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Dab walks back to his room and opens a panel in the wall.
He pulls out one of his past journals to refresh his memory on what happened during the time he wrote it.

Germanic Templars wrote:

Swith Witherward wrote:"I agree," she glared at Superbia. "We all seem to be in this hall. Who is missing?"

"Depends, really. Now my great idea... What if, I went to Naomi, told her i'm sorry for calling all those nasty words and gave her a hug." *Creates a bouquet of flowers* "And gave her some flowers too."

"Yes, that sounds like a good plan, right up until she dissolves your molecules. Naomi is every bit as powerful as I am. She doesn't doesn't understand it."

Monfrox wrote:

Western Borderlands wrote:The room was empty...although it looked very strange...
for one thing it had Red X's all over the walls...
there was a bag in the middle of the room and ripped pages from a book everywhere....

"Erm....what the fuck happened to his room?" Nykon asked himself

"Gather any Intel you can. We're on a manhunt now." She said as she grabbed up some pages.

Nykon grabbed the bag....it was filled with ammo to an Uzi.

He then looked under the bed and found a journal...

Manhunt eh? he thought as he looked at the Use for a brief moment.

then he continued looking...

"So should I run this solo, or do any of you want to help? Or should we try talking to her?"

After giving it some thought IJ made her way outside where the snow was piling up. She began to walk to the nearest gas station.

"Honestly, Bones... I really don't know how to approach it. Spread out and search? The only ones capable of taking her on are you, me and User."

--

Naomi retreated into the shadows, curiosity denied. She set off in search of someone who needed her.

Bran awoke strapped down in someones lab. He felt pain all across his body as he strained to check the damage. Both legs felt broken, and something in his left arm wasn't working properly, making his hand twitch uncontrollably.

He hoped someone would just kill him, quick and painlessly.

"We need to find Dab. Or someone who has control over the security cameras." She stated as she began to look over the pages.

The BranRiech wrote:Bran awoke strapped down in someones lab. He felt pain all across his body as he strained to check the damage. Both legs felt broken, and something in his left arm wasn't working properly, making his hand twitch uncontrollably.

He hoped someone would just kill him, quick and painlessly.

A hand touched his face. "Hello, Bran. I've lost you twice. It's time to let go..."

"... Hold up, I'm sensing her... She's on the move, follow me."

He left, tracking Naomi. Totenkopf followed him.

Swith Witherward wrote:

Germanic Templars wrote:
"Depends, really. Now my great idea... What if, I went to Naomi, told her i'm sorry for calling all those nasty words and gave her a hug." *Creates a bouquet of flowers* "And gave her some flowers too."

"Yes, that sounds like a good plan, right up until she dissolves your molecules. Naomi is every bit as powerful as I am. She doesn't doesn't understand it."

"Well shit." "Then maybe I should accompany him or do it for him." *He said stepping out of the shadows*

Swith Witherward wrote:A hand touched his face. "Hello, Bran. I've lost you twice. It's time to let go..."

"Don't touch me!" Bran shouted, coughing in-between most words. He saw a Knife hovering over his neck, being held by the person talking to him.

Swith set off after Bones and Totenkopf. She tried reaching out to the girl, but received only stabbing pain in her head from Naomi.

--

"Shhh... it's okay. I'm here."

Monfrox wrote:"We need to find Dab. Or someone who has control over the security cameras." She stated as she began to look over the pages.

The pages had drawings of symbols on them.....

Nykon looked at the journal...

I have never seen him with this he thought

He looked inside the journal....red X's were everywhere....but there was a page which startled him
It said:

Eliminate.....all of them....those fraudulent people...kill them all KILL THEM ALL!

He closed the journal...

He lost it. He thought

Swith Witherward wrote:"Shhh... it's okay. I'm here."

Regaining his composure, Bran looked pleadingly up, knowing the knife wasn't actually there.

"Help . . . Me."

Swith Witherward wrote:Swith set off after Bones and Totenkopf. She tried reaching out to the girl, but received only stabbing pain in her head from Naomi.

--

"Shhh... it's okay. I'm here."

"Are you okay...?" she whispered.

Swith Witherward wrote:Swith set off after Bones and Totenkopf. She tried reaching out to the girl, but received only stabbing pain in her head from Naomi.

--

"Shhh... it's okay. I'm here."

"What are you doing in my lab?" Gretta said and prepared to attach her perception filter to Bran's head.

The BranRiech wrote:

Swith Witherward wrote:"Shhh... it's okay. I'm here."

Regaining his composure, Bran looked pleadingly up, knowing the knife wasn't actually there.

"Help . . . Me."

"Bran..." Naomi wept, touching his face. "She's broken you. I'll help you. You won't have to suffer, I promise. You can go home to Gio's mama. Okay?" She kissed his cheek.

The lab, cold and echoing, mocked her. This was the Drone's doing. The Drone had caused Bran to die. Naomi swept the room with fire, burning the equipment before tearing its atoms apart. She stood in the flames, impervious and inhuman, and wept for Bran's sake.

"Time to go, Bran. You can't breath the air. You'll suffer from it." She folded around him, table and all.

Bones and Totenkopf were charging down the hallway, zeroing in on Naomi's position.

"She just did something! I don't know what she did, but she did something. Something involving her powers and destruction. We must hurry!"

"Wha . . .?"

OOC: He's supposed to die right?

Bone Fort wrote:Bones and Totenkopf were charging down the hallway, zeroing in on Naomi's position.

"She just did something! I don't know what she did, but she did something. Something involving her powers and destruction. We must hurry!"

"What? What did she... oh, no." Swith felt the draw of energy entering their dimension. "She's just set NVE's lab on fire."

This must be what it felt like to be free. There was no way earth would survive an invasion from the drone empire, and so it was best to live life to the fullest. Starting with something small was best as IJ started to steal some candy and soda.

Bone Fort wrote:Bones and Totenkopf were charging down the hallway, zeroing in on Naomi's position.

"She just did something! I don't know what she did, but she did something. Something involving her powers and destruction. We must hurry!"

Swith Witherward wrote:

Bone Fort wrote:Bones and Totenkopf were charging down the hallway, zeroing in on Naomi's position.

"She just did something! I don't know what she did, but she did something. Something involving her powers and destruction. We must hurry!"

"What? What did she... oh, no." Swith felt the draw of energy entering their dimension. "She's just set NVE's lab on fire."

"Oh, shi tzu..." The Dinosaur was not going to be happy. "Bones is right, we've gotta hurry! It could spread!"

Western Borderlands wrote:

Monfrox wrote:"We need to find Dab. Or someone who has control over the security cameras." She stated as she began to look over the pages.

The pages had drawings of symbols on them.....

Nykon looked at the journal...

I have never seen him with this he thought

He looked inside the journal....red X's were everywhere....but there was a page which startled him
It said:

Eliminate.....all of them....those fraudulent people...kill them all KILL THEM ALL!

He closed the journal...

He lost it. He thought

"We won't find him standing around here, let's move." She said as she put the pages in the journal and gave it to Nykon. She walked out. "DAB!" She shouted for him.

Swith Witherward wrote:

The BranRiech wrote:
Regaining his composure, Bran looked pleadingly up, knowing the knife wasn't actually there.

"Help . . . Me."

"Bran..." Naomi wept, touching his face. "She's broken you. I'll help you. You won't have to suffer, I promise. You can go home to Gio's mama. Okay?" She kissed his cheek.

The lab, cold and echoing, mocked her. This was the Drone's doing. The Drone had caused Bran to die. Naomi swept the room with fire, burning the equipment before tearing its atoms apart. She stood in the flames, impervious and inhuman, and wept for Bran's sake.

"Time to go, Bran. You can't breath the air. You'll suffer from it." She folded around him, table and all.

Gretta looked at her wrecked lab and the destroyed filter in her hand. "Everytime I turn my back! I never get to preform surgury, even if it is helpful. I need a frikkin' drink." Gretta said and left for Chaos.