Eve Sahimiga's Story

A strange crackling noise resounded through the town.

If one were to have looked up, they would have seen a blonde girl in a lab coat appear from nowhere. As if from some cartoon, she hovered there for a bit before she began to fall.

"Not good... Deploying Sphere!"

A 1 foot thick sphere of metal formed around her as she plummeted toward the ground. Smashing through the roof of some building and eventually coming to a stop, the sphere disappears and Eve brushes some of the dust off of her shoulder. She turned around and quickly scanned the area of impact.

"No load-bearing walls were damaged which is good... Potential for collapse....null as everything is surprisingly stable... Wall has to be replaced and the roof rebuilt in that area... Overall damage estimate....$1932... Double checking statistics...."

The whole time she is talking, she was rapidly typing on an invisible keyboard.

"Affirmative. $1932 is total cost of structural damage... Now... too find the owner of the building..."

She looks around the foyer for the owner of the bakery.

They never saw it coming, and who would?

One moment Tobias Molodoux was pulling elephant ears from the oven, the next he was coughing up the dust of ages and nursing a burn mark on his face. His face! And half of his mustache, to his horror, was gone. And the elephant ears were on the ground. What the hell was that sound?

From out in the foyer, a woman's wailing began. If he was feeling a dread a moment ago, it was nothing to the sense of suicide Tobias now harbored. Forget the elephant ears and fudge it all! With the rage of a thousand taxpayers done wrong, Tobias knocked the remainder of the kitchen door from it's now feeble hinge and entered the foyer.

"And who the hell are you?" Tobias spluttered over his patrons wails, wildly taking in the scene. His bakery! With a hole in the roof! A hole in the roof and a girl in white man coats! Samantha Himmel continued to wail, much to the chagrin of Tobias. She was pointing from the door to the ceiling to the girl and back again to the door, before promptly fainting in the fashionable way she had. Drat it all!

"And what have you done to my bakery?!" Arms now splayed, Tobias angrily gawked at the girl, waiting for an explanation, when there was an odd sound from the side of him. The sound of spraying, and trickling, and liquid doing things it should not be doing. With a final exhale, the CreamCraft M-00 was decidedly broken. Milk was misting all over Miss Himmel, who was still unconscious. And there was a hole in the ceiling.

"Human sighted. Marking notes..... You are the owner it seems. As for structural damages, I am willing to pay for them. Estimating gives them to be $1932..."

She reaches into her pockets and takes out $3000 in cash. Eve then walks up to the screaming Tobias and hands it to him. Her expression has not changed since the fall.

"As for the human on the floor, she escaped all injury and has simply fainted. Your bodily temperature has risen slightly so I assume you are angry. Commencing backstory....adjusting to appropriate tone.... I'm so so sooo sorry for what just transpired. I was falling from 80 feet in the air so I protected myself. I do apologize for any damages. I will take full responsibility for them!"

She expected Tobias to get physical and thus enacted her EMC as a backup.

Tobias snatched the money and pocketed it away, quickly. That would more than cover the base damages, and even buy a new CreamCraft M-00. But still. He didn't falter in his angry facade, despite the money feeling very good in his pocket. It felt very good. He then turned his attention to Samantha Himmel, who was still out cold, and was going to be very cold upon awakening due to the milk. He wasn't going to wake her up. The wailing, you see.

"Full responsibility indeed," Tobias pat at the money, and collected himself a bit further. The CreamCraftM-00, ruined, but he could replace that. He'd been wanting a ceiling relief, much like that other bakery closer to the center of the ceiling. Perhaps he could get it domed, and maybe even add a story. A roof top convenience would be the talk of the town, perhaps encased in glass...Pulling himself away from renovation thoughts, he addressed the young lady once again. He didn't want to thank her, oh no, but had to find a way to repay her for her...for her what? For her money.

"I'd prefer if you got out of my sight, but when we re-open, you're welcome to-," Tobias glanced around for a broom, happily noticing that the display cases were still in tact. Then, it hit him. The scoundrels! Where did they go? Where were-

"The TARTS!" Tobias interrupted himself with a screech. He'd been robbed! Destroyed! His business was in decay! Where the hell was that redheaded rapscallion and the other young counterpart! Rounding once again on the girl in the white mans-coat, he puffed his chest and prepared an accusation.

"Were you in leagues with them? Two strangers with shaky intentions is enough for one day, but a third and destructive one?"His face grew redder and redder, half of a mustache quivering,"Conspiracy. CONSPIRACY!" Tobias wailed, waking up Samantha Himmel, who joined in wailing for entirely different reasons. Her dress was ruined.

Eve turns her head to face the entrance.

"Scanning...."

Her eyes flash yellow for a short bit before she looks away from the entrance.

"They went left out of your door and crossed the road and then went west.... 85% molecular decay... Probability of user catching them... 65%...."

She returns her blank gaze to Tobias.

"I am not from this world so I am not in leagues with them. As for what you were going to say, from how you acted...I can assume your were either going to have me clean up or call the authorities on me."

"Ruined!"

What wasn't? The bakery, Samantha's dress, and soon to be Tobias's reputation in this part of Abingdol Falls. It was almost, almost too much for one day. Samantha had taken to complaining about everything and anything, simultanously managing to accuse Tobias of concocting the perfect ruining of her day. Tobias stared blankly at the door, wondering if the world really was out to get him. Maybe, he thought in the back of his mind, this was the grand scheme of his arch nemesis and business rival from six streets over. They would revel in hearing about what happened today. How could he keep it all a secret? There was no keeping this a secret, especially not with socialite Samantha Himmel here in the store. Oh, she had a way of extrapolating things. While all this was going on in Tobias's head, Samantha Himmel the socialite had been speaking aloud her discontent.

"...And I'll be taking my business elsewhere!" Samantha huffed, having pulled herself unassisted to a stand. This statement hit Tobias with the same impact of the stranger on his bakery. Soggy, dragging, and ruffled, Samantha Himmel made her exit, leaving Tobais to stare at the stranger.

A large moment of silence passed. He was not calling the authorities. That would call more attention than anything, even Samantha Himmel. Putting his hand to his face, Tobias sighed.

"Just, go."

Outside, around the corner, down the block, a red haired rapscallion tasted for the first time the delicacies of this Abingdol Falls place. The tarts were out of this world!

"Hmm...I will be right back..."

Eve follows the red-head's trail, her EMC already active.

"I would advise that you release the stolen property and leave.... otherwise...."

A ball of fire hovers in her metal right hand.

"We will have a problem."

She stood only 2 feet from the rapscallion as she spoke. She planned on using less violent spells if anything happens.

A quick glance around revealed Silas was not in the immediate vicinity, but she didn't wonder too hard about that. He was a big boy, and could handle himself. Also, there was a more concerning issue at hand. In the hands of this girl. Well, hand. If it's hand. It looked like a hand, but metal.

"'Tolhen?" Genevieve said through a mouthful of delicious tarts. She swallowed, hard, and squared herself to her full height. The girl looked to be older than her, just by a smidge, and they were about matched in height. What was she wearing, though? Genevieve did not drop the tarts, far too focused on the overall composition of the lady before her. She had a metal hand, and that metal hand had in it a ball of fire. Intimidating, yes, but absolutely cool.

"So what else can it do?" Completely ignoring the very real severity of the girl's accusation and potential future actions, Genevieve directed the conversation to the hand, and the fireball. "That's pretty neat. Fireballs, eh?"

"Loading file... So you're one of those types... Alright then. Mode shift. Anti-battle mode confirmed."

The fireball dissipates and the 'veins' in the metal hand begin to glow yellow. Raising her hand slightly, she pointed at Genevieve.

"Volt."

A spark shot out and connects with Genevieve, causing her body's nervous system to spasm for a short while. This allowed her to take the tarts and begin walking back to the bakery. She had stopped to look back and scan Genevieve.

"....Life signs stable....Very well..."

By this time the effects of the jolt have worn off, it was only a few seconds after all. She began walking again, heading to the bakery to return the tarts to Tobias.

Genevieve literally never knew what hit her, waking up on the ground without the tarts. Patting the ground, looking wildly around, she spotted the tail of a white coat whisking around a corner. Her emotions cycled from disbelief to outrage, back to disbelief, and on to determination. A quick self check ensured she still had everything she had come with, save the tarts.

"HEY GET BACK HERE!" Genevieve shouted after the strange girl in the lab coat, scrambling to her feet and feeling a very uncomfortable sensation as she did so. Ugh! A puddle. Just her luck, to land in a puddle. Now her trousers were soaked, again. She arrived in this damp city wet, and it appeared wet she would stay.

"HEY!" Genevieve shouted again, this time garnering the attention of a few passing locals. Two turned their nose up at her, and a third shook their head and scurried on faster. Rapscallions didn't get much credit here, even when their stolen goods were stolen. Resigning to a heist gone awry, Genevieve waited a few moments for the attention to divert from herself. She still didn't exactly know where it was she really was. At that moment Genevieve just wanted a beer.

Back in his bakery, Tobias had swept what debris he could. There was still a large chunk of his ceiling on the ground. He was not about to throw his back out moving that! He, too, decided the day was done, and moved towards the front door. Surprisingly that was still in tact. Actually, he wondered, could you see the damage from the street? He almost checked, too, before he remembered he only had half of a mustache. Drat it all!

"You stay back... Robert, deploy."

A small, 1 foot tall robot popped out of her pocket. It looked around a little before turning to Eve.

"Her."

She motioned with her hand at Genevieve. The little robot named Robert then turned and marched toward Genevieve.

Meanwhile, Eve crossed the road and was almost to the bakery entrance.

"Mr. Owner of bakery!!! I have your tarts."

She shouted as best she could as she continued walking. Robert stood in front of Genevieve and tried to look menacing.