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bluesclues2020-03-29 10:11 pm
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WEEK SIX: MINGLE
WEEK SIX
OCCUPANCY: . . .
Rise and shine, little monsters. A new week is waiting just for you. The events of yesterday may have been hard to stomach, but time heals all wounds, after all. The damages the house has incurred over the last week have been reverted and the staff is hard at work fulfilling their roles in this mansion. A piping hot breakfast is served in the dining room promptly at 7am, every square inch of floor and furniture has been cleaned spotless, and Pumpkin is...probably around tending to the animals outside. As you exit your rooms on this lovely morning...
...a silence lays over the house.
For anyone who ventures into the ballroom, a new change may become apparent. Should you choose to look at the plaques, those of the dead have gone blank. The images that were once there have been covered, though the information is still there.
Additionally, the house rules have been removed.
Odd, isn't it? Where are those strange effects you've grown accustom to over the last several weeks in this house? Your body is as it should be (except for those of you who have lost limbs...you know who you are...), your mind is sound and stable, and there are no strange urges or instincts arising within you.
The mansion is in prime condition. All of the rooms (except for Master Blue's and the servants' quarters) are unlocked, and nothing seems out of place. Perhaps you'll have a chance to relax this morning?
Well, it was nice while it lasted anyway. Come Monday at noon a rustling crackle of static can be heard from overhead. Try as you might, you won't be able to find the speakers but a message will play loud and clear for all.
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Glancing back at the others.]
It's my memory, so. My guess is whatever we're looking for is gonna be on that ship. I guess the other option is to try the station?
[He is going to take the matoi tech, though. Frowning at it, because it looks so uncool. How will he manage to pilot this ugly thing?]
I'll try to take this, you guys take the dragon?
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We can take the dragon, yeah. Be careful in that thing. [ she's carefully not thinking too hard about the flying ship, like. what the fuck is that. how does it exist. her world doesn't even have electric power. ]
I'm gonna trust you guys can figure this place out. Following your lead. [ a beat, and then she takes the key around her neck again. ] Hey. Roxas, you there? Do I hold this thing like a sword? Is that how it works?
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[not to knock the magic sketchpad, but still!
he keeps hold of beau's hand for now, peering up at the ship; he's seen this too, though he doesn't entirely understand it. it's not good, he's aware of that much, but he definitely does not like the way it just hovers like that. it's so big, what the fuck? this is powerful magic, probably.]
If the dragon doesn't mind, that might be best-- are we just going to keep calling it "the dragon"?
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Regardless, they're here now and as they begin to walk through the city, it seems quiet. In the distance, however, they can hear what sounds like metal crashing into metal. Almost the sound you'd hear from a car crash, actually, something going full-speed and hitting something solid. These sounds repeat deeper in the city itself. Coincidentally, it's closer to where the ship's stationed so that's nice.
As for Beau, it takes a moment before she receives a reply.]
"Usually it attaches to something. But I think you can hold it by the chain and it'll form itself. It's a little different."
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Blue Eyes White Dragon.
[And that's! The only thing he says. Not particularly chatty right now. He's looking up at that ship mostly, but when the crashing noises get more frequent, he draws the sword instead - grip tight.]
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[He knows Lio knows that, but he's already not acting like he knows. It's only going to get harder from here. He's going to get in his matoi gear and follow the direction of that noise, then!]
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[ and - she'll climb up on pudding. she's not calling him blue eyes white dragon, that's too long. if we're going, we're going!! ]
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Do what you need to.
[he's going with beau, here, but he's here to follow team promare's lead. what he recalls of this ship is basically all bad, so he's not hopeful about what to expect here.]
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They should also maybe move, because these gundams aren't stopping and will run them over if they're in the way. Heads up!]
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[Sharply, because he doesn't want the reminder, even if it's true. But he's barely dodging out the way of a robot foot, and motions for Pudding to swing lower again so he can actually get on too.]
Tch. You're right, anything of use is probably in there. Lets go. Get on, Galo.
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[He's going to be firm right back, because he's not going to coddle Lio's feelings. Lio wouldn't want him to.
. . . Anyway, this is cool as hell? When he sees one of the gundams crash in front of him, he's running forward to try and join the gundam fight or put out fires???
But then he's told to get on the dragon. Ugh! Fine! He'll reach out for Pudding to carry him.]
Gimme a lift?
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also if lio is anywhere near her she's going to try and make him wear the Defense Anklet. look, someone needs to be using this thing. ]
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Why do they need to be so big?!
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Beau takes off the chain, and its when she holds it out and sort of flings her arm that a large key materializes in her hand. It's the same pattern as the necklace but it's now a normal size for a sword. There isn't a verbal reply from Roxas, but the hilt feels warm under her hand as if she has his approval.
Please give Lio the anklet. And please save NHS because these gundams are definitely big and the red ones in particular seem to be ready to punch or shoot at the dragon, a large cannonball soaring their way.]
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[But he won't fight it if items are being pushed on him. Fine, fine fine fine. Tapping on Pudding's neck - maybe take a circle of the city and see if there's anything good before heading up to that ship then.]
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Anyway, he's not going to let those goddamn red robots attack his buds? Because he's a Trigger protagonist, he instantly understands how to pilot this bad boy. He's going to take a running leap in front of the dragon, grab that cannonball in midair, and toss it back at the red boy like he's bowling a strike.]
I've got this! Just tell me where to go!
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anyway it's a good thing galo grabs the cannonball because beau looks up just in time to see it zooming for them and yelps - she was going to try to hit the cannonball with the keyblade, but galo is a bro. beau instead just uses that adrenaline to try and smack anything coming their direction that galo misses.
she kind of loves this sword? it's great. thanks roxas. ]
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[HE REALLY STILL DOES NOT UNDERSTAND MECHAS. what the FUCK are robots.
but the one that ate galo also just saved them and it sounds like he's... okay? also beau has a key now. yeah. this might as well all happen, he guesses.
he just holds on to his gun in case he needs to try to shoot something.]
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Hm. That's helpful. What next?]
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[lio voice: so help me god if i dont get to set kray on fire in this memory i will turn this dragon around
Lio is definitely concentrated on steering this dragon, and taps Pudding on the neck to see if he'll, uh. Breathe a lil' fire. Help out here, bud. This is the air equivalent of his flamethrower. Aiming for the ship this time, might as well get up there. See what's the haps. Everyone better hang on tight because he will have this dragon barrel roll if need be.]
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Team Blue! We need to help them! Sending our friends, and these robots. It's definitely Blue doing that, right? So the red ones have to be . . .
[The House!! I mean, this time the robots are literally the color blue. It's not subtle. Anyway, with that revelation - it seems Lio is steering up to the ship, but Galo is still running on the ground. So he's going to jump over some of the blue robots to land in the middle of a group of red ones, draw his arm guns (he has those), turn in a circle, and shoot.]
Blue robots! It's I, Galo Thymos! We have to take out the red guys, and the entire ship! Quick - combine with me into a giant Bluebot!
With the power of blue and my burning soul, we won't be stopped!
[Anyway, he's going to pose with his arms crossed across his chest while he waits for the robots to combine together and transform into a robot as big as the Parnassus?]
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I love it when he just fuckin' goes. [ beau says, amused. ] Hey - A-Sang, can you call the sisters and ask them what to do about these fucking robots? They can probably give us some kind of advice!
[ hold on she has to abandon her boy for a second because those red mechs are way too close to pudding's wing. eat shit, redbots!! ]
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Can they do that...?
[but right, right, the necklaces. he takes hold of his, shouting into it a little to be heard as he asks whether they have any direction for them.
he'll help shoot at one of the mechs while he's at it, though, figuring they're not exactly easy to miss. best time for the gun, honestly!]
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...the worst thing is that Galo's speech...works.
All of the bluebots recognize Galo as their new leader now that he's defeated several redbots, and they begin to swarm him. And bury him. And build on top of him? Yikes. Luckily Galo's probably okay, but the bots stack taller and taller until they're almost within reach of the ship itself. At least with their giant feet, Galo can stomp on some of the red ones.
His guns are much bigger now, too. Hate it.]
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The ship is likely hiding the door.
[Just gonna . . . aim his dragon directly at a few red bots. I mean, it's a dragon, but it's not ship sized. They'll just provide some air support for the giant Blue Mech for now.]
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we're pacifist runnin' this shit (except kray dont look at kray)
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