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The girl drew her attention then else where,wanting to explore.it was in her nature and instinct. She felt awkward having ears and a tail so she tried her best to hide them.

Then this devine smell caught her off gaurd.this heavenly energetic smell,she never smelled it before,but it smelled sweet and addicting.she followed the scent and it lead her to this spot with lots of bread she did not know of. it smelled so good she just stared at the pastries and looked at the people making the concaution.

"hmmm" She tilted her head once more.

The insectoid head turned to examine the street below, chances are those red optics would be one of the last things to see the street unharmed. Moments after the machine scuttled by on the rooftops, the ball would hammer through. Smashed a window, totalled a row of parked cars, and flipped the last one into yet another building.

>> ENERGY SPIKES DECTECTED_
>> THREAT POTENTIAL... LIKELY_
>> CALCULATING_
>> RUN: HOOK CANNON PROTOCOL_

A panel on the machine's back flew off into the streets. From it a new hiss was added to the hydraulic orchestra already playing, a rising hiss that ended with ka-chunk. Arisen from the Longlegs' back was now a large looking cannon, pivoting around as it searched for a target, and tilting slightly as it calculated the angle.

>> RUNNING VECTOR SIMULATION... 100%_
>> CHANCE OF OFFENSIVE SUCCESS... 13%_
>> CHANCE OF EVASIVE SUCCESS... 76%_
>> FIRING_

The cannon fired at a right angle compared to the direction the machine was headed, as a note, said machine was only slowing down slightly to make this shot. A large hook flew through the air, a chain twirling in the air behind it. The links didn't remain slack for long for as soon as the hook latched onto the second floor of a bakery, the winch in the cannon activated. Another loud hissing sound came as the chain tightened as far as it could, the hook found its way to something stable. Winch alone not being able to succed, the Longlegs returned to full speed.

Gears ground, and splinters flew, but the building gave up before the towing machine. Down came the second floor into the streets, a cascade of rubble that could crush a human easily. Though the Longlegs intended it more to block the path of Cro Dena and Evan.

On this fine day, or perhaps afternoon, or perhaps even night-who knows, really?-there was a particular man, by the name of Dante Cri'noid, who was walking the streets of a city by the name of Latent. Just moments before, this man had left the enclosure of a building acting as a makeshift inn while the owners' actual inn was under repair. Unbeknownst, most likely, throughout the midst of the crowds of the town, Dante had been spending the past two or three days lazying about the interior of that particular inn.

Suddenly, he noticed, coming to from the depths of his own thoughts, that people left and right were rushing past him, and obviously, in one direction; towards a central point. Peeking his interest somewhat as it did, Dante then hurried himself in that same direction, now becoming part of the crowds. Of course, he'd be obviously noticeable; his rather large three pairs of wings could be distinguished unmistakably as he trekked on. And so it was that he suddenly came to the site of a rather large mechanical monstrosity, with a number of obviously strong competitors attempting to loose their inhuman abilities upon this creature's sorry hide.

What fun! thought Dante, wondering whether or not to join in. Well, Hell, why not!?

And with that, Dante took a few more steps forwards, the crowds parting with seeming ease as he'd made up his mind. Yelling towards the others facing the mechanical structure in hopes of acceptance, Dante asked, "Ya'll need some help with this?" A smile crossed his lips; he'd either help them or simply show off on his own.

As a building exploded into a cloud of debris and dust down the street, kicking up air in his direction as his long shirt would puff open, filling with the passing air of the explosion in the distance, Tade stopped moving. At that point in time, he would just be staring in the direction as a large machine went waltzing by, breaking stuff.

"Wow." It was all he said, and with that, he turned to go in the other direction. He didnt want none of that s**t, plain and simple. He wasnt some sort of wanna be hero, come to save the day and show off some fancy power that would probably end up with a whole lot of collateral damage. He was just a boy, and things like this were out of his hands. So he did what was smart under the circumstances; get away from the troubles.

Surely another part of the town would not be blowing up all over the place and then filled with construction crews for a couple months afterwards.

Saiyamoru stepped out into the back alleyway behind the cafe with a sigh. Her fingers fumbled with the antique lock for a few seconds, before she finally just shoved the door back into place--where it stuck--and left towards the main streets. She would come back tomorrow, she decided, looking down at her shadow, calculating the time. With luck, she would be able to get out of here by next week or so. But for now...her stomach growled. She'd get something cheap to eat at one of the stalls by the docks. Her ancestors, seeping out of the brickwork around her, some of them barely more than anthromorphic blobs, clustered around her as she headed towards the sea.

The girl below didn't say anything. She simply raised her hands, pulled the sopping piece of pizza off her head, rubbed her free hand through her hair, watching the tomato sauce plop on the cobbles below. Then, her expression not changing, her face turned upwards. She bit into the slice thoughtfully, kicked off her shoes, and clambered up. Onto the edge of the water pipe--hot pipe, hot pipe--grab the windowsill with both hands, swing her feet onto the power box, grab hold of the gutter, and heave herself over the roof. Saiya pulled the pizza out of her mouth and turned around. "You've got good aim,"