*Pico was reading his book and unconsciously fell asleep*
Pico:zzz…
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???: anyway for the longest while you have probably wondered where your boss has been*the chair Spins around to reveal a familliar figure* I am here to say he's not here at the moment. At this point I would pretend to be him and give you a rallying speech. I will, but not like Shadowblade would.
*down the hall*
Zack: that's morphblade
Frank: where;s he been?
Zack: im not sure…but I do have a few questions for him.
*Pico's room*
Mia: well this is a shock.
Nene: oh look its…um who is that.
Cynthia:*looks at the man as her faial expression changes to that of worry*
Cynthia: *gulps and gives Pico a not even slightly soothed look out of the corner of her eye, not daring to turn her face away from Morphblade in the TV* … S-sure… (I-I can't look back at him. I mustn't… But why?) *trying to distract herself from the sudden feeling of anxiety, she asks* So… what is this thing he's talking to us through? Is it some kind of window? Why doesn't he come in and talk to us directly? *the feeling of fear reaches for her heart and squeezes it painfully as she speaks out that scenario* (I think that was the wrong distraction…) *turning her eyes back to the TV as if an invisible force pulled them on a chain, something starts to stir in the darkness of her memory; she starts trembling on her whole body from terror, unable to utter even the tiniest sound; she thinks she can hear Pico say something to her, or Mia, or maybe someone else; she couldn't make out words or the voice or turn to the others; she was absolutely paralyzed, deaf, without speech and blind for everything besides the man in the TV*
- A couple doors down… -
Val: *twisted up to a pretzel again on her bed, she whinces and looks startled at the TV turning on by itself, displaying the same message everyone at the tower receives* … Make it stop, Morphblade. *she says with a flat voice and dull eyes, staring right through him* … Make it stop.
Mia:*looks in the corner of her eye at cynthia* you ok?
*13th floor studio*
MB: First as you have noticed we have been contacted by the enemy. this man,…no he revoked that right along time ago and right before you, jack knifed off of a diving board into a pool of smelly, rotten century and a half old blood he created to seal the deal. Folks I'm goning to be flat out with you. he is a danger and he wants to be your boogy man and prey on your weakness. As you have read in the file, he has seen things that few can say that they have seen and regreted, yet he thinks its all a game to progress his findings. he looks at us, and thinks we are weak. He believes us to be soft and inferior. he promises nothing but lies to justify his means and in the end will use you nothing more than a stepping stool on a mountain of corpses he wishes to create. *stands up and hops on the desk only ot sit on it*Now, I want each of you to take a good look at yourselves. You came here for a second chance and got it. Through strife and strain, each and everyone of you have acheived something and bettered yourself. You have all shown that you have what it takes to stand up for what you belive and fight. Each of you have braved danger that no one else could face, you have shown to look the monsters and machines of one madman almost a year ago, and put your all into fighting back, and you have all seen hell and literally marched your way out to fight again so that way the world can may be peaceful. We are in a simmilar battle right now, only unlike Torvek he's likely wanting to play god and thinks he should wipe the slate clean. Are we going to let that happen? I don't think so.*stands up* Ladies and gentlemen as of right now, I call on you. I call on you to fight for yourself, to fight for the families of others, and future generations that are threatened by this *air quotes* "Professor" and his defintions of "Science and philosphy".
MB: let us remind him what we as a people, as nations, as a world can do when we put our minds together. and remember, We are Zot!!!
*the message then stops playing and the TV's turn off much cheeing can be heard throught the tower*
*back up onthe 13th floor*
MB: it is done.
Rob: I must say…that was an interesting speech. what now?
MB:now? I go and do my work.*walks by him* thank you Rob.
*Trigger smiles at Cynthia*
Trigger:hi!*he then hovered over to Pico and whispered*so whats the deal is she a new girlfriend or somthing?*this causes the red fox to blush*
Pico:*whisper*no! what the hell!? she just needed a place to stay and i sort of volunteered.
Trigger:sort of?
Pico:my place wasn't the first choice…
Trigger:oh well i still think you got the h-
Pico:finish that sentence and i,ll rip your voice modulator out myself
Trigger:ok ok no need for threats…
*Pico then sighs*
Cynthia:*looks at trigger in conversation with Pico and turns her head she then weakly gets up*(this is an odd creature.)*tries to subtly pick up a scent* (he has no oder)*lightly makes contact with him*(and he feels cold.)
Trigger: Anyway jokes aside…*Noticing Cynthia's presence* may I help you with something?
Cynthia:um, *shakes her head* n-no um…
*Pico smiled at Cynthias curiosity*
Pico:Trigger here is a ancient robot-
Trigger:pfft! im not that old.
Pico:yeah you kind of are. anyway…his quite advanced as well considering he can simulate emotion plus we can do this…Trigger!*Triggers and Picos eyes glow as the robot merged with the fox makeing him wear a helmet and armour* because of some link or connection we share we can become one.
Trigger:you could say that…*suddenly the dark blue gem on his helmet glowed and a hologramm of Morphblade appeared after a few seconds he paused the recording* and i don't even want to show you the one i got before this that guy needs to see a plastic surgeon and fast.
Cynthia: (… Plastic surgeon?) *hangs her head in shame, her shoulders dropping* (It's like they talk another language… What in the world happened to me? Why don't I know things that… that seem to be common knowledge? And why did that figure from earlier give me that horrible feeling…? *the mere thought makes her shiver as if by a cold draft and she zones out of the conversation again* Do I know him? And if I do, why can I remember that feeling but nothing else? It's all such a mess…)
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