Welcome to Gaia! ::

*Listening to the whole story and likely only feigning interest, Kyianas eyes wandered aimlessly. Eventually when the hole was opened and the portal created, she slowly got to her feet and strode gracefully out.*

Erudemesa. Are we really in or are you just playing around with us? You enjoy your games too much I have come to notice.

*Nearing the building where Zackala was still apparently at ease sleeping, Micha spotted the two robots guarding the area with their guns. There was a large hole in the buildings one side. It seemed stable enough but that could always be deceiving. The boy began to approch silently as ever, he didn't seem to care if he was noticed or not. Mastema was sure to know where he was anyhow and this was little more than a side trip for the boy for the time being. It wasn't as if the har was going to be dangerous, afterall he'd arrived in rags, after having stolen a bit of food, and now with a bit of rest. Still of the two, it was likely Micha was the more dangerous. Then again he was one of Mastema's children, so that was to be exspected right? Once about twenty feet away from the building Micha would stop, he would be clearly visible if Zackala were to look out from the hole in the structure. Micha would see the barrel fire inside the home, the flames licking at a small hole or two farther down the metal drum. For the moment it appeared that the har was still asleep*

Micha: . . .

Needless to say, Mastema was heavily annoyed and was well aware of the presence of Eru's group. "I would not be half as annoyed as I am now if you had not dragged 'that' in with you. Even so, your intrusion is as good as a signal to me that you are tired of living. If you came here for any other reason than to die, you best start humbling yourself now." The telepathic message was directed solely toward Eru. Obviously, 'that' was meant to indicate Xol. He full well understood that these people had enough power to get through his barrier without touching it, but he still spoke to Eru as a lesser being. Mastema was only using a minute bit of telepathy to keep Nana's, Than's, and the children's senses from picking up anything hostile.

Proto and Zeno were both poised to make the next move. Given how obvioiusly fast the two could move by now, the tension in the air was enough to keep anyone who was watching intently enough from breathing. Without any prior warning, that same tension suddenly snapped, when a red flash from behind Zeno's right heel propelled him toward Proto with vicious speed, all five blades pointed to the bot. The move was so sudden that Zeno's next maneuver would look even stranger: the lower pair of Zeno's extra arms pointed their swords straight down and suddenly rammed the tips into the asphalt. This caused Zeno's upper body to jerk down and backward; however, in a truly odd display, Zeno's lower body continued dashing toward Proto. Once just a few feet in front of Proto, one of the legs would kick the ground and propel the half body toward Proto's face.

Proto had only a moment to respond to his opponent splitting and did so spinning the ten foot weapon like a propeller to cut the legs as they came at him. Instead of moving to hit the bot, the legs curled up and passed right over Proto's shoulder, the small size of being only half a body allowing the legs to evade the relatively slow turning, massive weapon. Right when the tips of Zeno's feet pointed toward the ground again, the legs kicked off of Proto's shoulder and launched into the air. The force of the double kick and the inertia of the large weapon caused Proto's right side to collapse slightly.

While all of this was happening, Zeno's upper body had flipped over with his head pointed down and held close to the ground, stabbed the other two auxiliary swords into the ground, and used the upper set of arms to launch Zeno's upper body into the air above Proto. As the body lauched, the two upper arms released their swords, leaving them embedded in the ground, while the two lower arms had pulled their swords out of the ground while going up. Zeno's body rotated until it was almost upright and oriented to where he'd just thrown himself from. In mid-air, Zeno's upper and lower body reconnected at the waist. Completing the arc of the jump, Zeno landed on one foot and wasted no time launching himself at Proto's back while he was recovering. Knowing he was being attacked from behind, Proto rose up and turned to face Zeno, spinning the massive plasma blade weapon like a rotor. Unfortunately, Zeno knew just how to counter this: using both of his extra blades, he thrust them toward the plasma blade coming down to cleave him in two. It took all of the power the extra swords had in their power packs to generate enough electrical power to halt to stop Proto's weapon from spinning, leaving them drained and no better than normal swords afterward. This gave Zeno the oppurtunity he'd wanted; Zeno brought down his Fuuraiken with both hands and landed a heavy slash on the opposite shoulder from the one that Proto had damaged earlier. Why he was attacking a clean part was unknown, the but hit broke part of Proto's shoulder pad off and Zeno used his remaining momentum to flip foward over Proto. In response to his blade being stopped, Proto began turning his blade the opposite way, but it was only fast enough to cut off good portion of Zeno's hair while he was flipping. Zeno landed on the ground and turned to Proto, waiting for the bot's next attack.

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Elsewhere, Micha would slowly hear a rapid sound of foot steps coming toward him, getting louder quickly. The steps were too fast to be someone running on two feet, and too heavy to be Sho's. If the boy turned to look at the cross street the sound was coming from, he would be able to catch a glimpse of a dark green blurr zipping across the street before vanishing behind another building. The blurr had been rather long, but was too short to be a droid; it was barely over Micha's current height. It was likely that Micha wouldn't be able to figure out that the blurr heading in Xol's direction was actually the RCG-03A.

*Said child didn't seem to be doing much, just..... standing and watching. He didn't even make a sound, which was perhaps out of the ordinary, but the har was right in guessing the gender. The child was indeed male, and had long black and white hair. It appeared a bit unruly, then again it hadn't really been tended to for a while. The boy seemed bored from the way he was staring, until something distracted him. The har would see the boy's head turn to his right, there was something in the air... the slight sound of what seemed to be many feet. Was this place really not deserted then? Well, ok a side from robots... the kid wasn't a robot right? He looked fleshy enough at least, and was wearing a light grey robe which looked very plain, or more like a pancho and plain slip on white shoes. It also looked as if the boy was wearing black gloves, and on his left arm something sparkled a little... his bracelet. His attention was still drawn towards where the RCG-03A had just passed. The machine was headed towards the other aura which he had tken ote of before, which was inside the barrier for a change*

Micha: . . .

*While Mastema spoke to Eru, Nana and the remaining children watched im awe of the spar. Proto had been damaged again, but not badly enough to render him unable to move. It was going to be a long night to repair him, most likely. Eecheb was watching the fight with the most intent, all this was interesting and stored away into his still developing mind, perhaps one day he'd be able to bust a move or two like that.... well ok, minus the removable independent body parts... he just wasn't built that way. Trilla, was clung to Eecheb from behind, and watched all the different swords slashing about; this was a lot to take in. Nana was passed up to Mastema's side, and also taking in the sword swinging spectacle. One could say it was a feast for a witnessess eyes. Nana's heart beats had quickend at the sight, of all the body parts flying around, launching, kicking, slashingm stabbing... The damage caused by Xol was far enough away to go unnoticed. Not that they could look away right now anyways*

o.o

Eecheb: o____o

Trilla: o.o

Cole exits his room in the tower, looking wary. He didn't know how long he had been out, or if anything had changed in the span. He WAS skiddish, but it felt like he had had a nice shouting match and vented some frustrations. Time to get some answers.

>_> Politely this time mayhap.

Cole goes to the elevator and presses the call button.

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((Yes, I know now he's not there. Still))

Trip and Pleasant poke their heads over Eru's shoulders to stare at Mastema. Being mere figments of Eru's imagination, it wasn't like the other man would notice their staring eyes.

"I'mcuriousastothenatureofthismanbeforeyou.Toaskwhyisnotmyplace,
mightImakeaqueryastoWHOheis?"

Pleasant rests her elbows on Eru's shoulder and props her head in her hands, wagging her feet back and forth as she gives Mastema the once over, and the twice.

"Kindacuteisn'the?ThoughIfeelaratherbadvibe."

Trip is a gret deal more forward, and lounging against Eru's neck.

"Well partner, I ain't got the moral prejudices that my hyper little friend over there has, but I'm curious too. This character seems like a jolly good sort but I'm curious why you couldn't find a third party for your business."

-_-; Either find something I can kill, or get this over with. I'm getting bored.

*She yawned and covered her head and face once again with her long black hood*