwest up into a cleft. There, they were better sheltered from the weather- and closer to their destination. As the group wrapped around towards the summit, an uncanny sight came into view. The gentler slope found in the narrow cirque between two peaks was home to an assortment of shapes that laid half buried in the snow. Poking out were fragments of wooden beams, stone basins, and even some lead pipes that had been recently unearthed- huts. Unlike the path they had taken to get here, this area showed evidence of recent activity.

Parts of huts laid exposed and unearthed, surrounded by footprints that had yet to be swept away. The footprints became more common the farther up the avenue you looked, the snow becoming less of a blanket and more like a model mountain range in and of itself. At the end of the row of forgotten huts, about 60 meters up the inclined lied an arched doorway made of a dark stone material and rotted wood, that jutted out from the rock race almost like a cave. The doorway, whatever it was, was shaped a bit like a rounded leaf, thinner at the top and wider at the bottom. In front of the entrance laid a stone patio that had been swept lazily of most of the covering snow. The roof of the remaining building was small, but a clear spire was visible from atop the arch- boasting a wrought iron star at it's top.

The doorway was visibly shut with an iron pipe slotted between the handles, but a good eye could catch an almost faint glow coming from within. Dahlia cut a glance over at Keith as she cautiously approached the first dilapidated hut, with mixed wonder and concern.
 
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Mountainside Riverbank
Seven years ago

“There it is!” Kikkan laughed. His goggle was affixed to the scrap of paper in his hands, raising and lowering it to compare the drawing on its tattered yellow background to the star just barely breaching the cover of snow. At its feet, an old temple entryway. “We walked for days but… it was worth it, it seems.”

Cherrin stepped forward with a note of concern on her lips, her eyes narrowed beneath a steel visor. She clutched her lance in hand til her knuckles turned white. “Boss, something about this place just gives me the chills… I dunno what it is.”

“It could just be the wind, my girl!” Halyard cackled. The large man was wrapped in a thick leather jacket lined with kubawolf fur, giving it a striped pattern. “Besides, there will be a warm inn back in town, and we can pay for everyone to get a suite, eh boss?” his beard was billowing and covered in snow, but the yellow of his teeth stood out as he smiled like a madman.
Kikkan’s bright smile turned to a worried grimace but he nodded no less. “Let’s be careful. Deimos, Cherrin, you’ll take the front lines with Halyard. Clem and Roscki will keep to the back in case things get hairy. We never know what’s in these ruins, so you’ve gotta be careful.”

They all chanted roger in unison before marching in.

Mountainside Riverbank
Today

Deimos stared from the party's perch at the dilapidated ruin of huts and the temple that lay before it. He could have sworn the star had looked in a lot better condition seven years ago, but he dared not comment. His cloak shifted while he moved his hand towards the sleeve wrapped around his gauntlet. It felt sorer than it usually did in weather like this. He knew it was seeing this temple again that was causing it.

He gritted his teeth, daring not mention his familiarity with this icy hellscape.
 
Mountainside Riverbank

Reman still loosely followed the group, the wind curving around his form, the aerokinesis allowing him to avoid the windchill. Romulus however, felt nothing. Any bits of loose snow, or ice turned into steam upon contact with his skin. Upon hearing the captain yelling about how he had obtained such funds and research, he decided to try and shout over the wind back to her.

"I ORIGINALLY HAD A JOB AS A HEAD RESEARCHER FOR AMPERIA INSTITUTE, MOST OF THE STUFF TO DO WITH THESE 'KEYS' IS MY RESEARCH. WE HAD A LOT OF APPLICATIONS FOR THESE, AS WHILE THEIR MUTAGENIC PROPERTIES ARE SOMETHING OF A NUISANCE IF USED INCORRECTLY, PREVIOUS MATERIALS CONNECTED TO THESE CAN AT LEAST QUANTIFY THESE AS A SOURCE OF POWER FOR OBJECTS. FOR EXAMPLE, THE GUN I HAVE HERE HAS DIFFERENT FIRE MODES DEPENDENT ON THE PROPERTIES OF THE KEY"

Romulus stared down the pipe ahead of him, and thought of a perfect example to demonstrate what he meant. "FOR EXAMPLE, TAKE THIS, THE VOLTAGE KEY." Taking out the veteran, he started his demonstration by unloading the blue key, and putting the yellow key in the back of the gun. Right afterwards, he spun it once in his hand before aiming directly at the pipe blocking the door, walking right up next to the aforementioned door, before pulling the trigger. A thin yellow beam came out of the business end of the gun right on top of the pipe, sparking and melting the pipe gradually. He slowly shifted the beam downward, melting the pipe bit by bit, before he stopped halfway through, pausing a moment to turn back to the captain.

"CAPTAIN, DO I HAVE PERMISSION TO FURTHER MY DEMONSTRATION? THERE'S ANOTHER FUNCTION I WOULD LIKE TO SHOW YOU, IF YOU ARE CURIOUS ENOUGH."
 
Mountainside Riverbank

The Institute? Okay, she had made a jab at maybe eventually an Institute person crossing paths with her once again...but she never expected a head researcher. Maybe a lackey out on a run or something. And most researchers didn't do much with the keys, that she could be sure.

Wait, 'we' didn't have a lot of applications for these...most of the labs never even saw the products of what the keys made. Heck, not even she saw her own too often-

There was the name drop. Voltage. And there was one man who ever carried that key that she brought out of that cave...

Name...name...what was his name? He tended to groom himself quite clean, tried to look the part of a researcher in a lab full of weirdos anyways...she had a lot of disagreements with the requests he put in, what were they, what were they, what were they...

Her fingers tapped the side of her leg, and with a jolt of electricity and the snap of ozone, she remembered who 'Caesar Auric' was.

She opened her mouth, but then closed it. This confrontation would not be worth it.
 
Da Mountains!

The mad alchemist sighed, steam escaping his mouth as the very literally hot man observed the abandoned village. He could just simply recall one of the many, many times he went about town, burning the whole thing, leaving some people alive just because his reach isn't omnipresent.

Although you can bet he wished it did, since for some odd reason people just LOVE to escalate the stakes, especially in action-adventure plots like...

Four Years Ago, Escavier
Dovaville

Ah, it was a nice wintery night, just about as cold as right now but with less snow. Juryrig was out with his good friends at the time, Munchie, Horsie, and Dispenser. They all agreed to take on a bounty of a rival weapons distributor, which had recently stolen a heavy assault military vehicle. Naturally, his unchallenged charisma allowed Juryrig to gain a audience with his boss, settle for a fantastic pay grade, and allowed Juryrig to play fast and loose.

By fast and loose, the mad man actually went on a vicious killing spree, his Dispenser strapped to his back, constantly healing him as he took blow after blow like a juggernaut, whipping about his Munch Munch Turret like a gods-be-damned enchanted flail, all the while riding on his Horse. Imagine an insane redhead throwing about compressed balls of corpses, potions of nitroglycerin, and ball bearings with enchanted glyphs on them able to crack the earth and cause eruptions. It was, essentially, literally Hell On-

Right Now, The Mountains

Horsie nudged him; like, a fairly hard jab, using one of their table corners. "OW! Horsie, watch where you're going!" He turned to look down at it, frowning. "I was recalling events of my past, dammit, what's more important than additional development of my backstory?"

It made a combination of hisses, clicks, clacks, and a bit of prancing, communicating what Caesar had whispered to A3. The frown vanished, being replaced with a mischievous expression that could only give away just that; mischief. "... Really now? So that's who he is."

He looked over to Rom- Caesar, who was practically yelling in Dahlia's ear to demonstrate whatever tech he had. Fusion tech, to be precise. "Not now, my industrious little servant." He glanced at Marie, whose bodily expressions gave away the ultimate NANI by the hairs of her chinny chin chin. "We'll hold onto that info for now... Maybe later, I'll show who is the true dungeon master in this session." His abyss black eyes return to him, and her. Juryrig remained at a moderate distance, his voice muted by the wind. "You don't simply recruit Juryrig, and expect your little stories to go with the script, do you now?"

The alchemist put a hand in his pocket; yep, that remote o' revenge is still there.
 
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Spatial Coordinates: Area Verbally Designated as Mountainside Riverbank

A3 stood in the snow and squalls, his Unit attempting to become visually familiar with his new companions. Men, women, robots, even children, not exactly familiar to him; although nothing is familiar to him, besides the shell his Unit resides in and the trinket he's kept hidden inside of his arm compartment.

He made some loud and deep clunks from within, followed by equally deep clicking and a small burst of steam. His Unit was still going through the system process of eliminating the frost and ice glazing the less-vital components encased within, as well vaporizing the water building up as a result. "Affirmative, my situation is defined as an indignation" he said to himself.

He gazed over at Romulus, observing the current display. How familiar, he thought, eyeing the weapon in the man's grasp. Indeed, the technology used in that weapon seems very familiar, but he couldn't place his mechanical finger on it.

He approached further, partly as to not be left behind and that he may as well be indebted to this man, although the balance leaned more towards the former than the latter.

"Will your Individual be requiring my services, particularly in a sector of physical strength?" he said to Caesar, his vocal drivers increased in volume and bass in order to be heard over the mountain winds.
 
The Biker listened to his creation, and considered the possibility for a moment. The pipe shouldn't be too heavy to lift, and he was kind of being a nuisance just severing this pipe. Nonetheless, he would carry on his demonstration somehow, even without severing the pipe.

As the wind died down, Romulus started with; "Ah, sure! You should probably just open the door at the moment. It's probably no challenge for you, but the pipe is in our way." He then turned to an empty patch of land around the area, and pointed his gun away from any huts and crew nearby. "BUT. On the other hand, I would like to try and show you what my handiwork is capable of, given resources." He then ejected the Voltage key and put it back in his belt. He tapped a little display on the side and loaded in the blue key. The gun actually started speaking in a manner similar to Reman's old driver, only instead of yelling, it was a much calmer tone.

"Zone Loaded, Ready?"

"Burst."

"Zone Burst Confirmed."

Romulus then held down the trigger of the Veteran, the pipes on the outside filling and the driver itself hissing and whirring. The gun itself was jerking around, visibly shaking Romulus's steady aim. Despite how hazardous it looked on the outside, Romulus remained unfazed. The moment he let go of the trigger, the gun stabilized and hissed, before it (notably more quietly than previous models) exclaimed a small phrase familiar-ish to a few. "Zone Burst!"

The gun acted as if it fired. There was no bang to be heard, but a noise as if you flicked a tight metal cable. A fairly sizable little dome was formed in the open, about twice as big as a few of the huts nearby, but slightly transparent, allowing you to see within, before it faded to dust and particles, kind of like when the key was in his ship. The aforementioned debris were sucked back into the barrel, before Romulus turns whatever he turned on earlier back off on his gun.

"Ta-da! What do you think?"

Reman is kinda shocked that this man had the confidence to claim that Romulus's work was his own. He knew that a few people stole his research, but nobody was as devoted as Caesar was. He even ripped off the mechanics of the driver systems to use in his weapon! How incredible is that? Still though, his mind was somewhat set on his nightmares. If he thinks they should be believed, Alpha is closer than he thought. He knew he was a bit safer now though, as nobody had either of the two driver models he made.

"That's kinda like what mine does! That's pretty neat!"

"Mhm." Romulus said, holstering the gun. "Neat indeed."
 
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Mountainside Vacation Retreat

Dahlia's boots crunched past the shuffling Deimos passing his discomfort as being cold and shaking the spare ice off her cloak as she made her way into the shelter of the cleft. She took note of the functional gun as the artifact collector demonstrated- an observation mimicked by the Overseer proxy as well. they took close-up pictures of those little crystal-imbued devices the man crammed down the barrel, coming to a rather personal revelation. OSC-01 had half a good mind to ask Caesar if he was aware of the power he was throwing around, but decided it not in their best interest. "Good to know. Given the last time we broke open a door, a containment shield might be handy."

Dahlia stopped a few feet short of the entryway into... whatever grounds this was, looking up at the iron star that had become partly bent under the weight of the apparent ice age. The Scholar held up a small device, taking a few scans of the front-facing door, for collection. After a moment, they slung the book around once more. "Well Osco, we made it. Par for that deal, care to tell us what we've made it to?"

The Overseer was paused at first, apparently taken aback at just how different the location had become since their last... visit. After a moment though, they recovered. "The Alipier Observatory, a Nepherian structure." Dahlia looked down, motioning with their eyes for the book to continue. "You know this one for sure?" A white Pixy unit hovered out of her pack, struggling briefly to escape the coil of rope it had nestled into. "It served a religious retreat. The Nepherians weren't ones to put their fate in the name of vague gods of higher lifeforms. The ones they knew had turned them away. Instead, those that worshiped saw value in the stars, celestial entities."

The Alipier Observatory, so say of the Overseer

Dahlia scratched her chin, allowing the book to fall back to her side. She stepped onto the stone patio cautiously, taking mental note of the footprints. They were varied in size and tread, but most resembled boots of a variety. For a briefest moment she cut a glance at Caesar and his own magic robot, before casually prying the loose half-cut pipe out of the door handles. She let the pipe drop to the hard ground, taking a step back to let someone else activate any traps. "Interesting... but why would they build this out here, of all places? If Bivona holds no other relics,

As Dahlia eyed the door, OSC-01 replied sternly. "They didn't."
 
Alipier Observatory

Bad place currently, given the hazardous nature of the concealed threat. Right now, Marie needed to make sure Romulus couldn't cause any more damage as she evaluated his capabilities. Fusion level of 48 meant he was dangerous enough to take down anyone as he could potentially draw a lot more ability from those keys.

Five keys: Four, with A3 holding one. Voltage -- her key, may she add, -- as well as a red key, a key named Zone, a deep blue key, and Steel. The red key and blue key were both unknowns, thus making both of them the most dangerous. Zone, Steel, and Voltage, however, could be estimated in effects. Take it from the top, Marie. Starting with the one she knew the most about.

Voltage. The key that followed her nearly her entire life. This was the key she was quite confident in understanding. What she wasn't as comfortable with was the color change and the fact his gun was shooting...lasers. She definitely couldn't shoot lasers. Does this mean it had some secret abilities that she didn't know about? That was the most dangerous thing about it. The unknown.

Steel. The key she enacted her first proper phase shift with. It seemed heavy and bulky, almost like a heavy powered armor. Likely strong and if it hit a person, that person would...definitely feel that impact. There could possibly be certain pseudomagical capabilities surrounding it, but those were still unknowns.

Zone. She didn't know much about it besides the fact it seemed to control objects in an area, down to the dust particles. Again, much unknown. And the names were...not very descriptive beyond a word.

And the red and blue. Complete unknowns, not even a name.

There were also only three people she could trust to help her take Romulus down and keep their mouths shut about it. She had a probability of 70% reliability for the third.

Marie grimaced as she wrote "CAESAR IS ROMULUS DONT SAY ANYTHING" twice on a sheet of paper, grumbled in mock frustration, ripped the sheet out, in half, and crumpled both, putting them in her pocket. Then she walked over to the Overseer, 'accidentally' bumping into the robot, and in the small time of contact began a very specific pattern of electric pulses. The first few were just a mock-up of the Fibonacci sequence, one short, one short, two short, three, five, eight...

But that was simply an "open communications" signal. The real communication came in the form of Morse code.

"C IS TRAITOR. DO NOT REPLY." Three times.

"Oh, sorry." Marie lied.
 
Alipier Observatory

"I sure hope they build a hot spring bath house here too. These space monks sure picked one hell of a place to call home." Miko was pacing around with his weapon drawn ready to blast anything that come out of that door that was hostile. "Well lets get a move on, no point standing out in the cold when we could be inside in the cold."

As his words stopped his vector powers had already started to push open the door from afar. He was standing such that he could look into the building as the door open. As the door moved he would follow it to clear the room.
 
Alipier Observatory
Patio


From the stone patio, Keith silently stood watch over the remains of the forgotten huts like a stoic sentinel, his scarf flowing with the wind. With the passage of time, the elements had slashed them into shadows of their former selves, turning the village into the proper, uncanny sight of a ghost town. And yet a question lingered - why? What caused the former residents to abandon their homes? Surely it couldn't have been the location so far up in northern Bivona, else the settlement never would've come to be in the first place.

Before he could reach a conclusion, the informant was brought back to reality from his thoughts thanks to Caesar, once again, treating his gun like a toy and deciding to fire it at the door, partially melting the pipe which kept it secure before Dahlia decided to, easily, pry it away. Keith massaged his temples for a brief moment before sighing and pushing past Caesar, moving closer to the entrance as Miko opened it from afar. "Recent area activity clearly indicates there are other people inside. Be careful where you point that thing," he said, scolding the gunman almost inaudibly over the howling winds.

Now was the time for him, too, to show off his own gadget, albeit in a more useful way. As the informant peeked through the door up close, he brought his left arm up from underneath the cover of his poncho and began to type a password on the small display of his bracer, flickering out of visibility at the input of the last letter. "I'll scout ahead and report back shortly," said the now disembodied voice as Keith slipped inside through the door gap.
 
HALiper Observatory

The asymmetrical person mumbled and swayed as the Rhea glomped onto her, making a sound comparable to a moderately discontent cat. Compared to this heckin' cold weather, the little Arbitrated was a bonfire of heat, burning at Rhea's frostnipped fingers even through Arble's tough, wind-breaking jacket. In fact at this range, Rhea could even see wisps of steam curl out from the smol's body. Being in the back of the group let her watch everything unfold ahead of her, including the Ceasar guy's wave motion gun thing and the doors being opened.

...And Marie's "accident".

"Hey, what was that for? Don't abuse the overseer, Marie. That was hardly an accident." The ginger pilot's voice carried itself across the group, judging the white-haired nerd from midrange. That was such a terrible attempt at an accidental bump... "What, are you slipping love notes to your bee-eff-eff in class now? At least wait 'till we're inside..."
 
Alipier Observatory

Rhea wasn't much for astute observation, but what she did see from her position adjacent to the heated pilot, she knew that next to said pilot was probably the safest place to stand, as long as she didn't get any hotter. It was a real shame that she couldn't feel the warmth even BETTER than she was- infact she was suprised she felt anything at all- but it was definetely takign the edge off the cold. This suit was good but it didn't provide perfect insulation, and thus she felt the chill slowly, SLOWLY seep in as they walked. No longer was rhea a living snowgirl, but a slightly glistening smol in what looked like a weird tactical suit, that was infact merely a weird set of snowgear.. As far as she understood it to be, anyway.

Given its incredible insulation abilities it was even possible that it would be difficult to pick her up on thermals, but rhea wasn't exactly versed in those matters. But the pilot? Oh yeah, she would be visible from space, she was sure. "Ahhh... much better. I could almost feel the cold the past few minutes we were walking there."

She took a FEW more seconds t observe, barely registering the obvious shennanigans of marie, miko, and the like. Instead she actually let go of arbs, hopped in place, and then took off running, lookign very much like a tiny ninja with how she wasn't sinking into the snow at all- but that was probably more shennanigans from her weird crystal controling powers to those that knew of it. The fact it didn't leave any actual tracks or pickmarks in the snow however, was a little weirder.

Then she got faster, and went up on higher ground as she moved, from the mound of snow, to the decrepit huts, and then with the biggest leap so far, up to the highest ground she could manage- untill she leaped onto the roof of the place they intended to enter as soundlessly as she could manage. Of course, she slipped up at the end, sliding unintentionally, but she quickly stopped and gave the chance to look around- for signs of other tracks, and a way in that didn't involve walking through the possibly very watched front door. "Humm... Anything up here, I wonder?"
 
Alipier Laboratory

There went her attempt. Well, she’s got the crosshairs on her now, definitely. Time for plan B: Stay near the group so she becomes a harder target to pick off. Actions wouldn’t have to be as...subtle anymore, thankfully. But in exchange she was now definitely fighting for her survival. Caution was now thrown to the wind; she needed as many helpers as she could get.

“Hey Juryrig, over here for a second? I need a thing.” Marie called. While Juryrig’s voice inevitably masked hers with how loud it would definitely be, Marie turned to the small pilot, wedging one of the paper wads in her hand.

“Romulus is a dangerous man. If he shows up be ready to fight him. Give this note to Rhea or Miko next time and tell them what I told you.” Marie whispered to the smol. “And no, I don’t make accidents that obvious.”
 
Romulus walks towards the now opened door, aware that Marie has probably just recognized his identity, as was inevitable. Another member of Amperia could recognize the "demon scientist" from a mile away. He took a few steps into the door, and turned around, taking a courtesy bow, gesturing to come in the building. At the lowest point of his gesture, he glared directly at his ex-coworker, with an expression that conveyed he was onto her, as she had clearly started freaking out for no reason around the demonstration of his tech. He returned to a neutral gaze, before saying a smug "After you."

Reman however was puzzled by Marie. She had started freaking out for apparently no reason, even sending messages to the overseer. He really didn't understand his new brace, so he had no way of converting the Morse to anything readable, and whatever she whispered to jury was completely inaudible over a gust of wind rushing past the group. Reman takes the imitative and walks into the room, quietly saying a "Thanks!" before taking out his cyclone key, just out of habit.

"My Pleasure."
 
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Mountainside Village - Alipier Observatory

Deimos stuck to Dahlia's side. He didn't bother to ask about the commotion between the other members of the team, chalking it up to nerves as passive whispers seemed to flit about beneath the whistling of winter's breath. "I know for certain there aren't many traps in there to be worried about." He muttered behind his collar. The two blue eyes peering above it carried a harshness that was a mirror image of the whimsy on display when he had crushed Osco beneath a crate.

For once, Deimos was scared.

"We better have a plan when we get in there." He looked towards the captain, then towards the teal glowing machine. His gaze spun around to face the ruins that pockmarked the white lawn of the temple, then to the crowd of scientists, fighters, and machines that was the Downrider crew.
 
Mountainside Village - Alipier Observatory

"Andwhowhatssat?" Juryrig snapped out of some sort of stupor, then after a brief mental recap thanks to his 'brother', he remembered he sort of just blindly followed in, and Marie(~) of all the people wanted a audience from him!

And by that she just wants to talk to him about something. Seeing as though there doesn't appear to be anything of significant importance to him, Juryrig didn't see why he shouldn't talk with her. With the sheer loudness of the wind muffling his bombastic (somewhat), the devilish mad man slid right to the two women before him with a wicked smile!

"Did somebody say... Juryrig? Well Juryrig, at your behest!" He took off his imaginatory hat, performed a glamorous bow, and put the hat-that-doesn't-exist right back on his infinitely ruffled head.
 
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