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There were few things that Mimsy should be trusted with, and fortunately for Quinn, calculations were somewhere in that safe zone. She watched as he made preparations and adjustments and sent her flying into the air - almost directly within the most optimal trajectory.

"Very well done," she praised him, patting him once on the shoulder. "If you keep those methods in mind, I am certain that you have nothing to worry about. You picked this up quickly."

In some incredibly unfortunate turn of events, the moment the word 'worry' left her mouth was the exact moment that she caught on to what Lucky was doing. And the fact that Robert was, for reasons beyond her understanding, still not listening to her advice.

"Please excuse me momentarily, Quinn." With another shoulderpat, she moved towards a nearby device, occupied with both of the people who seemed determined to make her existence troublesome today. Two steps into the short journey, she was already too late, and she paused to take a deep breath before continuing on.

It didn't help.

"Well that was an amusing little joke, Lucky," she snapped, grabbing him by the collar. "Unfortunately, your conviction to comedic approach apparently caused you to neglect safety protocols. Allow me to show you how this is properly done, for next time."

She snatched up one of the harnesses and went about putting it on him, giving each of the straps an extra tug past a 'comfortable' fit. Once they were all fastened, she dragged him towards the front of the device and hooked him into it before folding her arms with a scowl.

"See? It's simple. Secure the straps, attach them, then launch."

There was only one step left, really.

Milo kind of would have liked a warning, but he at least got some advance notice when he suddenly felt himself getting yanked by his shirt and pulled from new found friend. (Thankfully, he managed to drag a dagger right about here in anticipation). To still getting to know you friend, who seemed to be making quick work of him. "Hrk- oh hey Szczeosny..." the name dying on his lips as more pressing matters were instructed at him. He was being harnessed, it was a little tight but the Life hunter seemed to know what he was doing; just how many people had he launched up?

"Got -" was all he managed, not even getting to complete his thumbs up of acknowledgement. No, he didn't get warning and was suddenly flying through the air. Any food he had managed to eat was wrecking havoc with his stomach from that initial launch, any sound he dared to make was caught in his throat (so many missed opportunities for cool sentai catch phrases, or even Rider Kick! An Uchuu Kitaa. WASTED) and his eyes were watering. But hey, some of the goo went sailing off, it liked his hair though. "Hng!" Was his articulate words of choice when he landed on the thing's back.

Again, no awesome reference came to mind, as it was going a little a mile a minute but he did remember what he was supposed to do. So, with a small satisfied smile - personal justice after all - he slammed the dagger in his hands into the things back and then made his way down. Did he pose on his landing? He at least got to go that. DekaRed style.

Do I get to do that again?" He probably didn't get to do it again huh, being a newb...

7 x 7 = 49 damage

When the rage monster stormed through, trying to find the culprit of his trip to neverland, he caught sight of Mimsy grabbing Lucky by the collar, strapping him in, and -

Lucky.

Robert's eyes narrowed dangerously, glaring with dark intent. This was not what he'd expected from that man, but if he -

Like a lightbulb exploding over his head, Robert became aware of something far more important than the realization that Lucky had catapaulted him. And this realization made his anger for Lucky fade, and flutter away. Life Division was full of pranksters, and Robert had been the butt of his fair share of them - he couldn't blame Lucky, despite the fact he'd almost died.

Why? Because Mimsy was enacting revenge for him.

And that, whether she knew it or not, had just saved Lucky from every ounce of anger Robert could have mustered in that moment, because he was too busy feeling on top of the world.

At least she'd made sure his harness was on, though. Safety first!

He strolled over to the two of them, tilted his head up at Lucky, and smiled a goofy, oddly happy smile. It was only fair that he take a trip, too. So he waved his fingers, wiggling them childishly. "Do svidanya."

Oh yes. Robert just threw the only russian phrase he knew at Lucky. And it made sense.

At least the walls hadn't fallen. Yet. Sherry was vaguely reminded of the fact that while things could always get better, they could get worse. Good thing she was generally a 'glass-half-full' type, or she might have actually given up at some point. Oh well.

This was not the time nor the place to contemplate things like that. This was a grand time to do something about that there monster. So, Sherry joined the others on the battlefield. It's what all the cool kids were doing.

Heck! She happened to catch sight of two of the coolest down there in the dirt amongst the chaos. Nevada and Jake, and Sherry made her way right towards them. Something looked a little off...and it wasn't Nevada petting Jake, that was just Nevada. Jake looked... Sherry wasn't sure. It was entirely possible he was hurt.

By the time she actually made it to them, Jake just looked a little confused.

"Jake, Nevada! You guys alright?" First thing was first. Make sure things were good.

Chel's body then thudded uselessly two feet from where Nevada was standing.

The titan had thrown her, and being on the tail, she had no chance of resisting the alluring appeal of gravity.

"There are a lot of my babies being totally unappreciated here." Mark exclaimed, attempting to hold all the daggers in his arms, "Sometimes, I feel like when you don't appreciate my work, you don't like, appreciate me..."

Chel blew the heavy, mangled bangs that Nevada missed out of her face. "Oy. So that's how shields work." She gave a weak grin, followed by a wince in pain as she tried to sit up.

She flopped back on the ground, soreness still evident in her movements. "If you're gonna feel me up you might as well kiss it better," she muttered with a smile, holding her hands up and moving them- toes and knees followed after. Good good, nothing was broken. "Help me up instead of lookin' me down, ey princess?"

A look went to Sherry and Jake. "Introduce me to my new friends, too." Always up for making friends, that was Chel.