A Neko's Resurrection (Open, MT-PMT, Attn. Floor Kippers)

[Willenburg]

"If you could think for yourself we wouldn't be having this conversation."

"If I couldn't there wouldn't be a conversation. You're just another sub-human dirt farmer convinced of his superiority. Even you must quake in the shadow of the Lytch."

"Considering the notion that I don't fear death, unlikely. I've never heard of you 'lich' bastards, except for those pathetically weak skeletons that rely on psychic powers. Seems YOU'RE just mad because your precious Over Race failed to come up with this latest technological breakthrough despite their supposed superiority."

[Des-Bal]

"Considering the notion that I don't fear death, unlikely. I've never heard of you 'lich' bastards, except for those pathetically weak skeletons that rely on psychic powers. Seems YOU'RE just mad because your precious Over Race failed to come up with this latest technological breakthrough despite their supposed superiority."

"Why kill you? You're so deliciously twisted it would be vandalism really. I'll do many things, but I won't kill you. We have no relation to the undead, and I really don't care about this little trinket I just wanted to see this 'Mecha' I've been so attributed to."

[New Amerik]

"You wish to see the Terror Mecha Mark II? She was here a short time ago, but we can bring her back. Of course, she would not remember you. Scrubbing a psychic's brain with bleach tends to do that.

Oh, and thank you Mr. Bluskie for the knighthood. If I may, I would like permission to collaberate with your scientists to share knowledge and a look at the archives. We may be even able to add some of our own. Ms. Smith, the stitches should come out in about a month."

The Dean turned to the woods and began to speak in Binary to whatever lay out there.

[Des-Bal]

"Still, no idea what you're talking about but I would very much like to see this weapon."

[Willenburg]

"Why kill you? You're so deliciously twisted it would be vandalism really. I'll do many things, but I won't kill you. We have no relation to the undead, and I really don't care about this little trinket I just wanted to see this 'Mecha' I've been so attributed to."

"Then, as death is the ultimate evil, any sick thing you do to me will be as naught, and I will inevitably either recover or not be bothered by it in the first place. You're certainly correct regarding killing me though, many people have tried for one reason or another, and you, sir, are not yet a cold enough monster to kill me. Your emotions betray you still."

[New Amerik]

The Terra Mecha came bounding out of the woods like an exhuberant kitten. It looked around until it saw The Dean, and then hopped up and down with excitement. The Dean talked to it, and then it stomped over to Johnathon, the pilot and cockpit looking at him curiously.

[Des-Bal]

The Terra Mecha came bounding out of the woods like an exhuberant kitten. It looked around until it saw The Dean, and then hopped up and down with excitement. The Dean talked to it, and then it stomped over to Johnathon, the pilot and cockpit looking at him curiously.

Jonathan stared into the cockpit reaching into the darkest parts of himself to try and make contact with some deep level of his former subject planting whispers of Lytchfield in her head once again.

[New Amerik]

Within the Mech, the girl started to move. Something was trying to send her something.......memories of terror.....Lytchfield.....John...

INTRUSION OF SYSTEM. BIOWALL ACTIVATED. BLOCKING VIRUS.......DELETING VIRUS.

She sighed gently, as her other part had kept these foreign thoughts from her head. She remembered not what came before, only memories of doktors and The Dean and the Hall......her other part thought about this as well, and had protected her.

TRACKING VIRUS SOURCE. SEARCHING. SEARCHING. SEARCHING........SOURCE FOUND. SENDING ANTI-VIRUS TO SOURCE.

The Terror Mecha assesed the contents of the now-deleted virus that had attempted to break it, and carefully scanned a new copy. It then attempted to send it back through the link, but instead of memory it would attempt to delete the originals, and then the copy.

ANTI-VIRUS SENT.

[Chaos Crescent]

OOC: Hello people. Damn I missed the success didn't I.

[Des-Bal]

Johnny stumbled for a moment clutching his head before biting down hard on his index knuckle and standing more solidly forcing garbage information and gibberish while internally screaming his memories of Lytchfield. He straightened up and turned to the dean.
"You've never had a telepathic indian burn," He said. "Your security is a bit lacking. Little brother would have no problem cracking it."

[Des-Bal]

OOC: Hello people. Damn I missed the success didn't I.

OOC: Yup. Now she's resting and johnnys still trying to have sex with her.

[Chaos Crescent]

OOC: Hello people. Damn I missed the success didn't I.

OOC: Yup. Now she's resting and johnnys still trying to have sex with her.

OOC: Johnny's one horny whatever the hell he is.

[Des-Bal]

OOC: Hello people. Damn I missed the success didn't I.

OOC: Yup. Now she's resting and johnnys still trying to have sex with her.

OOC: Johnny's one horny whatever the hell he is.

OOC: Yup.

[The Rich Port]

ZOMG, mech.

OOC: Hey, Amerik, the IWPA is up. JOIN OR DIE,

[New Amerik]

Johnny stumbled for a moment clutching his head before biting down hard on his index knuckle and standing more solidly forcing garbage information and gibberish while internally screaming his memories of Lytchfield. He straightened up and turned to the dean.
"You've never had a telepathic indian burn," He said. "Your security is a bit lacking. Little brother would have no problem cracking it."

"Perhaps,", replied The Dean, "Of course, we would have never guessed you'd have tried to give the Mecha one until you outright told us. Plus, the Mecha is only Mark II. We have many improvements to put in. And, of course, we have a different idea of 'psychic' than you do, like every other nation in this damned multiverse."

The Dean then laughed, and spoke amusingly, "Plus, you have no little brother, unless more of you were created. Did you mean to say your deceased little sister? Or maybe your elder brother? " Behind the mask, his eyes flashed.

[Des-Bal]

"Perhaps,", replied The Dean, "Of course, we would have never guessed you'd have tried to give the Mecha one until you outright told us. Plus, the Mecha is only Mark II. We have many improvements to put in. And, of course, we have a different idea of 'psychic' than you do, like every other nation in this damned multiverse."

The Dean then laughed, and spoke amusingly, "Plus, you have no little brother, unless more of you were created. Did you mean to say your deceased little sister? Or maybe your elder brother? " Behind the mask, his eyes flashed.

Johnny smiled. "Someone's done his homework, he should probably check his notes. Vinny's the baby. Lyra's the eldest."

[Chaos Crescent]

Johnny stumbled for a moment clutching his head before biting down hard on his index knuckle and standing more solidly forcing garbage information and gibberish while internally screaming his memories of Lytchfield. He straightened up and turned to the dean.
"You've never had a telepathic indian burn," He said. "Your security is a bit lacking. Little brother would have no problem cracking it."

"Perhaps,", replied The Dean, "Of course, we would have never guessed you'd have tried to give the Mecha one until you outright told us. Plus, the Mecha is only Mark II. We have many improvements to put in. And, of course, we have a different idea of 'psychic' than you do, like every other nation in this damned multiverse."

The Dean then laughed, and spoke amusingly, "Plus, you have no little brother, unless more of you were created. Did you mean to say your deceased little sister? Or maybe your elder brother? " Behind the mask, his eyes flashed.

"This damn multi-verse it's the damn multi-verse." Brant said
"Can it talk to us?" Iris asked
"Or is it a special code that needs to be spoken?" Mikan asked
"I still say it's small." Brant commented

[Willenburg]

*Sess scratched his head, feeling a little awkward in this conversation, but decided to contribute anyways* "Uh, I planeswalk sometimes." *he said with a shrug* "And once I went outside of the happenstance supporting the existence supporting this multiverse...THAT was odd. Nothing even was or made any sense or even any nonsense."

[Des-Bal]

"Oh don't pretend to know things Sub-Human it's sad."

[Willenburg]

"Oh don't pretend to know things Sub-Human it's sad."

"Then your existence must be on the whole tragic." *Sess replied, smiling and not ruffled in the least*

[Des-Bal]

"Oh don't pretend to know things Sub-Human it's sad."

"Then your existence must be on the whole tragic." *Sess replied, smiling and not ruffled in the least*

"You doubt the infinite depths of my knowledge?"

[Willenburg]

"Oh don't pretend to know things Sub-Human it's sad."

"Then your existence must be on the whole tragic." *Sess replied, smiling and not ruffled in the least*

"You doubt the infinite depths of my knowledge?"

"I...I don't know how to put this but...I doubt both that and your basic sanity..."

[New Amerik]

*Sess scratched his head, feeling a little awkward in this conversation, but decided to contribute anyways* "Uh, I planeswalk sometimes." *he said with a shrug* "And once I went outside of the happenstance supporting the existence supporting this multiverse...THAT was odd. Nothing even was or made any sense or even any nonsense."

"Multi-verse, then. New Amerik was rudely ripped from it's world, and placed here. Occasionally, we go back, but never for long. The people here have never heard of the United Affiliates of Japan, the People's Republic of Africa, or even the big damn Eurasian Socialists!"

[Des-Bal]

"I...I don't know how to put this but...I doubt both that and your basic sanity..."

"Never confuse sanity and intelligence."

[Willenburg]

"I...I don't know how to put this but...I doubt both that and your basic sanity..."

"Never confuse sanity and intelligence."

"Never separate them."

OOC: It's endless ._.