NatronSpore

(Yeah. Having the meeting be at night. You control Gayle for this.) Spore whirled around and brought his sword up. The curved blade of his opponent was deflected upward, and Spore dropped down low and knocked the monster's legs out from underneath it. As it fell, Spore flipped to his feet, bringing his sword down and through the monster. It screamed as it was pinned to the ground, making a feeble swipe with its sword. Spore sidestepped, gripped his blade with both hands, and brought it up through the monster'a head. Spore straightened as the monster vaporized, scanning to see if there were any more monsters. He caught sight of one figure approaching him, but its marker wasn't red. It was green.

I just can't get over your signature. TOO CUTE

"Well, whatever. I suppose I do like Spore. But he doesn't seem interested in me. More scared than anything." Gayle sighed and sank down onto her pillow. "Do you think I should talk to him?" (Let's do a nighttime encounter when Spore is out doing his twilight farming.)

You would die.

Explosion stopped.

Gayle jumped out of her reverie at Severa's words. "W-well, what about you?! You have a thing for Sikota!" Gayle blushed furiously. It seemed her emotions always displayed themselves through the color of her face.

Ferro had been waiting for his opponent to recover. As the wrist blade plunged toward his chest, Ferro stepped through the mazes of Maladomini, disappearing and reappearing in a burp of flies behind Orion. Ferro lashed out with a tentacle to knock Orion off balance, then brought his claws plunging down.

Ferro acted with the speed of a computer. He moved into Rija's AP and shut down the self-destruct with a second to spare. He continued to occupy both mechs so Rija wouldn't try anything. "Chasing after him would be a waste of your life. Would he want that?" Ferro could do nothing to save the rest of them; he was stretched thin as it was. All he could do was wait for launch. . .

WHAT IN THE HECK HAS HAPPENED HERE

"Sure. What's on your mind?" Gayle asked. She was sitting on her bed, looking out the window at the streets of the town. They were beginning to calm down as the evening wore on. She had also changed out of her regular gear, now wearing loose pants and a T-shirt.

Ferro heard Derik's lament. "The ones with good hearts and strong minds are the ones who have the will sacrifice themselves." he said simply. He knew it wasn't much, but it was all the consolation he could give.

"Heh. It wasn't a head start. A lot of things are different already. Like that boss's final stage." Spore had known it too. He just hadn't reacted as quickly as the dark haired boy had. But he wasn't done with questions yet. "What would you say to forming a guild?"

The tentacles writhed as they were cut, spewing black blood and then sinking into the earth. Ferro knocked the shuriken aside with his claws. "I will not be denied my corpse, and the Hells will not be denied a soul!" he roared, as a wall of ice spikes sprouted to block their retreat. Ferro teleported after them and went into a flurry of swipes, slashes, and stabs with his claws, aiming at Orion. Tentacles sprouted to prevent Akane from interfering.

(CUTE SIGNATURE I LOVE IT STABS SIKOTA)

Name: Baldr Natravnen Age: 40 Gender: male Affiliation: Red Hawk Appearance: bald, no eyebrows, grey eyes. Wears a black cowl (kept down) and robes, and a small metal cross on a chain under it all. He carries a holy book with him. Weapons: summons ravens made of shadow (ranged), liquid metal he can control at close range, a thunderous stomp, shield of stone (defensive) Background: Baldr is a traveling mercenary-monk who practices an obscure faith: a savior was crucified on a cross to take away the sins of the world, and his spirit was transferred to the ravens who picked his bones clean to watch over his disciples. Baldr came across these two countries during his travels, and saw the oppressive government of the Gold Lion. He allied himself with the Red Hawk to cleanse the other country of decadence. IMPORTANT This is a big change. I just like it better this way. Plus I want to fight Sikota.

Ferro made a fast duck beneath using teleportation and set up a barrier of ice behind him to stop the blade's possible return. He stroked one of the tentacles with the back of his claw, leaving long cuts which bled black blood. The tentacles shivered. "It has been a while since you have had any fun, wouldn't you say?" he addressed the sinuous mass writhing around him. Suddenly, the tentacles retracted and sprang up around Orion and Akane, lifting them both into the air. More tentacles sprouted, reaching for Akane. Reaching in a rather strange way. . .

Ferro received Rytt's message and had just enough time to change his shield's frequency and move into the path of the lasers. They impacted his shield, and Ferro knew that his extra reactor was close to full. Ferro made a quick maneuver, grabbing the other three robots, one in his big hand and the other two under each arm. "Hold tight!" he yelled, and sent a portion of his extra power to his thrusters. The group shot forward, passing the beacon. They suddenly began to rotate faster and faster around the large metal structure. They would soon be blasted to Earth.

Spore grimaced. "I noticed." He sat down on a bed. He looked out the window at the bustling town, the streets filled with hope after the successful first boss fight. "Sikota, if someone told you he was in the beta test, what would you think about him?" Spore was referencing the scene with the dark haired boy after the fight.

(Akane is your other character, right?) The tentacles moved Ferro out of the way of the shuriken. He dissipated the ice and remained suspended on his tentacles. "And who have we here?" Ferro flexed his claws. The corpse on his list was removed. For now.

(What's that? *asks while frying an egg* I couldn't hear you over the sound of this delicious egg.)

Ferro detected a slight change in Rija's voice when she spoke about her mech. He ran a quick scan through the mech's systems, and found everything in perfect working order. He didn't comment on it for a couple seconds, then sent a message to Rija's display inside her mech, making it as secure as possible. No one besides Rija's would be able to read it. It said: Rija, I recommend not keeping lying to me. It doesn't help you. Being honest and straightforward is the best policy. I want to know when you are really having difficulties so I don't have to unnecessarily pay extra attention to you. Don't cry wolf, is basically what I'm saying. Ferro felt like the note explained his position quite well. He felt like a chaperone. No! Ferro vigorously shook his nonexistent head. I am not superior to any of these people! I must remember that. I must retain my humanity. He sent another note to Rija: I'm sorry. That was an arrogent thing of me to say. What am I turning in to?

(But why?)

"Have a good rest." Severa told Sikota. Gayle stared at Spore, but Spore deliberately looked out the window. With a frown and a blush, Gayle flounced out of the room. After the rest had left, Spore lowered his hood and ran a hand through his hair. "Sikota. . ." he began, then paused. "I've been thinking, we have this group of people. It has only been a few months, but I feel like we've been with them forever."

Ferro followed relentlessly. He teleported into the air, and slashed Orion with both claws. As they were falling, he looked down, and several ice spikes formed beneath them to impale his opponent. Then Ferro used his tentacles to extricate himself. "Say hello to Satan for me!" He started laughing, anticipating another death. He had a history of being one of the most feared of the Red Hawk patrols, and he was mentally adding another corpse to his long list.

(Delicious. . .)