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Captive Audience [Open]; The stage is set.
Topic Started: Feb 27 2016, 11:50 PM (3,046 Views)
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There he sat, revising a script. Originally having been paid just to do a dance, now he was full on going into a play. A scene, a movie. He didn't even know, but it didn't matter. For now, the eastern man sat upon a small bench, a pen in hand, revising the child's script, whilst maintaining the plot. It was a simple one, kind of cliche, which is why he was revising this. A ninja comes from a faraway place on a mission of revenge and falls in love. He was trying to make a critical point for the plot twist, as it seemed more of a soap opera than an actual play or show of some sort. He wanted to go with the time-tried 'woman is the murderer all along' or some other heart break, but he couldn't quite fit into the story her reasoning, so he was vouching for the next best thing. He could feel the tension as his captive cast and audience awaited for him. It made him giddy to the core that they would actually begin to see his artistic flair, and not just his mercenary-like side.

Something about acting tickled Zukaa. It wasn't the fact he was getting paid handsomely, though it was nice, but there was something about it. Something about being able to get in front of others, and convince yourself and the crowd you are someone else, then let them know in truth what is going on. That gave Zukaashimato the time of his life on this stage.
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And captive they are - it had been less than an hour since audiences had been dismissed from DenStudio 8 in disappointment. One missing actor was enough to halt the grand re-opening of the legendary film studio and live theater and its premiere show... but now, this unfortunate anticlimax is but a footnote in a greater catastrophe unfolding upon studio grounds. Not one soul has been able to leave the area, thanks to what appear to be large purple tentacles bursting from the ground itself in front of every exit, blocking off corridors, sealing off every route in or out of the area. Hundreds of disgruntled, frightened theatergoers are now trapped in the area, and rumors are beginning to surface that people are going missing - two Netopian men are searching frantically for their teenage daughter, who disappeared around the time that this mess started. The only hint to a purpose behind this horrorshow is infrequent sightings of a man shrouded in black and gray, especially around the theater.

And speaking of the theater, hidden in the shadows above the balcony seats, the mastermind watches from above...


No stupid no-show actor's gonna ruin THIS family vacation...
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A simple hostage situation wasn't generally Satella Police procedure. It was a little more high-priority, considering it was at the Theater, but, still; that sort of thing was left up to local security.

If Mehk had to guess why this became a Satella case, he'd say it was the tentacles. If no other reason than the fact that tentacles were writhing and attacking anyone who came close to anything that could be remotely considered an exit or entrance definitely pointed to Electromagnetic Criminal activity.

Which was his job.

He was staring down one of those tentacles right now, placed firmly and proudly in front of the main entrance to the studios. It was a large, grotesque thing, writhing and turning about in the space between the fences, like a sentinel on the watch. Despite him being more than in reach of the thing, it never lashed at him - he didn't dare take a step forward, though. That thing probably just doesn't want him to get in - it could care less if he just watched.

With his visualizers on, it was obvious this thing was made from EM Waves. Because of that, it could've just plopped itself down right there without any fuss in the world. But, no, it decided to actually burst out of the concrete below, shattered pieces of concrete all about and the broken ground below the thing to show for its endeavors.

Speaking of its Waves, the tentacle's makeup was from ancient data. Not ancient like the OOPArts, but, just old. Obsolete. Based on the readings, it was in no way weaker than any more recent makeup, and might even hold steadfast for longer than a basic virus, but, its data-stream was about as complicated as the data held in one of his old Navi Cards.

"Hey, Dynamo, can you bring up any information on this thing? I don't expect a full analysis from just a piece of its power, but, just to ascertain a little bit of what it's like?"

Dynamo didn't even leave the Hunter. He heard a disgruntled.. .grunt. . .and, then, a small operating sound as Dynamo scanned the tentacle and backtracked it through Satella Records.

He answered in that computerized accentuation he had while connected to the Server; the only time he even remotely sounded intelligent. "Readings have reference to old-age models of Navi Cards, called Net-Navis; the precursors to Wizards."

That's a new one. That kind of old data, compatible with the EM World?

At least he had an idea on how to locate whoever was controlling this thing. With any luck, they'd be of similar make-up. With that in mind, he doubted the man - or woman, he supposed - behind all this took to the idea of an EM Being attempting to enter.

"Are you ready, Dynamo?" he whispered to his Wizard, who immediately appeared in a rather unnecessarily ostentatious explosion. He felt the heat against his face, and turned to his Wizard. He didn't have to raise an eyebrow for Dynamo to get defensive.

"Hey, ya never said I'ad to be quiet," he said to Mehk's silent berate. Mehk just laughed.

"But, yeh, let's do this!"

EM WAVE CHANGE - DYNAMO KAISER - ON THE AIR

With that, the mental handshake began. He started the Wave Change with Dynamo for the first time since his accident - Mehk was still a little apprehensive about the whole thing, but, it would have to be done, sooner or later.

At least he was going completely untrained and inexperienced with a new form, after nearly a month of inactivity on the job, into a possibly fatal situation for a group of hostages. Optimism, right?

Dynamo's form was suddenly behind Mehk, and he bashed his two shields together in front of Mehk. The shields detached from Dynamo's form, free-floating in the air, as Dynamo pixelated and expanded into a pillar of radiance all around him, accentuated by oranges and reds running through the white.

A new transformation, a new sensation. The radiant pillar closed in around Mehk, conforming to the dimensions of their new Wave Form - and it was huge. Mehk was lifted almost a meter off of the ground, by a mass of energy building up underneath him - the piece rose off the ground, and then up around his knees, completing a full meter. He guessed that would be the base.

Otherwise, his Wave Change was the same. The light conformed to the contours of his new form, latched onto his body, and shifted him from the real world into the Wave World - his body shifting into that of an EM Being, he watched himself gain muscle and gait before the armor was plated onto him.

When it was all said and done, the pillar of light simply coalesced into the details of his new form. Just like the doctor ordered, he was huge - his upper body was practically the same as before: Extremely bulky, tall, with two overtly large arms instead of just the one, and gigantic brick-wall like tower shields braced to either arm. Down the ridge of his elongated nose, he saw his signature rhino horn.

Even without his lower body, he stood almost seven feet tall. With his three-meter tall base, he stood at 9'11" - literally a living stronghold.
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He had a lot more weight to get used to. First, though, he had to figure out how to move around . . . the base didn't have any legs. It was just a tower. . .

Oh, come'on, kid. It cain't be that hard. I know how to move.

He gave a mental scoff. I'd hope so, it is your form. You know more about it than I do; it's a part of your programming. So, tell me how to get around.

Dynamo laughed. It's gonna be like day uno, all over again! Hehe!

Mehk's eyes widened. Oh, no you don't, we are not crashing into the studios. I'm on the job, Dynamo, and you are not turning this thing into a freaking meteori-

Oh, shush! I didn't mean it like that - although, if you really want to, we cou-

No.

He got a mental image of Dynamo shrugging. Suit yourself, Captain Boring. Now, then, just think about it for a sec - if you gotta base, what might the base do to move around?

He thought about it for a second. Wheels?

Eh, close enough. The bottom edges of the base fold out into little spindles, like spider legs. Just large enough to get us around; not that fast, but, it works. We move at about the same pace we did last time - slower than slow.

Dynamo Kaiser made a face, and decided to test the waters. Like Dynamo said, the bottom edge of the base folded away and reached down to the ground, lifting him up very carefully. Despite his inhibitions on the whole thing, he was actually still nearly as stable as he was before being lifted up. It was a little awkward, but, it got them around - the tentacle in his way had a nice conversation with his shield as he passed by, the thing wrinkling up and shrinking down into little more than a puddle of goo.

Walking around on spider legs was really awkward for someone not used to it. And Mehk wasn't used to it. You had to careful move each leg forward, one at a time, to avoid going off balance and falling over. He really didn't want to fall over.

He entered into the parking lot, winding through the dearth of cars towards a group of security guards. They looked more than a little worried as he came closer, but, when he showed the Satella's crest on his shield, they lightened up.

"Can anyone tell me more about the situation?"

A woman stepped forward. "There's a hostage situation in the theater. An entire audience, cast and crew. One girl has been reported missing, and her fathers are worried sick about her," she reported matter-of-factly. When no one else stepped forward to add to it, he assumed that was the just of the situation.

An EM Hostage Situation, though? Not like it's new, but, just never a thing in Mehk's career. By the looks of the area, he'd have to go through a lot more tentacles. "I've dealt with the tentacle blocking the exit. You can all go, now - leave the rest to me. I'll be sure to send anyone else I find your way."

With that, he shuffled off. Winding into a pathway of trees, obviously part of a set, he crushed another set of tentacles and starting winding through the area, trying to pass through as many places that looked crowded with people as possible to get them out without backtracking. As much as he'd like to get them all out of here before going to the building, the hostage situation could turn dark at any second.

At long last, he got to the building, having smashed enough tentacles to make a Japanese animation envious, freeing maybe fourteen groups of people. It was still a long way into the theater, though; it was a huge studio, with the theater near the back. Thankfully, he didn't have to worry squeezing through that tiny door to get in - he pulsed into a nearby computer, and pulsed out inside of the high-ceiling building.

He was in. Now, he had to get to that theater.

On freaking spider legs.
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Ah, the smell of a classical theater on its grand reopening - somewhere between burning popcorn and wet paint. The place looks nice enough for all the renovations, complete with an actual red carpet upon the purple-tiled floors, with marbled dark-green wallpaper above hardwood panels lining the walls. It almost feels more like a fancy office than a lobby... the concession counter is quite pristine, save for the purple tentacle looming behind it, occasionally reaching into the fresh-popped popcorn... do EM Beings even process food? The lobby is quite wide, with a single hallway off to the side that seems to branch out into even more corridors - an EXIT sign pointing down one of them. There is another door, seemingly leading into an employee lounge or storage room for the refreshment stand - that, however, is seemingly encased in what looks like a layer of jagged pink-purple glass or ice. Patches of this same substance appear to be covering the walls at several points - notably obstructing access panels, light switches, and all manner of utility access points. Whoever did all of this is making damned sure that the place is impervious to human attempts to escape... fortunately, they don't seem to have accounted for the sheer power of a Wave Warrior.

ARMED INTRUDER DETECTED. ENGAGING INTERCEPTION ROUTINE...

Uh-oh. That tinny electronic-sounding voice came from the direction of the tentacle in the concession booth... which has now melted into a blobby puddle and slithered up onto the counter. The gelatinous menace seems to inflate into a squishy ball, quickly taking a bizarre form - vaguely humanoid in shape, with thin proportions and a pair of long antenna-tendrils sprouting from the back of its head, with simple limbs ending in three tentacle-like digits and a long snake-like tail. A pair of pale green eyespots upon its head are the only semblance of a face that this thing possesses, glowing brightly as the monstrosity's gaze focuses upon Mehk's towering form. Despite the blatant size difference, the creature seems unintimidated, and in fact charges blindly forth, lashing out with both hands in an attempt to simply bludgeon him!

ENEMY: Crawler
Shape-shifting drone organism, appears to serve as a sentry. Alternates between humanoid and fluid forms. Minimal offensive capabilities despite apparent versatility.
[20 HP]
[30 Battle Power]
Threat Level: Minimal


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Wh-Who the heck is that!?
An interloper, it would seem. Interesting design - typically, Cross Fusion adheres to the human framework's anatomy, but this one seems to prefer functional design. This could be problematic...
He could ruin everything! We have to stop him!
Trust me, nobody is going to be ruining anything, unless it's me ruining his frying pan of a face. I will need your assistance, as we discussed... unless, of course, your hireling decides to protect his investment and deal with the problem himself. He'll probably charge extra, as mercenaries often do...
Rrr... it's always about money, isn't it?
A sad fact that I had to come to terms with much the same as you did. It is a facet of society that will never die... but on the flip-side, it will always be exploitable by those willing to flex their influence a little. And those who money can't sway... well, that's where I prove my worth.
...I don't want to hurt anyone. If we can keep this going until Kitakaze is ready, we won't have to resort to force.
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It was just then that Minerva would receive word from Zukaa. His Hunter VG had sent an automated message to her with a picture of the revised script's format, and a transcription of it as well. But this wasn't what he wanted. When he sent it, a question was with. It seemed very brief, concerned almost.

'What is going on out there? Alto caught EM readings. If our performance is in danger, we can postpone to eliminate our worry.'

It was true, Alto had detected a Wave Conversion somewhere outside the immediate room, and definitely a powerful one at that. Either one of the captives had converged, or worse, the authorities had arrived. This show had to go on. Along with the message was a stream invite to watch the performance live. It sent to all VGs outside the acting cast, technical crew, and anyone in the crowd. Mehk would probably get it as well, titled 'Debut', however, the stream was not actually doing anything. It was probably easy to trace, too. Meaning if Mehk had the idea of doing just that, it would bust the whole thing. Zukaa was too obsessed with the idea of everyone in the facility watching as he performed to think of such a thing now.
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The theater opened up to him like some sort of scene from a horror movie. A crystalline, purple substance slicked the floors, coated the walls, and made doors inaccessible to the common folk. If it weren't for that simple fact, he might have gotten to enjoy the scenery - it was a well acquainted theater, newly opened, with familiar smells and sights that were staples for the scenery.

The tentacle behind the concession stand is what got his attention. When he walked in, it seemed more than content with ignoring him. It continued to grasp for and somehow process burnt popcorn from the machine, engorging what Mehk guessed what his mouth. As his eyes got a closer look at the creature, his Data Analyzer started referencing it towards the cretins outside.

He didn't have any visualizers in this form, so, the information simply appeared in his vision. An orange "X" reticle hopped into existence, locking onto and floating over the tentacle. Small lines streaming from the reticle pointed towards information about it, based on his experience with it in the past. . .

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Enemy: Crawler
Shape-shifting drone organism, appears to serve as a sentry. Alternates between humanoid and fluid forms, primarily taking form as a tentacle-like creature. Minimal offensive capabilities despite apparent versatility and impressive range.
[Classification - Summon 30% Accuracy Rating]
[Durability - 20]
[Efficiency - 30]
[Threat Level - Minimal]


. . . And other lines streamed towards his possible course of actions for the best results. . .

Data Analyzer
 
Suggested Course of Action - Shield Bash
[Power - 50] - Durability of 20 - No chance of survival.
[Property - Break] Classification of Summon - Will be deleted upon contact.
[Probability of Deletion - 100%]


. . .All of which his mind analyzed and calculated as quickly as the Data Analyzer presented it. The tentacle had taken on a humanoid form at the same time, and charged forward.

Despite all his inexperience with the form, there was one thing he knew how to do - strike with the shields. Mehk raised his left shield as the creature charged forward, and, timing his own lack of speed with the creature's apparent advantage of speed, he bashed the creature in its face. He felt a minor rise of joy and exhilaration as the thing went barreling back, what remained of it splattering against the far wall.

Getting a rise out of exterminating the minions, are we?

Dynamo's response started with a laugh. They'll have to do for now, am I right? Enough about that, though - check out that Rage Meter, kiddo. A part of your Analyzer - bottom-center, below where the name of the target practice is.

Confident as ever, calling the enemies "target practice." He wasn't sure why, but, just to entertain the idea that Dynamo might have something coherent to say, he checked his vision. Just as Dynamo said, he now had the Rage Meter built into his Analyzer - guess it was one of the many things built into the new form. . .but, wait, what?

[RAGE: 0%]

Not even you need the Data Analyzer to know that Creeper was Deleted. I was under the impression your Rage was affected by damage to enemies?

Just why I pointed it out. We need t'talk. Smashing Skulls and Breaking Things is still in my Interests List, but - gettin' on a serious note real quick - my Rage is now directly affected only by how hard they hit'us. Not nearly as much if we were hittin' them, but, I like the changes. Did'ya catch that?

Yeah. That's definitely a change. . .so, while we scuttle about, go ahead and consider this as though it was our first time all over again, he started, then, as he detected Dynamo's thoughts, quickly inputted, Minus the crash course into the nearest building, please, and tell me more about the form and what it excels at.

He scuttled onward, thankfully accustomed to the spider legs by now. He wasn't looking forward to using these things in combat, but, at least he could move about without fear of falling over. He ignored the smaller doors to the side, not bothering even trying to open them - not like he could fit through them if he tried. All the while, Dynamo was rambling on in his head, explaining to him the nuances of the new form.

Dynamo wasn't the best of teachers, but, he was at least enthusiastic about what he was teaching. A lot of yelling, random exclamations, and absolute mauling of the coherent English Language went into explaining a large, slow, heavy-hitting and durable EM Being.

Alright, so, you remember the Dynamo Fist? The Big BOOM attached to our arm?

How could I forget?

Well, now, we've got two of 'em - and we use them as rockets instead of just punching things. The whole exploding-punch thing was cool and all, but, now, we can shoot people with a rocket-propelled Dynamo Fist, he explained with fervor.

While hearing about it wouldn't be nearly as effective as actually using the techniques, he'd at least have an idea of what he was doing. Better to know a little and fail a lot than to not fail at all and know nothing.

A ringing sound distracted him from his thoughts, and he almost fell over at his sudden halt. Reestablishing his balance, he checked his pop-up from his left shield-arm. A window of light materialized in the air, displaying a life stream of some man in a ninja outfit performing on the stage.

His mind meant to work. Based on the stream's strength and speed, it was coming from somewhere within the building - either an amateur was holding the hostages, or some henchman just wrote his own obituary. A few simple - mental - key strokes, and he had the location. He cross referenced the longitude and latitude with documented files of the Studio's map and location of the rooms - it was streaming from Theater 2B.

He hoped - without much faith - that 2B meant second hallway and not the second floor. He scuttled forward, looking at the signs on all the doors and hallways for something marked Theater 2B. As he found more of the ooze-like minions, he administered the same effective beat-down.
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Back at the peak of the empty theater proper, the dual collaborating 'organizers' of this spectacle continue waiting for the newly-christened star of the show to finish hammering out his script revisions with the rest of the cast - whatever that entails. It's not like they'd have much of a choice except to go along with this... and hey, it's not like they weren't ready to work today anyway. The only thing that's changed is a minor adjustment to casting, maybe a few twists added to the story... it's better than having to trash the show outright just because one guy couldn't be arsed to show up. And with the would-be audience kept locked in, nobody would be able to refund their tickets, and would have no choice but to attend the revised show. The actors get paid as promised, the theater still profits, everyone still gets the show they asked for...

That's how things were supposed to be going, anyway. And then THIS jerk showed up. The Dimensional Weapon has a great number of tools and talents at its disposal - including an array of sentries patrolling the studio grounds, relaying all that they see and hear back to their master. And now...


...And he sent an invitation to the intruder too!? But that means...
Yes - he knows where we are, and he is coming. This could be advantageous... send a reply to that other message, tell Kitakaze that our schedule will not change.
Huh? But what about the tank guy?
That is the most brilliant part of all - he will be coming here, rather than continuing to break my barricades... or worse, chasing off our audience. He will be where we can deal with him, quickly and quietly.
...Will there be fighting?
Oh, no doubt. I know military-grade hardware when I see it - and if I'm not mistaken, our intruder appears to be affiliated with law enforcement, likely a vigilante. Another mercenary, capitalizing on the suffering of others for his own wallet...
...!
I know their sort all too well - and luckily for you, I happen to specialize in... handling them. I will need your assistance, of course.
I... I don't know about this...
...Minerva, dear, if you plan on making your dreams become a reality, you need to be ready to assert yourself against those who would stand in your way. You said it yourself - one man isn't going to stop you from holding this event together. I am the tool that will allow you to realize your desires - do not squander my power over something as petty as fear. You are capable of so much more than you believe...
You... w-well then. I guess a fight might break out if we can't convince him to stop. But I'm ready... ready to WIN that fight! And with you on my side, he won't know what hit him!
Bwahaha! That's what I like to hear!


Meanwhile, far away from this exchange... well, actually, not very far away at all. Mehk's hunch was correct, and his path true - and as he strikes down the last of that last horde of minions, the double-doors leading into Theater 2B are bashed open by the gooey remains of his latest victim. The sheer scale of the venue now finally sinks in - DenStudio 8 is a large facility, to be sure, and much of that real estate is dedicated to the gigantic performance stages that dominate the two-story theaters. Easily seating up to six hundred patrons, the door that Mehk has just opened rests at the top of a steep flight of stairs cutting through the middle of row after row of cushy-looking seats, with the stage itself situated against the back wall at the very bottom. Several single-passenger lift platforms grant ground-level entry to the balcony seats above from around the theater, arranged for ease of access... and even higher up, the assorted scaffolding and support rigging holding the massive array of stage lights and other special effects hardpoints. None of which are presently on, it should be noted - the theater is completely dark save for basic stage lighting, illuminating the still-assembled set of today's show. A respectable facsimile of the famous Gargoyle Castle, with Matter Wave projectors dispersed throughout to generate props and backdrops as needed. The area appears to be deserted... except for the almost-overwhelming presence of that bizarre EM signature from earlier. To say nothing of a distinctly human shape sitting upon the roof of the faux-castle down below...


An early guest... do you have a VIP pass, perhaps? If not, I'll have to ask you to wait until our preparations are ready.

That voice appears to be coming from the loudspeakers around the theater... lovely, so the culprit has control of the stage's effects board, if not the building's entire computer network. A closer look reveals that the figure upon the roof of the facade castle is, in fact, a perfectly human teenage girl, not much younger than Mehk himself, with purple-dyed hair tied into styled twin-tails. It's a little hard to tell fine details from this distance - she's definitely wearing a black sleeveless top and belted red skirt... and what look like incredibly heavy boots wrapped in metal chains?

"H-Hey! You need to get out of here, now! Those things will be back any minute, just run while you still can!"

...From a glimpse, this appears to be the missing hostage girl mentioned by the security staff earlier. A cursory scan, however, reveals much more about the situation...

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Unknown Target
EM signature of subject strongly resembles that of 'Crawler' entities encountered in the area, albeit on a far more complex scale. Target is likely the mother unit of these drones - analysis of local communication signals suggests that sensory information is being relayed from the drones to the target. Target's Noise production on-par with that of combat-able Wave-Converted humans ('Wave Warriors') - subject may be heavily armed or otherwise capable of sustained battle performance. Extreme caution recommended.

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In no time at all, he found the final minion horde, and, after making use of the Rule of Repetition, swung open the doors marked with 2B.

He knew that DenStudio 8 was a prestigious studio. One of the best in Electopia, it aired the greatest and most popular shows, and even sponsored the most famous teen-idol that ever existed. What he didn't know, though, was just how advanced and critical their performance stages were - just from a precursory glance, he saw equipment and additions that he had only ever read about as possible add-ons to the local studio on Shisa Island. Real-Wave Projectors, which would create near perfect images of the scene wanted - in real time, without any need of old fashioned animation software - were planted nearly everywhere. If all of this equipment was on, the EM Signature in this room would require a complex device to search through in order to pinpoint a specific signature.

Lucky for him, it was all turned off. The only piece of equipment on were the lights, which illuminated a grand replica of the ever-so-famous Gargoyle Castle on the back of the stage. Below him, a flight of stairs - and, all around him, plenty of plush seats where an audience would sit. Now, there were only a dearth of either frightened or perturbed staff workers scattered about.

The voice came from all directions, likely out of a speaker, rather than from a specific point. Sitting on top of the castle, he saw a roughly humanoid shape - about his age, feminine, with dark and vibrant colors jumping out at him. She shouted a frightened warning, making him wonder - could whoever this was really call up reinforcements, that quickly?

Doubtful. Not only doubtful, unlikely - especially since she was a rather terrible liar. All the other victims and captives were out in the audience, watched over in pairs by more tentacles. Even if she were considered a high-risk captive, what captor in their right mind would leave her without supervision?

Be careful, kid. That ancient Wave Signature that we've been seein' all throughout this place? Its concentrated right here - stronger, faster, more complex than the minions.

Just as Dynamo pointed it out, the information came onto his Data Analyzer. He gave the data a look over, listening to the informational-accentuation of Dynamo's voice in his head. . .

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[EM CONVERSION DETECTED]


[UNKNOWN TARGET]
EM Signature strongly resembles that of "Crawler" units encountered in the area, albeit on a far more complex level. Target is likely the mother unit of these drones - analysis of Local Communication Signals suggests that Sensory Information is being relayed from the drones to the target. Target's Noise production is on-par with that of combat-able Wave-Converted humans ('Wave Warriors') - subject may be heavily armed or otherwise capable of sustained battle performance. Obsolete Data Configuration has four matches in Database - Extreme caution is recommended for all possibilities.


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He had an idea. Dynamo. Can you get a hit on the target's Wave Signature?

Yeah, kiddo. Got it right here - relly complicated stuff, despite being so old. What ya need?

He gave a small smile. Scan the girl, and cross reference her Wave Signature with the target's. If they were the same. . .

It's a near perfect match. No one else in the room is even remotely close - although, our frequency is also rather close to it, interestingly enough.

He didn't like the sound of that - he was possibly compatible with whatever was affecting this girl. Just how aware was she of what she was doing? "I know you're connected to what's causing this. If you bring a stop to it now, I won't have to exert force, and you can leave with minimal charges."
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Total silence meets Mehk's words - the feedback from the speakers, the hum of the lights above, all of it seems to be completely muffled by the sheer tension in the theater...

Sigh. I told you, men like him don't comprehend anything beyond their job description. The safety of a bystander is a minor statistic compared to the elimination of the perpetrator - that is their way.

With that, the girl atop the faux castle is suddenly joined by a second figure - another of those gelatinous tentacles, bursting from the tiled roof like a geyser. This one is much larger than the drones Mehk has been eliminating left and right - it's hard to get a read on the thing's height or length, as the serpentine tendril coils around itself several times to form a puddle like 'base'. It is much larger than its apparent human compatriot, however, its wriggling tip crowned with what looks like an oversized bear trap fashioned into some kind of jagged scrap-metal mask, a reddish glow emanating from its pitch-black eyeholes. There also appears to be a bleached human skull suspended within its transparent body...

"...He isn't attacking, though. It kind of sounds like he wants to resolve things li-"
Yes, yes, that's how it always starts. It is their standard operating procedure - pacify through any means, then disarm and detain for the bounty. I've seen it from the Net Saviors, the Nation Z Pantheon Corps, Creamland's Red Knights, and a dozen other 'keepers of the peace'. And I will not let another master fall for the same tricks again.

That whole tirade could practically be considered an attack all on its own, as the database search function of Mehk's Hunter-VG is bombarded with all sorts of interesting keyword and article links. In any case, all of these names appear to have belonged to a vast assortment of law enforcement agencies from around the world... none of them are in service any more, however.

"But what if he's telling the truth? He said he just wants us to stop hol-"
And exactly what do you think will happen if I recall my pseudopods? I am the only thing keeping the crowds from escaping to refund their original tickets. Without them, there is no audience, no profits to be had by the cast, no motivation, and therefore no show. Did we not just have this discussion?
"...Just give me one chance to fix this. If that doesn't work... then we'll do this your way."
...One chance.

After a moment's hesitation, the human of the duo walks towards the edge of the faux-castle's roof, as if preparing to jump... and, in fact does so! The gelatinous tentacle withdraws into whatever crevice it wormed through, and manages to reappear directly underneath the girl's landing spot, catching and cushioning her fall like a liquid gymnastics mat. Now upon the stage proper, she cautiously walks towards the front row of seats, her gigantic boots falling upon the wooden floor, their metal buckles rattling like chains with each step. Red and black leather, with what appears to be sculpted white enamel in the rough shape of a skull around the toe, studded with bronze horn-like spikes around the cranium, with the 'teeth' forming the grip tread upon the sole, and golden chains with a sharp-fanged skull buckle decorating the ankle. Upon closer examination, the skull motif appears to be a recurring theme in the girl's outfit - her black top is emblazoned with a fanged white skull design upon the chest, and her white-laced red skirt is accessorized with a golden chain-link belt with a skull buckle. She's even wearing a spiked leather collar around her left arm just to complete the punk look... and that hair! Dyed bright purple, fading to pink at the tips, with her twin-tails tied and styled in such a way that they resemble four-fingered talons with pink-red claws. A look that screams 'Rebellious Teen'. Or possibly 'Check It Out, My Parents Are Gothic Fashion Designers'.

"I... I'll only say this one more time! They're going to be back any minute, and they'll be bringing the rest of the audience with them. The show needs to be ready by then, or all of this will have been a waste of time! I know you probably don't care about any of that, but I'm not leaving here, and neither is anyone else until everything is ready!"
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He couldn't very well hear the conversation, but, he knew that she was arguing with the gelatinous figure that appeared beside her. After a precursory scan, he knew that this was - in fact - the cause of all this confusion.

It didn't seem like it was trying to influence her as strongly as situations in the past - rather than out right controlling her, it was appealing to her general personality and possible vulnerability. But, just h- !?

To his horror, the girl suddenly jumped down from that castle. He thought about rushing forward to catch her, before he realized that he didn't have that kind of speed. She hadn't fallen a couple of inches before her gelatinous "friend" - a rather kind label, that - scooped down to cushion her fall.

Catastrophe averted, he watched as she started walking closer to the edge of the stage. He, being on the top of the stairs, was only able to make out minute details before - now, he had a much better look. She carried the motifs of the usually disturbed, rebellious gothic teenager, but had an air of effervescence that was a complete foil to her looks.

She shouted at him, with fervor. How much of this was staged by that being?

It didn't matter. He didn't come here to smash through a few doors and beat up a misled teenager. He came here to solve the problem - and he might've found the real one in need of fixing.

He carefully raised the bottom of the base, revealing the spider-like legs that circled the bottom. Going slowly down the stairs - he really didn't want to fall down those stairs - he clicked his way closer to her, his makeshift legs causing a tattarrattat against the wood.

At the bottom, he stopped. He didn't get any closer; the space between them was defined as the space between the stage and the first row of stairs. His Data Analyzer was taking everything in, gauging more about the creature based on this close-up view of it. He ignored that.

"Dynamo: Dismount."

Uh. . .kid? You sure that's a good idea? his Wizard answered, sincerely. He kept his gaze on the girl, and let his silence be an answer.

He felt more than saw his body, previously undetectable from the Wave Form's, shifting from Wave to Matter. He felt himself safely encased within a sturdy form, despite his eyes still seeing through Dynamo Kaiser's, and knew that he and Dynamo were separate. A second later, Dynamo Kaiser's plating shifted and folded away, like small bricks shifting aside to reveal a secret passage. Where the form had been seamless, it folded away with ease, giving him a way out - a small platform lowered him from the large, towering form of Dynamo Kaiser, nothing more than a skeletal suit behind him.

He stood up to the tallest he could manage, a small piece of Dynamo Kaiser leeching away to form a cane that he could support himself with. In his Satella Uniform - white pants, black undershirt, white jacket, black gloves and his orange visualizers hanging from his neck - he hobbled towards the Stage. Vulnerable. Possibly far too trusting.

"I don't want to have to hurt you, and I'd beg you that you don't make me. All you have to do is let these poor people go. Stand down, and let me remove the minions you have set up so that they can go free. The show will go on - just not today," he tried, talking with his hands as normal. He . . .he couldn't imagine having to fight this girl. He didn't want to imagine that.

Then, a thought came to his head, and he smiled. "I'll make you a deal. We put all of this away - the minions, the ice, the behemoth behind me - and we just let these people go home. When they get ready to launch the show again, I'll personally take you to see it. No one gets hurt, your show goes on, and, most importantly, I won't have to take you to prison."
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"...He-!"
...A most interesting development...

The would-be criminal appears to be quite taken aback by this turn of events. Her eyes widen in relative shock, and Mehk is now close enough to discern their brilliant cyan-blue irises in full. This girl is obviously no skilled combatant, with very little experience in whatever she's doing here and now - perhaps a bit on the audacious side for her sheer willingness to stand up to an officer of the law, suggesting a stint in activism or protesting...

"He's injured... and why is he so young? I thought he was an officer or mercenary, not..."

And with that, her 'friend' rises from the floorboards to join her once again. And in contrast to her, the gelatinous monster is just as featureless as it was from a distance - a very simple design, whatever it is. The thing's scarred-and-dented metal mask stares down at Mehk, that baleful red glow behind its eye sockets intensifying... and is that a human skull floating inside it?

And why is Mehk able to see it without his Visualizer?


Standard hiring age for the ONB and Pantheon. Child operators are often chosen for their raw talent and proficiency at adapting to situations... this one's Weapon is tailored to compensate for his disabilities.
"...He's giving us a way out. He says he'll help us if... if we stop."
Yes, yes, I can hear as well. And not only is this offer of his highly suspect, he is making promises that he has neither the intent nor the ability to keep.
"...I don't think he's lying, Thrash. Why do you keep saying tha-"
Because that is always how it happens! The negotiator is a ruse every time, they are waiting for us to drop our guard. And that is when the hail of sniper fire comes, or the cloaked commandos circling around to a flanking position decide to strike. You've already endangered yourself enough by revealing and exposing yourself like this...

...Is this thing some sort of military construct? Its dialogue suggests experience with police tactics, and Dynamo's close-range scans are revealing a great deal about it - it is man-made, whatever it is, its EM signature revealing human-set programming parameters. It is definitely armed - judging from what Dynamo can glean from its physical make-up, it is built for combat. The tentacle-drones and 'frozen' patches seen earlier indicate specialization in fortifying a closed area for extended guerrilla tactics, or perhaps mass crowd suppression... an analysis of its Elemental Signature also suggests proficiency against foes using anti-armor or incendiary weaponry. If he didn't know better, Dynamo would have to say that this foe is a military-class Wizard built for riot suppression and bomb disposal. But what the hell is it doing here?

Consider this - what authority does he have to fix what has transpired here today? Even if he is sincere, he is just an officer. He can't pull strings within the theater to keep the production together, he can't replace the missing cast, he can't stop the crowds from refunding their tickets before a new schedule can be set... and he can't stop his superiors from judging our actions more harshly. Superiors who would rather have another notch on their blades than settle for a boring 'peaceful' solution. In fact, he is now a dangerous witness, as he has seen your face... the safest solution is to stay the course. If all goes as you have planned, the aftermath of the show will exonerate you and your actions as harmless, your mercenary will have the opportunity to bask in the limelight as the new star of the show... and all you have to do is keep HIM from interfering for a little while longer. Nobody needs to be hurt... unless, of course, they throw themselves into harm's way with ill intent.
"...The best possible outcome. Everybody wins, so long as I stand firm..."
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Mehk raised an accusatory eyebrow at the gelatinous Wave Being, assuming it had placed itself on a visible frequency to bother him. It had a baleful glow behind its gaze, carrying around small bits of debris inside of it like some sort of kleptomaniac. . .the skull floating around inside of it disturbed him a bit, but, he wasn't really paying attention to it anyways.

He glanced back and forth between the two, their demeanor towards one another confirming his fears: The gelatinous Wave Being was influencing her. He liked to think that she was usually perfectly rational; it was this thing, appealing to her fears, that turned her into a weapon.

From its talk, it was familiar with police tactics and regimes. Or, at least, it thought it was - using a twisted version of past, far more dangerous situations to tell this girl just how Mehk was going to have her arrested. He needed to throw it off guard.

He made a plaintive gesture back to Dynamo Kaiser's skeleton behind him with his free hand, saying, "I'm not apart of some off-hand mercenary organization, and this isn't a weapon behind me. I'm an officer of the Satella Police, which gives me the full authority to do whatever I deem necessary with the criminals I find.

"What you called a "Weapon," I call Dynamo,"
he said with a bit of pride, turning his head to look at his friend. "Come on, Dynamo. Be a bit social."

For a second, Dynamo made no response. Then, he heard a slight sigh of exasperation - Dynamo wasn't at all happy about this. He felt an intense heat as Dynamo Kaiser's form lit up behind him, and, then, Dynamo materialized from pixelated data beside him. The rhino-esque Wizard flexed his large shields about, keeping his gaze on the gelatinous Wave Being in front of Mehk. "Kid, if this thing attacks ya, ya cain't blame me fer not warnin' ya."

Mehk ignored that comment, smiling at the girl. "Now, for your little 'friend's,'" he started, using air-quotes as he said 'friend,' "chagrin, if you really want, I can ask Dynamo to make an infrared thermal scan of the grounds, as far around as you think necessary to confirm that I am the only non-accounted for person on the premise. If an infrared scan isn't enough for you, he can also search for signals given off - every Satella personnel will have their badge on them, which will be giving off a specific frequency that Dynamo's specialized scans can pick up."

In his peripheral vision, he caught an icy look from Dynamo. Either he wasn't too happy about his services being offered to possible criminals, or he wasn't all too pleased about Mehk revealing some Satella secrets like that. Maybe both.

"On the note of my perceived authority, I'd hate to quibble, but, to correct you on the matter, I am not a mere Officer; I am a Connections Officer and Community Consultant, as well as a part of the Intelligence Core. Meaning it is literally my job to have connections in the community for the express purpose of pulling strings.

"If by my Superior you mean my Chief, then, you're right; I have no real authority to decide what he might want to do with you. But, I can throw my suggestion into the fray, and I know from experience that the Chief will not allow any ill will or lack of generosity to find you. In fact, he'd probably pull all the strings he could to ensure that you,"
he stopped for a second, nodding his head to make certain it was clear he was talking to the girl, "have no charges placed against you that would require prison.

"I mean, let's be honest here,"
he started again, throwing up his hands in a plaintive gesture. He started counting off things on his hands: "What exactly have you done here? Damaged company property, harassed a few civilians, kept a few people hostage - did you threaten to kill or harm anyone? If not, then, the only charges are monetary, and I'll pay out of my own pocket to make sure that you don't need to pay a dime. Additionally, all I have to accomplish is prove that this being," he paused to point at the gelatinous figure, "is influencing you, and you'll be exonerated."

He finally finished, attacking and tearing problems apart as they were listed. He was pulling all the stops, nothing held back, with every hope that he could reach out to this girl to see that this wasn't necessary. They were practically the same age, and, while what the changes in growth environment caused in differences between them intrigued him, he wouldn't allow them to force him to fight her.

"The offer is still up. Just let it all down, and let me help you. I'll pull zenny from my own account to make sure this event goes on as originally planned, and I'll make sure you get to see it."
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Dead silence, save for a stray gust of wind from the open door demonstrating the acoustic properties of the theater's structure. Up on the stage, it is becoming more and more obvious that the girl is completely out of her element here - faced with a problem that wasn't hers to solve, stumbling across what seemed like a perfect solution at that exact moment of emotional weakness. A common sight for the Satella Police when it came to cyber-crime, especially when it involved rogue EM entities... of course, that last bit is always the tricky part.

...Hehehe... BWAHAHAHAHA!! Oh, this is ADORABLE! I don't care if this IS a ruse, this is easily the most effort I've ever seen one of you put into the diplomacy act. Your Operator deserves an award nomination for that performance...
"...I really don't think you should be making fun of him, given the circumstances..."
Oh, relax. If I was mocking him, I wouldn't be laughing... I take it all back, the boy's harmless!

The semiliquid menace suddenly collapses and recedes back from whence it came, leaving the girl alone upon the stage... before suddenly coming up from a small vent under the stage, now considerably closer to Mehk and Dynamo. At such close range, Mehk can now see the individual bubbles within the creature's gelatinous form, and what appear to be tiny red veins running across its surface... and if he somehow can't see the fine details from here, the thing is nice enough to simply stretch its mass towards him, the chattering metal mask now sitting upon a serpentine pseudopod a mere meter away from his face...

Oh, don't get me wrong - that's not to say that you aren't a force to be reckoned with. I do believe you would be capable of wreaking an impressive amount of carnage and destruction upon just about anything that dared to engage you... but on the other hand, you aren't just another trigger-happy grunt fresh out of the meat factory with a stack of Giga-Class Chips and a death wish. It's refreshing to see your sort actually make use of that gray matter between your ears for once. And you seem to be the sort who would actually stand behind your promises once push came to shove...

The reddish glow behind the mask's eye-sockets intensifies for a moment... and within seconds, Mehk and Dynamo notice the various patches of crystalline debris and stray tentacles around the theater starting to recede and vanish...

Of course, if you're actually serious about all of this, there's still a few little details to iron out. I'm still not sure if you've convinced her yet... well, Minerva? Are you certain that this will be more effective in the long run than my methods?
"Y-Yes! Anything if we don't have to keep doing this!"
...Hmhm. A shame, this was a fun way to stretch out after two hundred years of nothing. A Dimensional Weapon can only stay pent-up like that for so long... so, who gets to break the news to the mercenary that his show is cancelled?
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The laughing tested Mehk's patience, but, he let the EM Being go on its little banter. In the end, it was worth it - they stood down.

He let his serious face shift into a smile, watching as the frozen slime and tentacles slowly receded. "Perfect. I'm glad to here it. As for your past accomplice; you can leave him to me.

"Now, then; aside from that, we still need to follow protocol. Both of you will have to come with me to the Base so that we can properly document everything, and I'll have to escort you to your parents, Minerva. After we get everything sorted out, your 'Weapon' may have to deal with some things - I have no influence over what Satella will do with you, sadly - but, overall, I'm sure it won't be of too great a problem."


With that in mind, he absconded. Towards the back, where he was told their mercenary was hard at work, making their new script. Once he got back there, he found the poor bloke passed out, obviously not working on their new script. A small cooking pot laid beside him, with mushrooms inside of it, looking like they had grown right out of the bottom - some of them were burning. One whiff of the air made his nose wrinkle; it smelled horrid, in here. He traced the smell back to the guy, and guessed that he had found someone else's stash and tried smoking them. He clamped some hand cuffs around his wrists, and stepped to the side.

Shambling back to the stage, he pulled the curtain aside to look back at Dynamo. "I've got a passed out mercenary back here. . .think you could carry him?" he asked with a smile, kind of feeling bad for his Wizard.

Dynamo, as he expected, scoffed. "I look like a gurney to you?" he retorted. Despite his answer, though, the Wizard started floating over.

"Well, no. But you do have more muscles than I do, and happen to not be crippled," he pointed out. Dynamo only huffed, as he picked up the guy from off the floor and hefted him - rather unceremoniously - over his shoulder.

Mehk hobbled carefully down the ramp - some architect thought of him while building the place. "Alright, we can go now," he choked, the smell coming from the man over Dynamo's shoulder unbearable. He gestured at the captive audience to follow him, assuring them that everything would be fine.

The next few minutes were encompassed by a series of winding hallways, weary followers, and a lot of questions Mehk didn't know all the answers to, yet. And even if he knew the answers, he wasn't at liberty to reply to them.

"Who's the girl?"

"Why aren't they in hand cuffs?"

"What's gonna happen to her Wizard?"

"Her parents were so worried about her! What are they gonna think?!"

"What about us? Are we gonna get some sort of compensation for all this?"

"Where'd all the tentacles come from?"

The list went on and on. He heard hushed whispers about a crippled officer, quite a few people worried about just how safe they were. He ignored those comments, frequently checking behind him to assure that Minerva and Thrash were still following.


Once they were outside, the entire lot was lit up by siren lights. More local police officers have shown up, and, by now, a few Satella Officers had shown up. The Satella operatives had guns trained on the exit; otherwise, no one looked worried. As soon as they saw it was Mehk, and noticed the crowd of people behind him, they lowered their weapons and ran forward to help with getting people to their guardians or whatever help they may need.

Mehk purposefully got behind Thrash and Minerva, shewing away any operative that tried to bother them. "I have them, don't worry. I've got some questions I need to ask before I take them to the Base," he said each time, or some sort of variation of that statement.

The third Officer that came up almost got the Backup Star thrown on him. Mehk insisted Dynamo get him back; that was a part of his investigation, too. All of these people would have to stay here a little longer; he'd need info from everyone.

Once they were away from all the fuss, Mehk tapped Minerva to get her to stop. "Now. . .we're going to find your parents. When we do, I'm going to have to tell them something. Off the books, of course; you were forced into work with the mercenary, acting under duress. The real version of everything will go down into Satella Records, as will you and all the information on Thrash. Which means I'm going to need the real, straight story, directly from both of you."

He knew, and hopefully they did, too, that the only way he would be able to vouch for them properly is if he had the whole story. Because of the nature of the crime, her parents wouldn't learn everything - that was protocol. Citizens didn't need to know about EM Criminal's true nature.
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If I deem them to be TOO great a problem, rest assured that there will be no survivors.
"... ... ..."


And so, this frightening-but-ultimately-harmless incident is swiftly brought to a close. With no further barricades sealing off the exits or betentacled minions holding hostages, the numerous trapped patrons of DenStudio 8 make their way off of the property, some of them staying to answer questions posed by Satella Investigators now arriving on-scene to clean up. Of course, many of them have questions of their own - none are answered as the leading officer of this operation lead the apparent culprit away from the studio. Minerva is silent throughout the whole trip, yet oddly stoic otherwise - the amorphous monstrosity trailing just behind her glowers menacingly at pretty much anyone and anything brave enough to approach any closer than twenty feet, prompting more than a few terrified reactions. Interesting that the people here are able to see the so-called 'Wizard' even without the use of a Visualizer...

Within a few minutes, details of the incident start to pour in from various sources - including communication from the field in nearby Wilshire Hills. Apparently, a man suffering from hallucinations and exhibiting erratic behavior was spotted climbing up the side of the IFL Tower with his bare hands, his description matching that of the lead actor who had disappeared prior to the incident. When cross-referenced with Mehk's findings in the studio, it doesn't take long to figure out what happened... which leaves only the matter of Minerva's own account and motives.

And so, the debriefing and what could be called an 'interrogation' begins. Unlike most witnesses or culprits taken from a scene, Minerva seems quite calm and confident as she begins her account of events. It had all started when this girl and her adoptive parents, on vacation from the small Netopian province of Netsylvania, had chosen to cap off the trip with a taste of nostalgia, only to be sorely disappointed when the show was suddenly cancelled...


"...We were only going to be in Electopia for a couple more days, and my uncles were really looking forward to the show. I didn't want the trip to be a complete wash... but then I remembered that this place had just been reopened after being abandoned for nearly a century. I figured that the closed-off building that was still being renovated might have some old props or something from the old days. Treasure-hunting's always been a hobby of mine, and I thought a souvenir from the wreckage might lighten the mood, so I snuck off when the theater was emptying out. The door wasn't locked or anything... that ninja guy followed me in, I think, and then the floor collapsed and we both wound up in this big tunnel in the basement..."
That 'tunnel' having been my home for the last two hundred years. I don't get visitors very often, so I was willing to forgive the intrusion... at least until the shinobi detected my presence and attacked me without provocation.
"...Yeah, that almost got pretty brutal. So anyway, we all started talking, and we got the idea of getting the show up and running again so that the theater's grand-reopening wouldn't be ruined. The show was a retelling of this old samurai duel atop a castle in End City, and we had a real live ninja to take the place of the missing actor. All we had to do was get everything set up before the crowd could leave and refund their tickets..."
Which is where my own talents came into play. As we demonstrated here, I am no stranger to keeping large crowds under control, or to securing a stronghold. I would keep the patrons at bay until the stage was set, and then after a little talk with the cast and crew, the show would go on as scheduled. I still say it would have worked out nicely, with or without your intervention.
"...It wouldn't have been worth it. Didn't you see how scared and angry all those people were? They wouldn't have enjoyed the show at all..."
Bah! If they didn't, it would only serve as proof of the low quality of the production!
"...We didn't mean to cause so much trouble. And I certainly didn't want to hurt anyone."
And you didn't. Don't apologize on account of these rabble's weak constitutions.
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Mehk clicked a small button on his Hunter V-G, a small window appearing that copied everything the two said, in separate colors to point out separate people, onto it. Once they were done talking, the window shrunk back into his Hunter.

He nodded, satisfied. "Alright. With that taken care of, I've got to locate your parents," he told her, pointing towards a gathering crowd. "Everyone over there is looking for their children. Find your parents, and I'll give them the safe version of the incursion. Afterwords, we'll be going down to the base; your accomplice, included." At that, he took a step back and waited for her to eye her parents out of the crowd.


I hope you know what yer doin', kid, Dynamo thought, floating silently beside his partner. Looking back at the theater, he came to the harsh realization that, had the situation turned sour, he may not have been fast enough to safe Mehk from an attack by Thrash. He had smoke rising out of his nostrils from the thought of it. . .the Wizard better have been worth the save. As their story was told, Dynamo scanned the Wizard from top to bottom, cataloging all he had learned about the Wizard into his database. If he ever wanted to turn sour, Dynamo was ready for 'em.
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"...I'm sorry, but I can't do that."

Having been briefly seated, as an interrogation conducted entirely while standing would be the most uncomfortable goddamn thing ever, Minerva breathes deeply before rising to her feet, brushing her hair off of her shoulders. She glances back over towards the crowd...

Excuse me? I'm not certain that disobeying an officer's directive is going t-
"I'm not going to lie to them, and I'm not going to let anyone lie on my behalf either. They... they were worried about me, they deserve to know everything. And so does everyone else here."
...Oh. That... that is certainly not what I was expecting. This is quite a noble thing for you to consider...
"I've made up my mind. Nothing good ever comes from hiding the truth. If there's anything I have to do to make it up to everyone, I'm not exactly underprivileged or powerless either. Besides... I don't want to think about what the 'safe version' would be, especially if it puts the blame on Mr. Kitakaze or Thrash. This was all my idea, they helped because I asked them..."
Nonsense. I am an extension of my wielder - I am just as responsible for our actions as you are. Just as I will be for as long as we are bound.~
"You wouldn't have done any of this if I hadn- ...wait, 'bound'?"

...Is the gelatinous monster smiling all of a sudden? How the hell does a rigid metal mask with no moving parts even smirk, anyway?

Did I not mention this, already? My cooperation was no act of charity - I obeyed because you, Miss Minerva, possess the key traits required by my programming to form a binding link. And I will continue to obey your every command - as per the terms set by my former master upon his death two hundred years ago, you are now designated as my new wielder, the heir to all of his earthly assets and belongings, myself included.

The color in Minerva's face has suddenly drained out completely...
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Mehk had looked down at his Hunter for a second. After hearing her response, he slowly raised his gaze back to meet hers. He gave a quick look around, to see if anyone else had heard her statement; no one else seemed to be paying them any attention.

He rolled his shoulders, thinking about the best way to put it without sounding insensitive or rude. He realized he was making a face, and quickly changed back to his neutral look. The awkward silence wasn't making things any better, but, he didn't want to just come out and tell her that she couldn't do that.

Looked like there was no getting around it, though. "Eh. . .yeah, about that. As much as I appreciate the sentiments and thoughts behind your actions - and don't get me wrong, I am in no way encouraging you to construct a facsimile for your parents - but, you kind of can't tell your parents the full story. Satella Regulations forbid it - both for the safety of our officers, and the preservation of the peace," he paused, hoping she'd understand.

"It's a noble thing you want to do - but, don't worry, your parents won't be lied to. In fact, there's a bit more about this situation that we can tell than normal, if only because you and your pa-" he suddenly stopped, realizing that her companion was talking.

Mehk raised an eyebrow as he listened to the story. Slowly, parts of his story started connecting with things Mehk already knew: This Thrash was ancient; he is not a normal EM Being; and, as things appeared, he had more connecting him to this place than Minerva. "And your old master, what of him? You said he deceased two hundred years ago; of what relation did he have to this place, that Minerva just so happened to find you?"
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Those red glowing eyes are now focused upon Mehk - he can now sense a hint of distaste and anger in that gaze, despite the creature's unemotive face...

You now stand upon sacred ground, boy - or at least, what is left of it. While this area now hosts some manner of public theater, long ago it was the foundation of the Cambion Vineyards, the core of my master's Electopian business holdings. It was also the site of our last stand against the so-called 'Net Saviors' of the Electopia ONB - his remains now rest with me, and I have stood firm as the guardian of this place as per his final commands.

Well, that explains the skull, at least. A few of those names sound a little familiar - probably from a history book or something, considering this being's age.

I have waited for a very long time, protecting the tomb and remaining fortune of L. Bearach Cambion, my keeper and master. Though his overseas holdings were seized following his demise, I have stood guard over what remains of his property here. Many have tried to finish what the Net Saviors started and return with the spoils of victory, and under my watch, all have failed. Somewhere along the line, they stopped coming down - today was the first time anyone has stepped into my domain since then... and as fate would have it, my first visitor in a century possessed the qualities that I have been seeking.
"...This is going to be hard to explain to my uncles."
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Mehk lifted his good leg and glanced at the ground underneath it, and then made a purposeful stare around the premise. Shrines? Nope. Temples? Negative. Deific Statues? None.

"To my knowledge, these are not sacred grounds. In fact, they couldn't be anything farth-"

"Kid, he wa'dn't bein' literal," Dynamo interrupted. Mehk felt blood rush to his face in embarrassment.

"Right, then. In any case," he went on, racking his memory. "If my memory serves me well, I believe that the ONB was a force dedicated to protecting the Net, in the day of the NetNavi? Correct me if I'm wrong, but, that would mean that your master was a criminal. A high grade criminal, at that," he accused, keeping his voice calm and level. One wrong word, and he could set this thing off.

With the knowledge that this being has been around since the age of the NetNavi, though, it did start putting some more pieces to add to his puzzle. He was older than Mehk first thought. ". . .Or am I wrong?"

He hoped his memory didn't serve him as well as normal, and that this Wizard would tell him he's wrong.
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