PL IC Thread IX++ //Oddsbodikins & Atomic Kittens//

[Fvaarniimar]

Rmwtyliin, frightened by the general chaos and, in particular, the apparent extreme violence, looked for a place of relative safety. The sigils were entrancing... But they were also red, and while she could handle someone foreign wearing a bit of the hue, a room being coated in what might as well to her have been blood was not something she could stand to be around. While the area around the bus was far from calm, she'd gotten good at spotting secluded spots where she, and her loved ones, could take a break. There was a small overhang formed by a few supplies near the bus, usable by one around her size. (And, as her handler didn't wish the girl to end up stuck in quite that inhospitable a dimension, the supplies in question were one which would be needed before the bus was to leave.)

Overwhelmed by everything, hidden from scrutiny by the shelter and the general din, she allowed herself, finally, to cry.

[Primordial Luxa]

Aegis pulled a black piece of cloth from a belt around his waist and began daubing his wrists cleaning them up as he surveyed his work. The corners of the room were all abominations of space each stretching beyond sigh and into anyone who view them while glowing in a pale purple light that burned violet into the retinas of anyone who saw them causing everything to be tingled slightly. The symbols seemed to lose meaning and they blended into the space and became angles unto them self.

Aegis had scrawled a large circle in the middle of the room which stood roughly three meters across and was filled with crazed writings all using the English alphabet but not consisting on any recognizable words. Instead disjointed clutches read “Aborugo, Daggotaur Ela-rteist Gudhole Hatuaming Leloana Machullan Ogornegothos Oth-rsathut Sthaqura That-thugosa Thuarscl U'marthat Yil-is Yshubbha”. The words were important names and concepts that lacked a real method of descriptions but allowed the soul to siphoned, directed, distilled, molded, repurposed, combined and manipulated to give the strange geometry in the corners potency.

Aegis was once again being ignored by many of those around him save the new comer but he apathetically sighed. “If you want to leave stand in the circle.” He said as he step into the center and began humming a low discordant noise.

[The Fourth Reborn Ophanim Empire]

Aegis pulled a black piece of cloth from a belt around his waist and began daubing his wrists cleaning them up as he surveyed his work. The corners of the room were all abominations of space each stretching beyond sigh and into anyone who view them while glowing in a pale purple light that burned violet into the retinas of anyone who saw them causing everything to be tingled slightly. The symbols seemed to lose meaning and they blended into the space and became angles unto them self.

Aegis had scrawled a large circle in the middle of the room which stood roughly three meters across and was filled with crazed writings all using the English alphabet but not consisting on any recognizable words. Instead disjointed clutches read “Aborugo, Daggotaur Ela-rteist Gudhole Hatuaming Leloana Machullan Ogornegothos Oth-rsathut Sthaqura That-thugosa Thuarscl U'marthat Yil-is Yshubbha”. The words were important names and concepts that lacked a real method of descriptions but allowed the soul to siphoned, directed, distilled, molded, repurposed, combined and manipulated to give the strange geometry in the corners potency.

Aegis was once again being ignored by many of those around him save the new comer but he apathetically sighed. “If you want to leave stand in the circle.” He said as he step into the center and began humming a low discordant noise.

"Thank the Gods, finally..." Venyx rejoiced. His weapon had brought down a few of the crowd's rowdiest, though it had hardly put a dent in the seemingly ever-growing forces outside the Bielefeld apartment complex. At this point, he wasn't sure that the mob was even just that anymore - it seemed possessed, bent on revenge for something Venyx wasn't certain of...if it was about the bus, it was a sorry overreaction. So, he concluded, there must have been something bigger at play, and that was the explanation the Ophanite was going with. No time to work out the semantics.

Dodging gunfire, Venyx took three more shots, barely aiming other than to try to at least get his blasts into the heart of the crowd. He ducked behind the bus as he attempted to slip the concentrated fire coming from the front entry now, eyes trained on Aegis. His exit strategy proved less than adequate, however, when he stood and a single, wayward bullet, likely mistimed and frantic, came crashing through the back window of the bus and straight into Ven's shoulder. He hardly reacted to the shot save for a moment where he stumbled a bit, shaken by the impact that had left a spider-web pattern in the shattered glass on the vehicle behind him, and ran.

Finally, he reached the safety of Aegis' magic circle. "I'm hit," He murmured, calmly, never-minding that he wasn't out of danger yet. Erris was going to love hearing about this - and by love, Venyx meant hate. Oh, he most definitely meant hate.

[The New Velociraptor Empire]

"Oh airhead, good thing you're here. Grab my gun from the dining room. It is at a low energy setting, so you can use it." NVE answered Tsu as he affixed an instrument panel to the bus dashboard.

[Germanic Templars]

Thriller observed the sudden change in the color of the rabbit's ears while saying, "Yes, well...I think the Boa constrictor was possibly the raptor, maybe. Waffles is Bran, and the fighting one I have no hell of an idea since most of the people, if not all, fight." He then went on to ask as he placed the rabbit on the ground, "Anyway, what pleasure do you own in seeking me?"

BRITISH GRAIN? I SHALL STOP EATING IT AT ONCE.

Thee rabbit ruffled its fur, somehow, and continued turning green; it was more than half-colorized by now.

GIANT STYGIAN WALRUS OF INFLATABLE DOOM. I SEEK IT. I MUST COLLECT THE EGGS OF ITS LICE. AND ITS SWEAT.

"Riiiiight....Well you do that. I think I shall be getting back to my lab and see if I can make me a bomb." He replied as he slowly inched his way to the bunker. "Anyway, I wish the best of luck to you, little furry comrade."

[Tiltjuice]

BRITISH GRAIN? I SHALL STOP EATING IT AT ONCE.

Thee rabbit ruffled its fur, somehow, and continued turning green; it was more than half-colorized by now.

GIANT STYGIAN WALRUS OF INFLATABLE DOOM. I SEEK IT. I MUST COLLECT THE EGGS OF ITS LICE. AND ITS SWEAT.

"Riiiiight....Well you do that. I think I shall be getting back to my lab and see if I can make me a bomb." He replied as he slowly inched his way to the bunker. "Anyway, I wish the best of luck to you, little furry comrade."

BOOMSTICK! replied the rabbit, and *POOF*ed to Swith.

[Tsuyoi Tekikoku]

"Oh airhead, good thing you're here. Grab my gun from the dining room. It is at a low energy setting, so you can use it." NVE answered Tsu as he affixed an instrument panel to the bus dashboard.

"Y-yes,Sir!". Tsu saluted and went to receive the Raptor's gun. She fell on her face again but quickly got up and grabbed the gun,running back quickly as possible. "Y-you sure you can trust me with this,Mr .Raptor?.."

[The New Velociraptor Empire]

"I trust you as far as I can throw you, now get out there and apply some mass destruction." NVE replied to Tsu.

The Anti-Time Gun would fire orbs of energy that ensnared the targets in a bubble of slowed time, freezing them in place.

[Germanic Templars]

"Riiiiight....Well you do that. I think I shall be getting back to my lab and see if I can make me a bomb." He replied as he slowly inched his way to the bunker. "Anyway, I wish the best of luck to you, little furry comrade."

BOOMSTICK! replied the rabbit, and *POOF*ed to join Bones and Minerva.

As MB disappeared, Thriller stopped for a moment and pondered on what just happened. He shrugged it off and headed back to the bunker when he remembered the spot he placed it. As we was walking to the shelter he thought aloud, "Damn, don't know how I should feel about that rabbit. Whether to keep an eye on it, avoid it, or try and negotiate with it some more.. Bah, possibly doesn't matter now."As he finished talking, he finally entered into the bunker to where he began to try and find where he placed his equipment.

[The BranRiech]

"Torii, instwad of killing people, why not just use the TF gun on them to make them something combat . . . Ineffective?" Bran shouted over the din as he welded the final engine into place. In vain, he realized that they were one propeller too short, except that Bran knew exactly where to get one at this point in time. He remembered that he recieved the propeller from the plane in his dreams as a wall-decoration at some point, and considering that each engine on the TU-95 (The plane in his dream) had double props, he could simply use those!

Bolting off even before Torii could take him up on his suggestion, the young man zoomed down the stairs in a fashion only capable of a User with rudimentary writing skills, as Bran's had possessed when this timeline had been occurring.

He ripped the props off the wall, and grabbed a few things near and dear to him on the off-chance that he'd get to keep them on their trip back to their original timeline.

"Hey! I got the propellers!"

[Tsuyoi Tekikoku]

"Roger!". Tsu went to fight the mob, memories of her job as a special forces soldier ran thew her head and she smiled just a little to be able to weild a gun again, she had a wing in a skeletal form arch itself into the ground and expanded just a little to act as cover and for Tsu to shoot over. She fired upon the mob hoping the power of this weapon would scare them.

[Mincaldenteans]

Lost in the crowd, but not far from the others, Mezran took satisfaction with clubbing all those that challenged him with ease. A headbutt there, a smack here, a cut over there, a kick to the gut there. He even had to push away an old crone who sic'ed a cat at him. He would have slain the pesky orange creature were it not for its superior reflexes as it ran back into the crowd, content to letting the Klingon deal with the angry mob.

A man sought to tackle the warrior, pushing Mezran several feet back but did nothing physically harmful. A large closed fist came down like a hammer on the frail human and the man sank to his knees, promptly getting kneed in the face for his troubles. The butt of his disruptor became a useful clubbing weapon that his mek'leth couldn't match, but where one concussed the other sliced and the warrior let out a frenzied cry and charged forward deeper into the mob.

[Torsiedelle]

Torii shrugged off Bran's suggestion. He was too kind, she thought. This mob was hellbent on hurting them all. She was beginning more and more to become jaded to her firing on civilians. It was almost like her comrades firing on the Southern protestors in her homeland; they were a threat that needed eradicating.

She expended her magazine and slid behind the rubble to reload. Having grabbed a new magazine from her bag, she tossed the spent one back in and fitted the new one in place. As she did, Torii observed the scene. Aegis was at work behind them, while NVE and Bran were hard at work with their way out. Having joined her in defense were the Space Man, the British fellow, and a few other strange faces, whom she assumed to be other wayward individuals who had been torn away from their original places, including....Tsu?

Torii fumbled. Her mag slipped out and her finger jammed into the rifle. She was too baffled to care. "Why is she here!?", She thought. A cold sweat began to overtake her. Of all the people...no, she couldn't have been sent back, but what if...

Torii snapped back into reality. She picked the magazine back up and loaded it correctly, then bipoded back up. "No time to dwell on it.", She told herself. "No time to dwell, no time to think, just keep firing, and stay alive."

She renewed her fire, despite being distracted now. She sincerely hoped that Bran and NVE would hurry up.


Meanwhile, Aegis was approached by another individual, who would have rather chosen the wisdom of a "sorcerer" to get them out of the current situation. He was the man from earlier, in the bone-like armor, with the ash-gray skin and blood red eyes. "Oi, so you're creating a sort of portal to get us out? I'll go with you. I don't trust in such strange craft that the reptilian fellow is attempting. I believe that you can do better."

[The BranRiech]

"Torii, dammit, stop killing people, they haven't killed any of us yet!" Bran shouted, finishing up the engines as he bolted the last propeller on. "I gave you the damn gun for that reason!" He shouted, shoving the tool in his pocket as he bolted into the bus where he left the electronics. NVE had been installing the electronics at this point, and the bus at least looked flyable. "NVE, you know we could have gotten my helicopter for this, should be on the roof, now let me take the stick."

[Cerillium]

The townspeople were hardy and stupid but not invincible. Several went down quickly by Mezran's actions, still others were killed by the exploding gas tank. The man with the rocket launcher briefly made eye contact with Torsii (his eyes were a kindly shade of brown) before a stray round stole the life from him. Another stray shot pieced the windscreen of the tar truck as it rumbled towards the scene. The driver, deader than Madonna's sex appeal, fell forward onto the wheel. His foot pressed the accelerator and the truck shot forward. A parked car spun away from it as it surged down the street, over the curb and towards the lobby wall's hole. The people's rage grew as their kinsmen fell. Out came the concealed weapons although their targets were blocked by the truck and the steam billowing from its contents.

Another explosion rocked the building as a second rocket struck it. Then a third. The people were sending a clear message.

Pulling Marcus down on a seat, Giovenith did her best to block out the terror around her. The people in the city were trying to hurt them, yes, but she didn't want them to be hurt or killed either. They were people too, who were just scared for their town's safety. The violence, the gunfire, the Russian swearing, a big part of her hoped that this would all turn out to be some kind of horrible dream.

"You're going to be okay," she turned to her most familiar route: comfort. Tentatively, so as not to seem insulting, the godling carefully pulled down Marcus' hood and began to unravel the bandages in her hand. She ignored the tech, save to be careful around it as she dabbed the excess blood away with a handkerchief, gently wiping it away from his eyes and any little crevices or ports in his head plates. "Just please relax, let go of what's happening for now, and let me handle everything. I'm right here, and I'm not going to let you get hurt anymore. Any of you." Her hands applied the bandages as quickly as she could manage, figuring she wouldn't be as steady when the bus took off. "That's what friends who love each other do."

Hearing NVE, she prayed that everyone could make it to safety.

The last thing Marcus had ever wanted to do was expose more of the machine side to Giovenith. He closed his eyes and held his breath, silently hoping the bus seat would swallow him before she could recoil in horror or squeal. His eyelid parted just a fraction as he felt the soft taps against his skin. Her expression didn't convey disgust at all. He blocked out the world from his vision once again to momentarily savor the peaceful bubble she's formed with her words alone. Chaos was exploding all around them but, for just the briefest moment, Marcus knew what it was like to rest secure in the knowledge that a living, breathing being gave a damn about him.

Giovenith smelled like art. It was a curious thing. She may not have wanted to, but no one that spends any amount of time drawing or painting or using glue or card stock can escape the touch of their chosen medium. Art smelled like rainbows, paper horses and ribbons, at least in his mind. The explosions became thunder and the ceiling debris became a gentle rain. He wanted to slip into that dream. It seemed like a good idea but for a niggling thought in the back of his mind: if they didn't get home, he'd never get to show her the surprise. He'd been working on it a while, figuring out all the little details, and would have revealed it to her the other day when he spotted her in the park with that little girl. No, he should have but his nerves got in the way. Artists knew art and he wasn't sure his project was up to snuff. He clung to that concept as steadfastly as a small child to a carrousel horse and then rode it back to consciousness in time to hear her affirmation of love for friends.

"We have to get out of here," he whispered as he clasped her hand. "You owe me a dance and I owe you a gift. Let's avoid the bullies, though. Where's Torii and the rest?"

Marcus sat up and breathed deeply to rid himself of the dizzy feelings circling his brain and gut. His attention turned to the scene outside the bus' dirty windows. The oncoming truck bounced over the curb and crested the parched lawn. He cursed loudly.

[Tsuyoi Tekikoku]

Torii shrugged off Bran's suggestion. He was too kind, she thought. This mob was hellbent on hurting them all. She was beginning more and more to become jaded to her firing on civilians. It was almost like her comrades firing on the Southern protestors in her homeland; they were a threat that needed eradicating.

She expended her magazine and slid behind the rubble to reload. Having grabbed a new magazine from her bag, she tossed the spent one back in and fitted the new one in place. As she did, Torii observed the scene. Aegis was at work behind them, while NVE and Bran were hard at work with their way out. Having joined her in defense were the Space Man, the British fellow, and a few other strange faces, whom she assumed to be other wayward individuals who had been torn away from their original places, including....Tsu?

Torii fumbled. Her mag slipped out and her finger jammed into the rifle. She was too baffled to care. "Why is she here!?", She thought. A cold sweat began to overtake her. Of all the people...no, she couldn't have been sent back, but what if...

Torii snapped back into reality. She picked the magazine back up and loaded it correctly, then bipoded back up. "No time to dwell on it.", She told herself. "No time to dwell, no time to think, just keep firing, and stay alive."

She renewed her fire, despite being distracted now. She sincerely hoped that Bran and NVE would hurry up.


Meanwhile, Aegis was approached by another individual, who would have rather chosen the wisdom of a "sorcerer" to get them out of the current situation. He was the man from earlier, in the bone-like armor, with the ash-gray skin and blood red eyes. "Oi, so you're creating a sort of portal to get us out? I'll go with you. I don't trust in such strange craft that the reptilian fellow is attempting. I believe that you can do better."

Tsu slowly turned her head,she saw a very firmilar face. It was her ex-girlfriend. Tsu smiled brightly and handed the gun to a wing,which tried firing the weapon but the recoil made it go all over the place,the wing looked like a fire hose on full blast that fired balls of plasma. It finally got the firing under control with the help of a second wing and a bipod made of ice Tsu created for it. The icy bipod crumbled as the building rocked and the wings started to lose control until Tsu created other one.

[The Fourth Reborn Ophanim Empire]

The building was rocking now, pounded by rockets from outside. Thank Opha this world's technology was seemingly years behind the Ophanites, or the building would have been leveled by now. Unless, of course, that wasn't the mob's point, but Venyx didn't want to think of the possibility that the swarms of assailants outside were actually clever and wanted something more than utter destruction. Destruction, Ven could deal with. It was clever that he didn't do.

With nothing to stop the bleeding from the wound on his shoulder, Venyx's hand was beginning to drip black with oxidizing blood as he kept it over the wound. The bullet had not gone deep or he might have been in worse trouble, with major blood vessels running just under the entrance wound. He praised his tough skin that, paired with the bullet having to make its way through glass first, stopped penetration before things got serious - well, medically serious anyway.

"Come on, are you people not listening?" Venyx yelled, his voice barely rising above the battle. He cursed in Ophana and raised the volume of his cries. "That raptor started this! He'll kill you, but you have a chance! Listen to Aegis!" Little good he was doing, he realized, but it was worth a shot.

[Torsiedelle]

"I'll kill'em if I have to, damnit!", Torii shot back with haste, continuing her fire. "It's kill or be killed and we're doing our best so that you guys don't get mauled, so be thankful and stick to your job so we can all get outta here!"

Torii had enough. She was fighting between a side that was telling her not to hurt anyone, and one that had always been drilled into her--to kill the threat to her friends. Watching the AT-4 carrier die tipped the scales in favor of that killer instinct. These people were being killed, and they were trying to kill her and her friends, and there was no putting a stop to it now. She had to defend them. She didn't want to kill, but in the end, it was either the crowd, or them. She couldn't get upset or shocked. She had to keep her mind in those thoughts. She wasn't like her friends, who were having their own moment in the bus, or like Bran, holding onto his morals while shit hit the fan. She was actually fighting these people, and all of her friends' asses were on the line if she couldn't hold the enemy off.

She stopped firing again and closed her eyes. No thoughts...she accepted everything and prepared herself. She had begun to shake before. She tensed up. A breath escaped her, and she opened her eyes.

"Why...", She growled, "won't"...her voice was rising, "just...", She began to yell, "all...just...back the fuck up and go home or die!"

Several shots in a row were fired. She dropped her mag and reloaded. Before going back, she had to take another breather. She tore off the tie on her uniform, ripping a few of the buttons off, and brushed her hair back. She wasn't feeling right. Everything was hot. Hot, and dizzy, and crazy...she had to keep fighting. Even if she felt sick, she couldn't show. She had to keep shooting.

Torii didn't even seem to care who she was with or what she was doing. When Tsu smiled to her, she didn't seem to notice it. "What are you lookin' at?", She yelled, shooting some more. "This isn't time for daydreaming!"

[Torsiedelle]

Of course, being near Aegis, the Dunmer soldier could see that Venyx was wounded, and so be approached the man. "Good day, stranger. I used you're wounded. Do you need help? I'm no magician, but I happen to know a few basic applications for magic, one of'em bein' healing wounds. I haven't tried it in many years, but I can give it my best if you need it."

[The Carlisle]

Kale struggled with helping Bran build the thing. Not only because of her physical strength, but also the pressure by the mob outside. It was weighing too much on the girl. Her friends getting hurt, people getting hurt. She just couldn't... take it... anymore.

Her eyes started glowing bright green. She looked To Paul and nodded. Paul nodded back and continued her work, as if getting a message directly from her.

Kale stepped through the hole in the lobby and lifted her hands up. A deep rumble could be felt, shaking the entire area. Then, giant vines burst out of the ground, through the asphalt and concrete covered ground. The vines formed a 50 meter high barrier surrounding the front of he building, effectively cutting off the mob and the group entirely.

Kale's eyes stopped glowing and she dropped to her knees, panting heavily.

"That... should... be good... for a while," she said in between pants.

[The Fourth Reborn Ophanim Empire]

Of course, being near Aegis, the Dunmer soldier could see that Venyx was wounded, and so be approached the man. "Good day, stranger. I used you're wounded. Do you need help? I'm no magician, but I happen to know a few basic applications for magic, one of'em bein' healing wounds. I haven't tried it in many years, but I can give it my best if you need it."

Venyx grimaced, a flash of distrust and pain shining in the back of his eyes like the passing shimmer of a jewel under a torch's beam. He knew better than to be rude, that wasn't like his people, but it was no secret that he did not trust magic. Still, the man who offered so kindly was a soldier by the looks of it, and that gave Ven some comfort."Thank you, xenae..." Venyx forced a smile and uncovered his wound, wiping the excess slick, black blood from his hand onto his bare thigh. "That is very kind."

xenae = Stranger, Foreigner

[Giovenith]

A dance? Giovenith could only briefly wonder, as even at her full memory, it was outside her the many times the cyborg teen had missed out on an opportunity to request a dance of her, from the first ball back on Gliese about two or three years back, to the lost spring formal. Right now, in the middle of his reaching out for hope during this delirium, was the closest he'd come to finally asking. Dance?

She didn't have anymore time for anything passed a second of bewilderment, before another violent shaking of the bus rustled her back into action. Now was not the time to be scared or confused. The screaming of chaos was chiming all around them, from the crumbling debris, to the bloodcalls of the crowd, to the rat-bam-bam-bam-bam of Torii's gun continuing to fire into the people. Staring at her friend's back, the godling gaped and saw the weight of the whole situation. Torii was possibly killing people, and she was definitely chiseling at her own soul in the meantime. The crowd would attack them otherwise, yes, but it didn't make it any less awful. This was a no-win. She had to do something.

"Torii's right here," she told Marcus, tightening the bandages and getting up. "So are many people. Just stay right there, DO NOT move. I'll do what I can."

Leaping up and springing away from the seat, Giovenith flew into one of the other seats in the same row as Torii. She knew there was no good sense in trying to rip Torii away from the window, both for the group's safety from the mob and the general peace among them. NVE and Bran needed time, and she could try to help buy it--bloodlessly.

Out the window fell several little origami boxes, not unlike the ones that had once released deadly shredder tornadoes. But instead of a tornado, this time round the boxes burst open and began expanding more and more into a thick, large, flat sheet, ramming into parts of the crowd and forcing them backward at modest speeds. The paper would not suffocate them, or even do much more than leave bruises from the collision with it and each other, but it did it's part to thrust citizens several yards away from their vicinity. It helped to save the friends from the mob, and the mob from Torii's gunfire.

This only went on for a bit, before a green darkness suddenly burst from the ground and effectively ended much of the immediate struggle. Giovenith was taken, and quickly searched for explanation before her notice went through the window and rested on Kale. Plant powers? Brilliant! She may have called that a miracle.

"Miss Kale, hurry back on board, now!" the girl called through the window, gesturing a hand over. "Taking off anytime now!"

[The New Velociraptor Empire]

"Good job, Bran! Now start her up! Seat belts everyone!" NVE called as he threw the crate of parts containing Rmwtyliin to the back of the bus. "Seriously everyone needs to either get in the bus or the magic portal now! We are getting outta here!" He shouted as he took a second to pop in a new record to the now radio/record player hybrid. He continued to put the finishing touches on the wiring and fiddling with dials. He was setting the destination as the nearest interdimensional nexus point according to previous explained principals of universe hopping.

"You did good Intern, now get back on here, don't want to leave you to face TRF." NVE shouted and suddenly remembered that Fortu and Swith were absent. He grabbed a broken radio from one of the outside boxes and resumed his work, confident that they would take the other way out. Although he felt like dragging them both aboard himself, he couldn't spare a second since he wasted the only spare time on putting a record player in.

[Cerillium]

A horrendous crunch announced the tar truck's collision with vines and paper. The impact crushed the tanks and the wave of hot goo punched out of the tank's thin upper lining to smack into the barrier. Flames erupted from the truck's gas tank and consumed the cab as well as the paper and vines. The old building shook and then began to crumble; it would soon crush everything remaining in the lobby.


Marcus had no intention of moving off the bus but he joined in shouting through the open bus window. "Torii, Kale! Come on! You'll get stuck here. People, go with Prim or come with us."


A loud pop would herald Swith's appearance in Thriller's bunker. She was wearing the same outfit but had added streaks to her cheeks reminiscent of war paint. Fortu's head was affixed to a pole and then lashed to her back. MB was perched on her shoulder. Not giving a shit about any protests from the mech suit man, she latched onto him and they all vanished with a pop just as the bunker walls crashed down. Only Swith determines where Swith goes hence Thriller's handler will need to wait to see where Thriller ends up.

[The Carlisle]

Kale wobbled to her feet. "Okey dokey. 'll be.. right there..." she said, taking a step forward. That step landed upon an uneven piece of debris, which tilted to an angle, which sent the plant girl tumbling forward. She was about to face plant when she was picked up. Paul had saved her just in the nick of time! Paul cradled the girl like a baby and carried her onto the bus.