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Normally, Realgar might have been a bit excited to see a Guardian Cat he hadn't met before, but under this particular set of circumstances.

"Hey! Fuzzbutt! Watch it! Incoming!"

He normally didn't run but that was because normally he didn't run over caltrops with his motorcycle. Of course NORMALLY he didn't have some kind of insane, color drained Doppelganger popping up all over and just...

...He'd made the mistake of thinking it would be easy to take care of. It didn't talk much, it barely talked at all, save bits about "the Queen", whoever that was.. (maybe one of the General Queens? Some of them were pretty... out there...

It had definitely NOT been easy to take on, he'd tried breifly to take it on hand to hand, but his own uniform was designed to be good against his own weapon, and when he'd tried going hand to hand...

He was pretty sure his entire cheekbone was already purple and was lucky not to have a broken nose to go with the cuts inside his cheek from his own teeth. He did not, normally, retreat, but normally he was not faced with himself in such a literal fashion. Like right there. Behind the cat.

Some kind of short range teleportation ability at least, which was making it pretty much impossible for him to concentrate enough to teleport himself, and he didn't want to power down near it...

"SERIOUSLY?"

He came to a skidding halt, trying to figure out the next stage as he added.

"Cat, I don't know you, you don't me, and we're not even on the same side right now, but I could REALLY use a hand right now..."

"If you can help take care of that thing than I will seriously consider letting you drive!" He promised, throwing a handful of his own Caltrops at his doppelganger in an futile attempt to keep it at bay, tough the weighty, pointed pieces of metal mostly bounced off, or were easily deflected by a raised arm and a definitely disturbing chuckle.

"Gonna need some new tires though."

Oh if that was the least of his worries right now.

...Oh hell... even the cats? He wished that ruled out the possibility of this being a Negaverse thing, but he still wasn't sure. Could someone have talked? Was he just out of the loop?

"I suppose you have NO idea where these thing are c..." he was interupted by the speedy assault of his colorless mimic, who apparently considered attempting to converse to be an opening.

...Ok it really kind of was, but still...

"Are you kidding?" He protested, trying to block a flurry of blows. This might have been easier if they could switch. Could they switch? His doppelganger was hard to read, but it didn't seem interested in the Guardian. It might have been a bluff though, he'd taken on Failas while magically compelled to watch Media...

He was never, never going to feel ok about what he did next, but with Horatio briefly latched on to his doppelganger, tenaciously clinging to curiously gray, colorless leathers... there's a sudden opening as his double jerks in surprise, and Realgar takes the chance to lash out in a savage kick at the equally gray and colorless cat.

"Don't THINK so!" He snarled, as his own Shade attempted to shake the cat free of it's leg.

Maybe there was something to this, they were so amazingly focused on getting to who they were copying... he was a bit afraid to even think of what would happen if they managed to do what they were thinking.

Chaos may have normally acted as a form of insulator against emotions like guilt or the like, but in this case it was not a sufficient barrier against the electric current of guilt that ran through Realgar like a bolt of lightning.

While on a conscious level, he was reasonably sure it was only a thing that looked like a cat, but that was just it. It looked like a cat, it moved like a cat, and when it flew through the air and then hit... He felt honestly sick.

It was to his advantage, paralyzed briefly by his own action and the wave of doubt, that Horatio was already in action, since his shade-clone's move toward him was interrupted by Horatio's climb reaching one of the only real places there was exposed flesh. The head and part of the neck.

The Shade Captain howled in protest, batting at Horatio, trying to keep her away from it's face... not out of concern but so that it could continue to assault Realgar, who lashed out with a quick punch, trying to distract it's hands, so that Horatio could continue the gorey, disconcerting assault.

Realgar's incredulous laugh was a bit choked as he struggled with the ferociously determined shade or 'Fakegar' perhaps, but the claws... even an inhuman doppelganger with singleminded determination to put an end to the original found the sensation of cat claws ripping into exposed flesh, leaving deep tracks across nose and cheek, impossible to ignore.

Whatever passed for blood ran down it's face and down it's collar like a mask, not helped by Realgar himself firing a quick punch into it's nose with an unnerving crunch and spray of Shade-blood.

The mention of the shade-cat was another reminder, and he shot a hasty glance toward where he'd seen it fall. Caltrops wouldn't work on a cat... if it wasn't down...

Due to ********* warnings, Ellie had been avoiding powering up. The mere knowledge that there was an exact copy of her Princess self running around was enough reason for her to avoid it.

However, when she passed what seemed like a train wreck with a Negaverse officer and a cat, she found reason enough to slip out of view and emerge as Eternal Iris.

She sauntered up to the fight, eyeballing the situation as best as she could. It seemed as if both the colored and the colorless sides had taken damage.

She wasn't about to wait to ask if it was okay to intervene.

"IRIS RAINBOW SLICER!!!" As she balled up a fist, a brightly colored rainbow shot out like a whip that seemed to come to life on its own. As she swung it, it seemed to attempt to snake about false Captain's neck, then trail down to try to wrap about the gray cat's torso.

All it would take was a simple yank on her part to make a cut.

With a cocky smile, she commented "...ain't sorry 'bout crashin' this party!"

The bronze forehead star immediately lost its gathered energy whenever a Senshi in pink-and-yellow showed up to the party. With a flick of a rainbow whip, the monochrome versions of themselves were dispatched and... really, the Himalayan could only breath a sigh of relief. She was all about fun and games and competition but having to fight yourself was really tiring and kind of hard and she could use a cuddle-filled nap. It might have been strange to see her unaffected by the sudden explosion of ash, but that was just what happened when monsters got killed, right? Like a special effect on a movie screen, it let you know you had done a good job!

"Do you know each other, because I've never met Iris before. At least, I don't think so, and I'd remeber a winner with a combo move like that," she mewed, circling around the Senshi for a moment and resisting the very real temptation to grab at the feathered wings of the Eternal. It just wasn't a very nice thing to do, and besides, she had unfinished business to attend to.

The small cat turned her attention at her temporary ally, clearly seeking a well-deserved cuddle as she pawed at his leg and was quick to remind him, "Hey, I know she's a lot bigger and prettier than me but you still owe me a motorcycle ride. Also, you don't happen to have something to take this taste out of my mouth because it tastes worse than Chaos losers and I reaaaaally want it gone."

She turned teal-colored eyes over to Iris and tilted her head, asking hopefully, "Or maybe you do? It tastes super yucky, worse than the worst bubblegum."

He didn't have time to ask what had found her, but then again, he hardly needed to, and he couldn't say he hadn't suspected, just a bit.

"....Aw s**t." He hissed, as the Shade drifted slowly, stubbornly by. "...That can't be good. A fourth level copy? And he'd seen Zinkenite there. Was there a copy of a goddamn fun sized GK running around? He hadn't heard anything... had they taken care of it already?

"That seriously cannot be good."

"...I... don't know her. I've heard the name though. Someone mentioned she was a Royal. I guess he wasn't pullin' my leg, because that copy sure as ******** was."