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

[Tiltjuice]

It squirmed in metal gauntlets. There was a moment where it looked like it wanted to eat them, but it passed without a whisper.

I SAY, IS THE SNAKE GONE? AND THE BRITISH PEOPLE?

"What snake? What British people?" Thriller asked as he brought the rabbit out in front of him. He examined the creature and added on to his previous statement, "You..You are that magical rabbit that poofed into the room...And you talk...Neat, I guess."

The rabbit squirmed more. Green started to appear over its ears.

IT WAS A BOA CONSTRICTOR, I THINK. AND THE BRITISH PEOPLE. THE ONE FIGHTING IT AND THE WAFFLE MAN.

[The Knights of Bolza Rovia]

NVE suddenly returned... by crashing a school bus into the lobby. "Okay, got the base to start working from! I need helpers if we're gonna survive this." NVE said as he jumped out and made a dash for his room. Seconds later he carted out several crates of odd scrap parts and on top was little Fortu the severed head, resting on the piles of junk. A gramophone played a song as NVE dumped the scrap in the lobby next to the bus.

Torii once again raised her hand and shouted across the room. "I volunteer!", She said, making her way over, pushing past the group. She turned back to give Bran and the young girl a smile. "Okay then! Bran, if you can get the TF gun, we can give it a try, no problem! Then we can help sort out stuff, 'Kay?"

[Fvaarniimar]

Hey, wake up you lazy bum, you've been asleep for nearly a full REM cycle.

The voice was soft, and menacing, and all he needed to realize something was off. Really off. He'd been- what had he been, or moreover, where was he? Thoughts rushed into his mind like water into a sink, and they were draining out just as fast as water from a sink as well. So much was the volume of thoughts rushing into his mind that he simply decided to try and curl into a ball and wait them out. That only made matters worse, I said wake up.

His eyes whipped open and immediately he was facing the pain of the sudden input of light into his eyes and the stabbing pain sent him into as erect a position as he could manage, which also brought him into contact with the low overhead that was the underside of the table. A half a second and a resounding clu-thunk later, Kage could feel the cold of the area of floor he was already in contact with pressing against his cheek as he dropped back into a spread-eagle position, both of his hands pressing down on the knot now forming on his head.

'Mother-fu-' the thought was cut short by the sudden stab of pain that lashed through the front of his mind as the mental block kicked in and he growled in response. Right, he couldn't swear like that. Not that it was improper, but rather he simply couldn't. His own contract kept him from doing so due to the potency of such curses and swears. A laugh resounded through the back parts of his mind as something deep within found amusement in his sudden rude awakening.

'Good to see your'e up now, please open your eyes again so I can at least see what you're doing. You know how much I hate just having to be the observer.'

'You're a backseat driver and you know it so shut up.' his own mind straining against the pain that was now gradually fading to a dull throb gave away the amount of malice he felt for this being inside of him. However, the spirit was right and he slowly opened his eyes. The light streaming into them was now more tolerable and getting on his hands and knees, he began to remember some of what happened. He'd been walking up to the apartment building, and looking on, he thought he could see movement within its windows, and it sounded like a party was unfolding inside, and then the next thing he knew, the door opened and a bright flash of light had him waking up here.

Crawling out from underneath the table, he found himself bumping into something, or rather someone, and he looked up to find himself awkwardly staring at the backside of someone locked in conversation with a strange-looking giant of a girl. His ears caught wind of something that man had said however and he spoke up as well," Weeer, not onshurth'more? Unng."

Speaking hurt at that moment, and he slowly allowed himself to collapse back to the ground, and with his face smushed against the floor, he allowed a long moan to escape his lips as he tried to regather what little sensibilities he had left. All the while this had been unfolding, he had slowly noted that the room appeared to be riddled with bulletholes, and then he stopped his gaze in its tracks as he suddenly became keenly aware of what appeared to be a dinosaur in a powersuit standing in the room. A giggle later and he could have sworn he was also seeing the dinosaur speaking too.

Rmwtyliin had been attempting to close herself off, physically and mentally, from the overwhelming situation, wrapping her arms around herself and partially (not completely - that could put her at risk!) shutting her eyes.

Then, of course, she heard a thunk, and a moan. Acting on habits so ingrained as to border on instinct - Ijj, when not carving had been - was! notoriously clumsy - she dashed to the source of the sound. Finding a boy there, looking around in disbelief, she sat next to him. Suddenly, a... certain garment felt as though it had ballooned. Reaching around, she pulled out a piece of fine silk. Thanking the spirits quietly, she checked it; finding it clean, she shrugged and started to fold it to form a squashy pad, which she then set on the bump and lightly pressed. Recalling her Corps training, she then, gently as possible, tried to guide the boy from a kneeling into a sitting position, all the while singing; he wouldn't understand, but, as her voice wasn't awful, it might prove a bit soothing.

[The Fourth Reborn Ophanim Empire]

Venyx could not lie, the thought of death had definitely crossed his mind. But, hearing this girl - called Tsu, he now knew - say it aloud made him absolutely certain he couldn't be dead. Not here. Not in bloody Bielefeld, of all places...

"Ay, ay, don't cry..." Ven tried, hesitantly extending a hand to pat the the girl's shoulder with a tentative smile. "This guy is right, " He motioned to the other man under the table as he was coming to. "I'm not entirely sure how your people work, but I'm nearly certain that it is universally accepted that dead people don't bleed..." Ven offered the corner of his tablecloth to the girl to wipe the rest of the blood from her face, and glanced again the at the other man. He had about as much of his mind as Venyx had possessed when he'd been aroused from his unconscious state just minutes earlier, but he at least seemed...well, friendly. "My name is Venyx. I'm from the moon of Opha." Ven offered his hand to Tsu, and then the man as he sat up. He didn't know if their people shook hands or not, but it was worth a try.

From the corner, there had begun a pounding in the room that, though Venyx had been able to ignore it for a bit, started to make his head hurt. It was a sort of thrumming in the lower registers that awakened the concussion he'd suffered sometime between the flash of light and waking up groggy under the table, and the scent of mining tunnels, flooded by an underground river and drowned in the scent of decay filled his nostrils. "I'm sorry, can you wait a minute?" He said as he stood without waiting for Tsu or the other man to say anything further, and went to the man whose wrists were red and wrought with dripping, pouring life, drawing such perplexing symbols on the walls of - what was it, a dining room? Now that was a man who knew what he was doing...of course, he seemed a little preoccupied with his, erm, art project, but Venyx hadn't gotten very much out of Tsu, and he was willing to take a shot at anything now. He felt like he'd come in quite in the middle of everything, and that was never a place he liked to be.

Ignoring an entire bus crashing into the building, distracted and enchanted by the symbols on the walls, Venyx spoke. "Sorry to interrupt, but what exactly is going on here? I just showed up, and well, I think I must have missed something important."

[The BranRiech]

Torii once again raised her hand and shouted across the room. "I volunteer!", She said, making her way over, pushing past the group. She turned back to give Bran and the young girl a smile. "Okay then! Bran, if you can get the TF gun, we can give it a try, no problem! Then we can help sort out stuff, 'Kay?"

"I'll give you some help."

Bran rose his hand as well as NVE asked for volunteers. "I assume that the new people here are from our own timeline as well? We outta' get them back to regular time." He nodded, looking to everyone else that he failed to recognize, including Tsu for but a moment. "Uh . . ." The boy sighed, looking at the girl standing there, talking to someone unknown. "Maybe I should get my real gun too, eh? Well, I'll be right back, one sec."

What seemed like 40 seconds later, the Conscript bolted back upstairs with a small gun in his hands, small metal casing giving it a rustic look.

[The Carlisle]

Kale jumped under the dining room table when the raptor crashed the bus into the lobby. She laid there, shivering in fear for a while. Yep, not gonna get used to this at all.

Bran's voice saved her. The plant girl crawled out from under the table and clung onto the conscript's jacket. "Take me away from here....." she said, looking downcast to the floor, clinging weakly to his cloak.

[The New Velociraptor Empire]

"Okay Intern Torii, time to show your stuff." NVE said and tossed the girl a Quantum Drill. He then drew out his Laser Spanner and a broken apparatus with a glowing yellow-greenish crystal at the center of the mess of gears and wires. "Okay Bran, there are airplane parts in the crate, from a Lockheed Electra model 10A. We need to make this bus get up to 88 miles per hour while weighed down by everyone." NVE informed the Conscript.

"I'll try to see how long we have until total reality collapse." Fortu said. "Someone please take the severed head to Aegis, he might help with determining that. But we definitely need a relative fix to a stable reality or else we could end up anywhere. We need to know the destination relative to our location." NVE added as he lifted the hood of the bus. and began wiring stuff in.

[The BranRiech]

"All we really need then are the two engines then, bolt them to the side, maybe add the wings as a pretty little detail to look nice, but the two engines really should give us all the speed we need then." The conscript nodded, walking towards the crate with Kale in tow behind him, tugging at his trench coat with her diminutive little arms. He almost didn't notice her even, she was so tiny. "Mmm? Kale? What are you doing?" He asked, looking back down at her as he stopped at the crate.

[Kassaran]

Rmwtyliin had been attempting to close herself off, physically and mentally, from the overwhelming situation, wrapping her arms around herself and partially (not completely - that could put her at risk!) shutting her eyes.

Then, of course, she heard a thunk, and a moan. Acting on habits so ingrained as to border on instinct - Ijj, when not carving had been - was! notoriously clumsy - she dashed to the source of the sound. Finding a boy there, looking around in disbelief, she sat next to him. Suddenly, a... certain garment felt as though it had ballooned. Reaching around, she pulled out a piece of fine silk. Thanking the spirits quietly, she checked it; finding it clean, she shrugged and started to fold it to form a squashy pad, which she then set on the bump and lightly pressed. Recalling her Corps training, she then, gently as possible, tried to guide the boy from a kneeling into a sitting position, all the while singing; he wouldn't understand, but, as her voice wasn't awful, it might prove a bit soothing.

Sitting there, looking rather stunned, Kage turned to look at the person now pressing a soft cool piece of fabric to his head, to find a rather young girl right beside him. He simply nodded thankfully and turned to survey the rest of the situation. Now a bus was parked in the place where a wall in this kitchen had been only moments before and now there was a soviet soldier running in with a gun of strange design, and the dinosaur was still present, to top it off... now they were constructing some sort of device and there was a plant girl present to top it all off as one incredibly insane dream, and yet the pain was all too present to be one.

Grimacing as he leaned over and braced himself using his left arm, he raised his right arm to grab hold of the table and lift himself up, all the while the voice in his head was still chiding him for being so brazen in wanting to be here in Bielefield.

[Torsiedelle]

Torii grabbed the drill and gave a devious giggle. "Hell yea. So I use this like a normal drill? Easy enough. Hey, Bran, toss me the gun!", She asked, reaching out for it.

[The New Velociraptor Empire]

Torii grabbed the drill and gave a devious giggle. "Hell yea. So I use this like a normal drill? Easy enough. Hey, Bran, toss me the gun!", She asked, reaching out for it.

"Yes, a mere hole making setting and a fastener placer are but few of it's functions." NVE answered and grabbed what looked to be a broken console analog interface of some sort and be gan welding it into the driver's area of the bus.

[Fvaarniimar]

Rmwtyliin had been attempting to close herself off, physically and mentally, from the overwhelming situation, wrapping her arms around herself and partially (not completely - that could put her at risk!) shutting her eyes.

Then, of course, she heard a thunk, and a moan. Acting on habits so ingrained as to border on instinct - Ijj, when not carving had been - was! notoriously clumsy - she dashed to the source of the sound. Finding a boy there, looking around in disbelief, she sat next to him. Suddenly, a... certain garment felt as though it had ballooned. Reaching around, she pulled out a piece of fine silk. Thanking the spirits quietly, she checked it; finding it clean, she shrugged and started to fold it to form a squashy pad, which she then set on the bump and lightly pressed. Recalling her Corps training, she then, gently as possible, tried to guide the boy from a kneeling into a sitting position, all the while singing; he wouldn't understand, but, as her voice wasn't awful, it might prove a bit soothing.

Sitting there, looking rather stunned, Kage turned to look at the person now pressing a soft cool piece of fabric to his head, to find a rather young girl right beside him. He simply nodded thankfully and turned to survey the rest of the situation. Now a bus was parked in the place where a wall in this kitchen had been only moments before and now there was a soviet soldier running in with a gun of strange design, and the dinosaur was still present, to top it off... now they were constructing some sort of device and there was a plant girl present to top it all off as one incredibly insane dream, and yet the pain was all too present to be one.

Grimacing as he leaned over and braced himself using his left arm, he raised his right arm to grab hold of the table and lift himself up, all the while the voice in his head was still chiding him for being so brazen in wanting to be here in Bielefield.

The cloth started to slip. "No! N-" She switched from Fvaarniimarn to (a close analogue to) Old English. "Na." After repositioning it, she doodled in the air in front of Kage, and wiped it with her free hand. She'd have urged him to sit back down, but if he understood the language he might be standing for a reason that she hadn't picked up on.

[Swith Witherward]

"You know, it's a sad day in hell when I allow a raptor to have all the fun," Swith snorted. "Mon, we'll look into your skull once we get the bus going!"

The newest toy was parked in the lobby. Swith thought it was a cheerful improvement over the normally drab interior. It certainly seemed large enough to fit them all, and they could perhaps really annoy the hell out of people by sticking the plastic stop sign out as they went down the street. Yes, all in all, it was a good find.

The best place to observe was directly over someone's shoulder. Everybody knew that. With that logic in mind, Swith clamored onto the bus and squeezed herself behind the Raptor. "Right. So, um, anything I can do to help?"


It took her a full thirty seconds before she realized she had passed a Klingon. A Klingon!

[Germanic Templars]

"What snake? What British people?" Thriller asked as he brought the rabbit out in front of him. He examined the creature and added on to his previous statement, "You..You are that magical rabbit that poofed into the room...And you talk...Neat, I guess."

The rabbit squirmed more. Green started to appear over its ears.

IT WAS A BOA CONSTRICTOR, I THINK. AND THE BRITISH PEOPLE. THE ONE FIGHTING IT AND THE WAFFLE MAN.

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?"

[Swith Witherward]

"You don't want to touch me. Not that I would mind. You would. Doubt it'd be a pleasant experience."

He shrugged.

"I'll meet you there. Don't worry. I have ways."

"Mr. Bones, I die every twelve hours. Touching you would probably be a godsend." Minerva offered him one of her rare smiles. The hardest part about dying was staying dead, at least for her. "Hell's eastern gate. Current time. I'll see you there."

She slipped into nothing and arrived at the one place she most loathed. It wasn't that it was hell or that it was 'evil'. In fact, it was a lovely place to be. Minerva hated it because her visits usually pertained to delinquent alimony. Stupid Beelzebub. She rang the bell and waited for the gate to crack open.

[Bone Fort]

"About time you got here," replied Bones, who now had a white beard hanging from his gasmask and was using a walker.

[The New Velociraptor Empire]

"You know, it's a sad day in hell when I allow a raptor to have all the fun," Swith snorted. "Mon, we'll look into your skull once we get the bus going!"

The newest toy was parked in the lobby. Swith thought it was a cheerful improvement over the normally drab interior. It certainly seemed large enough to fit them all, and they could perhaps really annoy the hell out of people by sticking the plastic stop sign out as they went down the street. Yes, all in all, it was a good find.

The best place to observe was directly over someone's shoulder. Everybody knew that. With that logic in mind, Swith clamored onto the bus and squeezed herself behind the Raptor. "Right. So, um, anything I can do to help?"

"Navigation, I still got no clue where to go. Simply forwards or backwards may not be enough, we need to hop to a stable timeline. Grab Fortu and try to find where, I need some beacon or tether or relative coordinates or something. Or else we'll be flying blind." NVE said. "I don't know why, but I want to cry. Fortunately, I am completely incapable of doing so. Filthy mammalian tear glands." NVE remarked solemnly. He quickly pushed himself back into his energetic maniac demeanor. "Or grab those wires and connect the frame of the bus to the time-hole engine. I need them covering the length and height. And some rocket boosters would be nice." he said quickly with his mind occupied by many details, visibly constantly shifting his focus.

[Kassaran]

The cloth started to slip. "No! N-" She switched from Fvaarniimarn to (a close analogue to) Old English. "Na." After repositioning it, she doodled in the air in front of Kage, and wiped it with her free hand. She'd have urged him to sit back down, but if he understood the language he might be standing for a reason that she hadn't picked up on.

"What? Oh, right, sorry." the boy leaned back down and sat in a nearby chair which had just been lying around for the sake of potential convenience he assumed. Looking around, he decided to ask the more pressing question," Are weeshtul in the apertmeant?""

His head was still aching incredibly so, but the cool texture of the cloth on his head and the sharp stabs of pain were slowly beginning to settle down so he took a better look at his surroundings and finally settled on believing that indeed the dinosaur was real. This promptly had him fall silent and wonder why in the world it was present and wasn't eating everything.

[Primordial Luxa]

Venyx could not lie, the thought of death had definitely crossed his mind. But, hearing this girl - called Tsu, he now knew - say it aloud made him absolutely certain he couldn't be dead. Not here. Not in bloody Bielefeld, of all places...

"Ay, ay, don't cry..." Ven tried, hesitantly extending a hand to pat the the girl's shoulder with a tentative smile. "This guy is right, " He motioned to the other man under the table as he was coming to. "I'm not entirely sure how your people work, but I'm nearly certain that it is universally accepted that dead people don't bleed..." Ven offered the corner of his tablecloth to the girl to wipe the rest of the blood from her face, and glanced again the at the other man. He had about as much of his mind as Venyx had possessed when he'd been aroused from his unconscious state just minutes earlier, but he at least seemed...well, friendly. "My name is Venyx. I'm from the moon of Opha." Ven offered his hand to Tsu, and then the man as he sat up. He didn't know if their people shook hands or not, but it was worth a try.

From the corner, there had begun a pounding in the room that, though Venyx had been able to ignore it for a bit, started to make his head hurt. It was a sort of thrumming in the lower registers that awakened the concussion he'd suffered sometime between the flash of light and waking up groggy under the table, and the scent of mining tunnels, flooded by an underground river and drowned in the scent of decay filled his nostrils. "I'm sorry, can you wait a minute?" He said as he stood without waiting for Tsu or the other man to say anything further, and went to the man whose wrists were red and wrought with dripping, pouring life, drawing such perplexing symbols on the walls of - what was it, a dining room? Now that was a man who knew what he was doing...of course, he seemed a little preoccupied with his, erm, art project, but Venyx hadn't gotten very much out of Tsu, and he was willing to take a shot at anything now. He felt like he'd come in quite in the middle of everything, and that was never a place he liked to be.

Ignoring an entire bus crashing into the building, distracted and enchanted by the symbols on the walls, Venyx spoke. "Sorry to interrupt, but what exactly is going on here? I just showed up, and well, I think I must have missed something important."

"A time space anatomy caused by the interaction of two powerful cosmic deities attempting to influence one another" the large golden faced man replied to the new comer. Venyx would find the man just as large and he was although no part of his skin was visible. He wore a large black cloak that covered much of his body while his entire head was covered by a complex mask like device that seemed to effortlessly move with a clockwork rythem mimicking normal facial movements.The eyebrows arched, the lips contorted and even the cheeks rose and fell in a natural way. Not like a petty animatronic but as though their were living flesh. "However if your asking what their doing" he gestured to the assembled people, raptors and mythical creatures "its getting themselves killed in a fools errand. If your interested in what i'm doing don't. Its hardly something I could explain or you could understand. Mere words cannot describe it but it is a exit from this time and space, and an entrance to another."

Aegis turned toward the rest of the group. "Now I can send any of your through who want to leave and don't want the raptor killing you but you have to speak up now."

[The Carlisle]

Kale looked up to the conscript, her face a bit dirty from being dragged across the floor. "This place. This.... everything. Everything is so crazy!" she cried, "Please, Mr. Nikanor. I want to go home. At least that place had some sanity to it! I'll do anything!"

[Tsuyoi Tekikoku]

Tsu looked around, surronded by new and old faces. Now she was sure that she was dead,the plane most of been shot down or crashed. This was to much for her,first she somehow ends up in Biefield now a bus driven by the raptor crashed threw the lobby with a bus. Now,she is hearing that Torii is the green scaly oversized chicken's intern. Her little idiotic mind and brain couldn't take,they started to heat up from what is going on right now before she finally pasted out.

[The Fourth Reborn Ophanim Empire]

"See, I have enough self-preservation not to trust the raptor," Venyx mused, watching the way the clockwork man moved. He wondered if there was actually a creature underneath the mask and cloak at all or if it was just parts moving together in synchronization so advanced, it was practically organic. He did bleed, but maybe it was best Ven just let the masked man stand alone unexplained - even Venyx, whose mind might have seemed quite primitive coming into all of this out of the blue, knew that some things were better left unsaid. "...but who is to say I can trust you?"

Of course, another wayward glance across the room at the mess of bustling people all fiddling with bus parts under the command of a sentient velociraptor told Venyx that he better just trust the clockwork man, but he was determined to get some answers that didn't go over his head. At least, he wanted to get a name out of the man. "Who are you anyway? Have you got a name? A designation?"

Venyx found himself having trouble making eye contact with the masked man. His gaze wandered back to Tsu and the other man, now with the girl who didn't seem to speak a lick of English. He tried to catch the attention of one of them, hoping maybe to save them from the eccentric dinosaur and his team of half-assed mechanics. Boy, wasn't this a party. Honestly, neither team of people - the masked man currently making up his own team - seemed like it was going to have a happy ending, but he'd take the automaton man over the raptor any day. And, if he was lucky, maybe Tsu (now passed out, the poor thing) and the others would too.

[Swith Witherward]

"About time you got here," replied Bones, who now had a white beard hanging from his gasmask and was using a walker.

"You look how I feel," Minerva reassured him as she tossed a plastic disposable Bic razor his way. "I don't know how many times you've been here, but don't eat Lucifer's brownies. Worst. Things. Ever. I don't know why he even bothers to bake."

The gate cracked open as she was speaking and a sallow faced imp peered at them intently. "You know this is the back gate, right?"

"Of course it is," Minerva grunted, "We're here on back gate business."

The imp shrugged and showed them in. It wasn't any of his concern.

($10 to whoever gets that pun.)


There are many splendid things in this world and apart from it, and Lucifer's cheerful plain was one of them. It was a slice of Heaven far apart from Inferno setting that had so captivated Dante. (Truthfully, that entire story had been a clever ruse.) We've been here before. We know what it looks like. A nice city, Italianate architecture, cozy shops, a Starbucks, yadda yadda. Hell was a very clean place. It could almost be considered pleasant if you were fortunate enough to not be a human soul.

The fundamental Christians had been wrong all along. The Lake of Fire was just a lake. There weren't any pitch forks or brooding devils. Hell was complete separation from God due to the stain of sin on the soul itself. The most die-hard atheist might live his entire life in denial of any supreme beings but, for those destined for the Abrahamic afterlife, the sudden and complete lack of God's divine love was a glaring reality that seared the heart and mind. These souls were destined to roam Hell forever apart from that grace, forever rejected and cast adrift. No pity here.

The imp brought the pair along a flower lined pathway and to a large revolving door. He took his leave. Minerva shrugged and gestured for Bones to follow her.

They stepped into the lobby and strolled across polished marble floors. "We don't have an appointment," Minerva reminded Bones. "I hate cold calling on the old goat. He's usually booked solid but I'm thinking he might make an exception given the circumstances. Before we get in there, are there any theories rattling around your head that might shed light on things?"

[The New Velociraptor Empire]

"Oh sure, trust the magic that helped cause this mess." NVE muttered as he worked. He paused and realized he had put in the Flux Capacitor on backwards. He ripped it out with brute force and began putting it back in the right way.

[Torsiedelle]

"On it, Mr. Dinosaur!", Torii cheered. She started to begin her work with the peculiar drill before more commotion started up. That commotion came with the Luxan's insistence that they follow him instead.

Torii scoffed. "I don't think we'll die, though I do appreciate and respect your efforts. Whoever wants may go with you, but I personally trust science over magic!"

Another voice, in a deep, scratchy accent spoke up. "Now there, that's mighty bold to say, not trusting in the spirits, lass."

Beside the wall, sitting cross-legged was a peculiar man with ash-grey skin and red eyes. He was clad in armor made from a bone-like material, and had a sword at his side.

"I've been thrown from dimension to dimension since that damned wizard threw me here, but I've never betrayed the spirits."

He fell silent after that, only serving as a small cameo unless the handler decided that events had died down enough for him to be used. Meanwhile, Torii looked on, confused. "Who the hell are...you know what? That's not important right now...anyway, I, personally, trust Mr. Eldritch and his scientific approach!".
With that, she went to work, pulling out smaller parts, but was too weak to move the engines by herself.