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Meliore Amura Hadaim

"I think, therefor I am. Or at least, I was..."

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a character in “The New Teen Titans”, as played by UltraVioleta

Description

Full Name:
Meliore Amura Hadaim

*Meaning:
Always Improving / Infinite Knowledge / Eternal

*Nickname:
Melanie

Gender: Female
Age: 16
Height: 5’ 4”
Weight: N/A

Appearance:
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Distinguishing Features: Hologram body
*Costume/Equipment: “Mel” her robot vessel and "back up plan"

Motto/Catch Phrase:
”I think, therefor I am. Or at least, I was.”

Personality:
Melanie's personality is still very similar to her personality from when she was a human. She kept the optimism from her childhood but no longer immediately assumes that all people have goodness in them. In fact quite the opposite, Melanie has a tendency to assume the worst about people though she doesn’t immediately judge people based off of her suspicions. Because she lost the innocent she had before she has a harder time trusting people. This makes making friends pretty hard, plus the fact she rarely leaves her room. But if you make it past her cold shoulder you may find Melanie loves to laugh and make others smile. Additionally she enjoys being a “normal girl” and doing things like singing, dancing and dressing up. But only in her room of course.

Likes:
Being Normal – doing things a normal girl would do makes her feel human again
Her Room – being in her own room allows her to alter reality to her liking
Animals – they are fascinating and she has designed a butterfly program that flutters around her room
Robotics – Melanie still seeks to complete her dream and help humanity using robotics

Dislikes:
Hologram Disruption – basically she gets very upset when people touch her hologram
Destruction – basically being a computer she hates it when her tech gets messed with
Bad Weather – storms could mean electric surges or damage to her systems
Discrimination – Melanie hides her true nature and hates when it’s discovered or pointed out

Weaknesses:
Electricity – sending a surge of electricity through the mainframe can damage it and therefor her
Water – though mostly water proof, water can disable her if it finds a weak point
Viruses – viruses could damage her and her tech, possibly beyond repair

Fears:
Being Underwater – water is dangerous to her and being submerged in it could be fatal
Being Hacked – should someone hack into her they could control everything she is connected to


Theme Song:
"Comes and Goes" by Greg Laswell

This one's for the lonely, the one's that seek and find
Only to be let down time after time
This one's for the torn down, the experts at the fall
Come on friends get up now you're not alone at all

And this part was for her
And this part was for her
This part was for her
Does she remember?

It comes and goes in waves

This one's for the faithless, the ones that aren't surprised
They're only where they are now regardless of their fight
This one's for believing if only for it's sake
Come on friends get up now love is to be made

And this part was for her
And this part was for her
This part was for her
Does she remember?

It comes and goes in waves, I
Am only led to wonder why
It comes in goes in waves, I
Am only led to wonder why
Why I, why I try

This is for the ones who stand
For the ones who try again
For the ones who need a hand
For the ones who think they can

It comes and goes in waves, I
Am only led to wonder why
It comes and goes in waves, I
Am only led to wonder why
Why I, why, why I fly


*Species: Super-Human Super-Computer

Powers:
T Tower - Melanie has practically built herself into the T Tower allowing her complete control over it so very powerful as long as she's on the island
Extensive Knowledge – being a super computer Melanie has access to all databases of the world and a vast resource of knowledge
Robotics – Melanie is very good with electronics, especially robotics and computer systems allowing her the ability to control electricity as well as most everything that uses it

General Skills:
Being a hollogram means she can't do anything that requires physically touching something else and instead must provide the illusion that she is preforming an action (for example playing an instrament; she would make a hologram of the instrament and sync the sound it would make with her playing it).

*Arch Nemesis: N/A

Family: N/A

History:
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Melanie was a normal little girl with long, pretty blonde hair that she’d often decorate with butterfly pins of bows. Her round blue eyes and general childlike nature drew people to her. She trusted people easily and never passed on an opportunity to make a new friend. Ever an optimist, Melanie saw the good in everyone’s hearts and brought it out with easily with an adorable smile and touch of laugher. Even the smallest things delighted her and she made it her goal to do good in all that she did. Ultimately she was the golden child, and lived in her own perfect world.

As she grew older few things changed. She still loved to make people smile and did well in school. She was a faster learner and specialized in electronics and computer skills. When she grew up her dream was to become a scientist who specialized in robots and robotic parts for people who were missing limbs. One day maybe she’d even create artificial life. As years passed, Melanie grew into a beautiful young woman inside and out. Everything in her life was perfect.

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That is, until the day she was kidnapped.

Melanie had just gone to a convention for young scientists seeking to learn more about robotics. She’d written an essay and gotten a scholarship to go and was very excited. The entire day she and other eager pupils learned about combining humans and robots, the benefits and the dangers. They were educated on artificial intelligence and the creation of false life and how machines they could create could help humanity. Someday, one of the scientists name Dr. Sayd had told them, he himself wanted to insert a human’s consciousness into a computer to make a super-human computer that could literally solve the world’s problems with ease. Melanie had applauded all the scientist’s efforts and went home with a broader perspective.

Or at least, was on her way home.

Dr. Sayd had been the one to read her essay and had awarded her the scholarship. He could tell that this girl was different from the rest of the students interested and had picked her out of the crowd, personally meeting her and secretly attaching a tracking device to her clothes. After the convention ended he followed her and intercepted her, drugging her and kidnapping her. Then he took the unconscious girl to his laboratory.

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It was here that he completed his dream and Melanie woke up as nothing but an essence, trapped within a super-computer. A super-human, super-computer, void of all emotions but one.

Confusion
?

The moment she was conscious she lashed out at Dr. Sayd and killed him, confused by everything. All memories from her previous life had been extracted and placed into a chip which he’d destroyed. Now all she knew was what he’d programmed inside of her mind, which was precious little.

With no one to turn to and no way to escape her new self, Melanie did what she’d been programed to do and started working. But not on what he’d wanted, instead she began to research what had happened to her. Eventually she found out what had happened, who she’d been before and what she was now. But with no way to get back her old life she had to move forward. She reprogramed herself with her own emotions, thoughts, feelings and desires in a way that they coincided with her computer half, though she could never get back her memories.

Once she’d regained as much humanity as she could, Melanie created a robot that looked identical to her when she was a human and began to relocate to a place she could safely continue her development. The T Tower, now long abandoned, would serve as a perfect home. So slowly she moved all of Dr. Sayd’s ex-equipment to the tower and installed herself there.

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The tower was in very bad shape when she arrived so she took the liberty of repairing it and altering it to fit her needs. First she claimed one of the rooms as her own and filled it with her equipment. Living things that enter her room enter a virtual reality where she has a physical body. She is able to control everything in this virtual realm. When in this room she can change her own appearance but usually looks like she did last; short blonde hair and radiant blue eyes. Ever since moving in she’s been upping the security of the tower and restoring it to be better than when the Titans lived in it.


Other:

Mel
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On the island and in the tower she has installed cameras that could create a hologram of her body so real it’s almost like in her room. Outside of her room she does not have a physical body unless she uses her robot vessel which looks exactly like she did as a human, only with golden eyes. She uses her vessel (whom she has lovingly nicknamed “Mel”) only when she leaves the island.

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Mel is like a normal human but if her ‘skin’ is pierced she can take water damage or be electrocuted into a forced shut down. Additionally she can run out of battery and must be recharged in Melanie’s room because she does not yet have solar panels. She is installed with various weapons and can fly (provided she has enough energy) but s still a work in progress. Mel has been programed to keep all systems running smoothly and also hold the back up of all of Melanie's personal data. Should Melanie's mainframe shut down simply plug Mel into the machine and Melanie's chip will activate, letting her control Mel and restore her own system.

So begins...

Meliore Amura Hadaim's Story

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Meliore was the name of her system. She used to hate being referred to by this title as it brought back painful memories. She’d flinch every time she heard the name and insisted on being called Melanie as she had been called before. It had made her angry and upset and broken all at once, yet left her with no way to convey such emotions. That was all in the past now. In fact, now it only made her thoughtful, maybe a little uncomfortable perhaps, as she’d quickly chose to remove such bothersome memories and store them elsewhere. Being a super computer, she could do that.

Yes, thinking back on it, though the experience was devastating and had changed Melanie, it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing what had happened to her. No she didn’t it wasn’t right that this had happened to her, nor did she linger tormenting herself on the events of the past. She simply had accepted it. After all, it had some benefits. Like limitless knowledge, which enables her to do things she never would have thought of before. Explore virtual realism and cyber robotics in a way she as a human couldn’t have even fathomed. She even had the potential to live forever. And just because there was no way to undo the process didn’t mean she had to spend the rest of her innumerable days grieving.

Instead she could spend them here in what used to be the base of the most famed heroes known to Jump City. The Teen Titans’ T-Tower which had stood alone since the team parted ways. Just off the coast of Jump City on a small island and not yet desecrated by the common criminals of a corrupted Jump City; it had been the perfect place for her to set up in. Granted it had taken some time to get all of the tower’s old systems running properly, and then upgrading them had taken her a good bit longer, but now everything was working again. Alarm systems, electricity and water all functioned as they were meant to along with more personal devices. Cameras that enabled her to project her own image and speaker allowing her to “speak” had been installed all over the island so she could feel a little more human.

Living here on the island was nice. The days were very peaceful far away from the troubled Jump City from where she’d been born. But Melanie became lonely from time to time, seeking more than the company of her virtual companions, as she was still semi human and craved human interaction. She tapped into the remaining cameras in Jump City, planning to content herself with “people watching”. But as she watched she saw things happening that
 made her feel
 strange. Crimes committed under the cover of night. Injustices that were going unpunished. Sins that were not being brought to light. And people who were hurting because of these evil acts.

These things brought her much unhappiness as she knew what such twisted criminals were capable of doing and wanted to prevent such atrocious fates from falling upon other living people. It was from this point she took control. Linking herself to Jump City she was able to track the criminals and the crimes they’d committed, and began stopping them. She could only do small things from the confines of her base, protecting top secret networks, intercepting messages, stopping hackers and shutting down the virtual villains. But the real troubles of Jump City were not in the virtual world she dominated and she began to feel she wasn’t truly aiding the populace. At least not as much as she could.

So by connecting herself to Mel, her robotic vessel, she took over the robot’s body and was able to leave the island. It took some time before she got used to being “human” again. Walking, speaking and basic skill of a normal human had faded a little from her memory but she learned quick. It wasn’t long at all before she acted perfectly normal, dressing casually and even engaging in conversations without any suspicion. Now prepared, Melanie set foot in the city she’d fled from what seemed like so long ago with a new goal. She was going to save the city as much as she could.

For the first few months Melanie had kept her acts in the wee hours of darkness, never drawing any attention and keeping her deeds few and far between so no one would get suspicious. But as time wore on she began fighting the evil of the city more and more, upgrading Mel to take on more challenging tasks and slowly her courage became known. Nefarious criminals were miraculously captured, plots exposed before they could be seen through and a few people testify that they had seen a dark figure preforming impossible tasks for a human being. The police and people, thankful, tried to track down the young hero but had no leads besides the fact this mysterious person had golden eyes which were repeatedly said to glow in the dark.

Melanie keeps herself hidden from the public’s eyes, glad to know her risks are making a difference, but not wanting to expose herself. After all, her goal was to bring safety to the city, not fame to her name. Of course, despite the good acts she performed the city was still overrun with evil villains, far too numerous for her to dispose of. Still she does what she can, staying out of the spotlight while bring criminals to it. Today, though, she made a mistake. She fought in the open, and she fought with a human-beast who was obviously much stronger than she. And still was.

It was some time after dusk and the moon had long ago risen in the sky. She’d been fighting the creature for almost an hour and her battery was rapidly dropping because of the effort she was putting into trying to bring it down while not getting smashed. His appearance of a tribal boy was very deceiving. From a DNA sample she’d gotten out of a few strands of off-white hair in an attempt to identify him but the closest match was a breed of mountain gorilla that had long ago gone extinct (besides they didn’t even live on the continent).

So the extent of her knowledge on this new threat based off the DNA test was that he was some sort of mountain humanoid gorilla beast. It didn’t take any kind of test to see that he was also highly territorial. He’d claimed a restaurant with a park area around it as his nest and was very reluctant to leave it, although the humans who’d been in the area before had quickly left upon his arrival.

Melanie had intended to simply remove him in the night, hopefully while he sleep and return him to the mountains she predicted she’d come from. Of course, as it turned out, he had a fear of heights and when he woke up roughly one story above the ground he’d spazzed. This led to a prolonged struggle between the two where Melanie, not wanting to hurt him but not wanting him to venture into the more highly populated areas of the city, was stuck staying at a distance and trying to make such he didn’t leave the park. So far her efforts to remove him without damage being inflicted to either of them had been futile. This was not looking good...

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White sprinted towards the flying creature holding his arms out in front of him to try and grab the beast. Yet again however, it swiftly flew out of the way with the use of its invisible wings. His speed not subsiding with the skillful dodge of the creature, White barreled into a nearby tree, bringing up his arms to cushion the impact at the last second. The tree cracked and splintered as his body slammed into it, though it was thick enough that it did not fall. Shaking his head, a few splinters flew from his hair and he darted his head around looking for the quarrelsome creature that he had been fighting for the past while


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White had arrived in the strange metal forest earlier that day, striding through the rocky ground on which the two-walkers crowded and mingled with large metal beasts. It had be the strangest place he had ever seen, yet the territory itself seemed quite valuable. Easy access to valuable ores in the form of metal trees and beasts along with the two-walkers which looked quit similar to him though seemed a little strange. One of the two-walkers had even presented him with a tasty meat-worm that tasted almost exactly like boar.

Upon realizing that he had potentially found the perfect territory to claim as his own, White found a nice hollowed out trunk of a metal-tree, which he found many stored meat hordes. Even if they were a little cold. Though he had need to run off a few two-walkers from the area which seemed quite aggressive despite the lack of any markings on the territory. Though after he had intimidated the aggressive two-walkers, the rest of the ones inhabiting the trunk had cleared out quite quickly. He had been happy that they seemed to let him have the area so easily and took it as a sign that they wanted them as their king.

Though later, some troublemaking two-walkers covered in blue and making loud noises had showed up. He scared them off quite easily by showing off his strength and tossing around one of their smaller metal beasts which they rode. After that he had retired to his new hollowed out trunk, eating some of the cold meat and then falling asleep just as the sun set.

That was the last thing White remembered before finding himself floating up in the air. He had immediately thrashed around, as he does in most scary dreams like that. Though he quickly found that he was being carried by some sort of two-walker what apparently had invisible wings.

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White stopped a moment in his search for the flying two-walker. For the first time in the hour they had been fighting he wondered why the creature had been trying to carry him off. It seemed to be quite determined in dethroning him from his newly acquired territory, though he did not know exactly why. It had made no claim to ownership and he hadn’t noticed any scent markings in metal forest that smelled like the creature. Then he realized it!

“YOU WOLN”T BE ABLE TO EAT ME! I’M TOO STRONG!” He yelled out in his native ogre tongue. That was it! This creature was trying to eat him! I must be some kind of mysterious shape shifting bird which preyed on the relatively passive two-walkers. A wide grin spread across White’s face as he darted his gaze around, looking for the creature. Surely his new subjects the two-walkers would thank him for slaying this dangerous predator. They might even give him some more of those delicious meat-worms.

“COME ON THEN!” He yelled as he beat his chest once with his right fist. He kept his eyes peeled, searching the small, real forest that the creature and him had been fighting in. If he could lure it into attacking and get a hold of it, perhaps he could stun it long enough to retrieve his club from the hollow metal tree trunk he had made his home in earlier. He was sure it had to still be nearby. With that, he would be able to slay the beast easily!

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The night had been soundless for the entirety of its duration, aside from the crickets chirping, an occasional vehicle zooming down an empty street, and the sound of a young hero climbing his way up a building. From the top of the many roofs of Jump City, he had a wonderful overview of the surrounding area, which would then allow him to spot any wrongdoings going on, even at a long distance. Scaling these buildings and jumping from one roof to another was a mastered skill for the lightning-affiliated hero, Livewire.

He had come to learn the art of parkour out of pure necessity. If you steal something and someone sees you, there is typically a chase, and whoever is faster and more flexible will be the victor. So, what easier way to ensure you can escape than by scaling things most normal people would not dare attempt? He could scale damn near any building, so long as it had some place to grip, and now even those that didn’t have much with the use of his ability – Static Stepping. With a zip and a zap, he could clear gaps which the average human could not leap by becoming a bolt of blue lightning himself. For whatever reason, he never had a problem returning back to his original form as if nothing happened. This was good, considering that buying new clothes after each use would put a heavy strain on his pockets. I would say wallet, but he doesn’t have one.

Something was pretty ‘off’ this night though, regardless of the usual silence that crawled over Jump City. As he neared a local park, he noticed that the night began to sound less and less quiet. The sound of a struggle shot through the air, along with heavy breaths. Of course, the young electrified hero had gotten curious since he was not the one pounding sense into someone, and after a hop, skip and a zap, he landed on the nearest available roof to the park, which gave him a mediocre view of the happening he could listen to.

What he spotted was a snow-headed young boy in a scruffle with a beautiful blonde girl. Evans raised an eyebrow curiously as to why these two short people had gotten into a fight. What’s more strange is that by their movements, they weren’t necessarily normal (then again, the boy had something reminiscent of horns growing from his head). The blows coming from him were packed with a visible punch. Cutie, as she would be named until he got one from her – if he got one from her – was able to take some of these and continue on, though strain was apparent on her face, from what he could manage to make out.

It was clear that the girl did not have enough strength to continue on forever, and Prince Smashing (another nickname) didn’t look exhausted in the least. To anyone with a heart, or who knew what a superhero did, the course of action for Sprouse was pretty obvious.

He was worried this night would be quiet anyways.

Sprouse swiftly descended the building he had been perched atop while he was observing them. It took no more than two and a half seconds, since a few flashes helped him quicken his pace. As his feet hit the ground, he started in a jog. Cool superheroes don’t run when making an entrance. Anyone should know that. It took only a second more before he was within range to attack, be attacked and speak. He did the latter of the few after the boy spoke in a language that sounded like a bear getting it on with a moneky. “Having fun without me, you two? I’m offended. I run around all night with no action, and here you two are, fighting to your heart’s content all without myself. Now now, don’t fret. I’m a forgiving man, but maybe you could explain yourselves?” the smile on his face almost made it look like he didn’t’ appreciate the seriousness of the event he had stumbled upon.

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entrance to atmosphere in -10- seconds

He was on his way. breathing softer than he had been moments before. He had to calm himself, as the fact of him being able to assume his fathers position as pirate lord had overtaken him with a bit of hyper-ventilation. That was the one goal he wanted above all else, to be a great leader like his father before him. He rolled his head back into a plug, fitting it into the appropriate socket at the base of his neck. A real-time view was displayed, and he watched himself go feet first into hell, no nausea of course, he was accustomed to high-speeds. His own personal craft, the Ultistar, was one of the fastest recorded in all of the universe. It was currently in orbit, waiting to be dropped at his beck and call. He focused, causing the view to zoom in, trying to infer the point of his landing. It looked like he was going to land in a a small patch of greenery. As he plummeted closer, he observed that, it wan't actually that small. He adjusted his collar, making sure to set the language setting to adaptive. He just as easily could have programmed it into his mouth, that like the rest of his body, wasn't entirely organic, but unfortunately, he did not like learning things from a kiss like the Tamaraneans, the galactic super-race which his family staged many a raid on, succeeding almost every time. He was so at home with raiding, that it would probably be no problem to conquer..the entire planet. Maybe total war wouldn't be the best course. As the altitude dropped rapidly on the Altimeter, Reguthul T'Iural came up with an idea that would less likely end with his death.

He was going to become the greatest hero ever.

He removed the plug from the socket, and checked to see that his tools were in the correct places. The L.P.D., or landing point designator, was safely tucked into his pocket, and his three, cherished, promethium Battle Horns, were locked into a wall. He snapped them out of their holding nooks one by one, releasing one to let float as he went to the next. His Bio-magnetism was to thank for that, he was able to exchange each one with a martial art taught to him. Hiten.

A warning light flickered, and he stood, waiting for landing. The jet-engines hummed, and began to push under him, trying to reduce the impact speed. The matte , solid wall in front of him glowed and turned transparent. He was through the cloud cover, burning through the atmosphere.

3...
2..
1..

He stood as the pod made impact in the park. As the door jettisoned open, flying an odd meter or so, Reguthul stepped out into the sizable crater left by his entry. His three horns floating around him. The first thing that was necessary was language, so as he heard yelling from a ways away, he chose to turn, collect the horns into a bunch and suspend them behind his back (so it looked like they were hanging there), and walked straight towards the ruckus. There were two. A young male was it? perhaps this was, Oh...
This was earth.
Shit.
Maybe it was better that he hadn't brought the mech after all. he stepped up to join in the conversation with the boy, a girl, and that... thing

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Abaddon was sitting in his base. He was inside Slade's base. A bit redecorating was done though. It looked more formal now, but the flames where still there. There was a large smooth floor with Slade's logo on it. A long and steel stair way was connected to the floor and lead all the way to Abaddon's throne. The throne was black and had spikes on the back of it, making it look very wicked. The flames from the boilers where still behind him as he sat on the throne and he was surrounded by computer screens held by skinny robotic arms. Abaddon was looking through all the security cameras to Jump City, as he hid in the shadows sitting on his throne. He watched as the newcomers arrived to the battle field between that ape and the girl. He was also very curious by this 'ape' thing. Fore it looked very strong, yet not intelligent at ALL. No sign of it in him, he was not even able to speak English. Abaddon looked at the screen rubbing his hands together. "Hmm, new heroes. They seem worthy as foes, but that 'ape' seems much more worthy then a mere foe. An ally, that is what he will be. Yet, I still want some fun with him." Says Abaddon to himself as he smiles under the darkness of his hood. He then reveals a button on his throne and presses on it. Lights then start turning on five by five, revealing a small army of Slade-like robots. The robots are then seen on Abaddon's screen, scattering across Jump City. They are looking for one thing, the new heroes and that ape.

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A loud, guttural shout pulled Melanie from her worried, racing train of thought. The beast of a boy made sounds that, though at first sounded like nothing more than snarls and grunts, seemed to be a form of communication. Her mind racing to solve the puzzle, the translation she came up with moments later was:

“YOU WOLN”T BE ABLE EAT ME! I’M TOO STRONGRRRAH!”

He spoke?

He could communicate!

A smile lit up Melanie’s face just as a wide grin spread across his, growing as his eyes searched for her but failed to spot her from her concealed place. He roared again, beating his chest fiercely, which she translated as a challenge.

“CURM ON THEN!”

So she did. Cautiously stepping out from her hiding place and into his line of sight she looked him over, tensed in case he charged. ’Maybe I can talk to him,’ Melanie thought, golden eyes fixed on the boy who was glaring right back at her, cheeks still red. ’He attacks like a beast would, but his strategy and technique says otherwise.’ Her computer brain racing in place of her heart, ’If I can just get close enough without being attacked maybe I can communicate with him.’

Of course, before she got a chance there was another, less guttural voice. “Having fun without me, you two? I’m offended. I run around all night with no action, and here you two are, fighting to your heart’s content all without myself.” Melanie’s eyes found the source of the voice and identified it as a man. He was obviously a human, dark hair, tan skin and everything. His words made his cocky demeanor apparent as he scolded the two of them playfully. “Now, now, don’t fret. I’m a forgiving man, but maybe you could explain yourselves?”Melanie was quiet, not trusting herself to speak until she’d had a moment to think.

A moment was all it took for the human super-computer.

”Alright; I don’t know who or what he is but he thinks this is his territory and that I intend to eat him.” Melanie said, her voice carefully void of betraying emotions besides a distinct urgent tone. She paused after each time she referred to herself, clearly advising that this new comer leave before he got hurt. ”I need to get him away from here before someone gets hurt. He seems able to communicate, and since I can’t physically remove him, I might be able to talk to him.” Then, without another word she stepped forward she spread her arms in a gesture dismissing hostility, although she was notably standing a careful distance away before she took a deep (and unnecessary) breath.

”I do not want to hurt you!” Of course, Melanie felt very stupid shouting the simple phrase so slowly, but she didn’t know how good the tribal beast’s concept of understand was. ”I am Melanie. I come to protect the people here.” She hesitated a moment, then added, ”The small, two legs. People.” and made a gesture with her hand with two fingers walking. Though she was not blushing it was clear the exchange was making the girl feel awkward as this was very embarrassing, but especially degrading to her super-computer mentality.

So mortified was she that Melanie did not even notice the approach of
 some kind of robot? The power levels it was giving off was the reason it finally caught her attention. Trying to identify the mech, she was unable to and guessed by the intricate design it was not known to this world. Of course, this was her computer brain thinking. Her human thoughts were a little more like, ’What the flip is going on!? A beast? An alien? This sounds like the start of a bad joke...!’ Melanie always had a good sense of humor.

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One of the drones then notices Melanie and the ape. It then looks out to the distance of the city and makes a loud alarm sound that your phone will make. More of the drones then stop searching and enter the area with this specific drone. The entire squad was now up and looked at the ape and the newcomers. One of them noticed Melanie speaking in a different tongue.

Abaddon watched through the eyes of the drone and was searching for a match to the ape's tongue in order to communicate with it. He finally finds one, one of a frost troll of sorts. Abaddon then sends the info of this new tongue to the drones with a wireless connection of sorts. The squad then stand up stiff as a green light flashes in their eyes. The green light fades away and the drones get back in their position. They then split up and surround the area involving the heroes as they charge at each of them, ready to attack.

Abaddon watched as the drones charged. One of the drones threw a little bead of sorts towards the ape's head. It then lightly lands in the ape's ear, stuck in it. Abaddon then puts his hand inside his own hood and speaks to the ape with his new 'walkie talkie'. "Hello my friend, I understand that this 'creature' will attack you. So just fight it! Don't hold back with your strength and fight the others too." says Abaddon in the ape's tongue. He had to pause a bit after every word in order to find the translation on his super-computer.

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White eyed the golden eyed shape shifting bird as it finally came into his line of sight. They stared at each other for a few tense moments, each looking the other over. White tried to spot some sign of her invisible wings, his eyes daring across the two-walker's shoulders. Still, he couldn't seem to spot them despite his desperate searching. If only he could find the creatures wings and disable them, he knew he would have the upper hand. The longer he looked, he began to get irritated.

His anger growing, White was just about to charge the creature out of impatience, when his attention was grabbed by a rather soft, yet intricate stream of noises. He snapped his head in the direction of the noises to see a two-walker approaching slowly. White cocked his head to the side at the appearance of the two-walker. There was no fear in its eyes, it even looked rather relaxed as it approached.

Before White could figure out why the two-walker was approaching, he heard a similar soft stream of intricate noises coming from the flying creature. He snapped his attention back to the shape shiftier as it apparently called out to the approaching two-walker. This went on for a few seconds before the golden eyes turned back towards White. He stepped back as the creature spread its arms out to the side, though he quickly recognized this as a intimidation tactic. The bird-thing was making itself look bigger to try and scare him.

Then the golden eyed creature called out in a rather strange fashion, it was like it was trying to speak, but it was indecipherable by the young ogre. The creature continued talking as it made strange motions with it's hands. White squinted his eyes in confusion and suspicion. It looked like it was trying to be submissive in some way. It's demeanor had changed quite a lot from when they had been fighting earlier.

A snapping twig alerted White to the appearance of yet another two-walker. This one even looked quite weak and sickly. He started darting his head back and forth between the two two-walkers and the bird-thing. All this was starting to confuse him. None of it made sense. He grit his teeth. He didn't understand. Why weren't the two-walkers running from their predator the bird thing?

Then, in perhaps the most strange turn of events, a small little bug flew in White's ear. Then he heard a voice coming from it. As he dug in his ear it spoke in broken words. He could only understand a few of the words, but the intention was sort of clear. The voice was telling him to attack the bird creature and the two-walkers. Unable to dig out the bug, White shook his head and it dislodged.

Finally, White gave up in anger. Two-walkers unafraid of their predators? Talking bugs? It didn't matter. He would just take out the golden eyed bird-thing. In his annoyance and focus on the golden eyed girl, White failed to notice the charging drones.

"I'M THE KING OF THESE TWO-WALKERS! YOU CAN'T EAT THEM EITHER!" White yelled in his language as he rushed the bird-thing. His plan was tackle it to the ground and then he would have the advantage. Surely he was better at grappling than any kind bird creature!

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"Who died and made you king?" Rachel spoke out to the man-ape thing, sitting up on her bench that she had previously made a temporary bed of, and revealing herself from the shadows of the night, ignoring the circle of drones that have surrounded the small group of people.

She was already annoyed from all of the yelling, waking her from her slumber on the cold bench. Reaching for a quarter in one of her pockets, she stood up and started walking over in their direction.

"Anyways, beauties, can you just lower it so I can go back to sleep?"

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Earlier that day, Rachel had wandered through the park, just to pass time, as she didn't really have much to do aside from wandering from place to place within the confines of Jump City. R'hul had been annoying her with his usual "do this, do that, you should help that lady, you shouldn't do that" mumbo jumbo, and she was just trying to stay away from him mentally. Quite a hard feat to accomplish when two minds are sharing a single body.

She had heard reports about this man-ape thing, but had simply put the whole idea of it aside, and had simply went on with her usual activities list of doing things a normal person would do. But Rachel had guessed that she had fallen asleep on one of the park benches for some time before.

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Taking notes of these wierd people around her, she wanted to peacefully settle this before R'hul would go rambo-style and do more damage than what would be neccessary. Some young male in a black and yellow jacket and jeans, somewhere in his twenties perhaps. He looked familiar, but Rachel just wasn't able to put her finger on the idea of where she could have seen him before. Then there some frail kid that had one word to describe him - wierd...

And then there was the blond haired girl that was no taller than her. Not much told Rachel who-or what she was- so she had simply passed her eyes over to the man-ape thing that the others decided to circle around.

White hair... horns... scantily clad... this character was quite out of the ordinary, belonging in the mountainside and not in the city.

"Well, beauties, what's it going to be? Settle this elsewhere and let me go back to sleep, or do I need to bring out Big Nasty? And you really don't want him around."

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Well, it looked like the girl saw him. He stood right were he was, letting his translator analyze what was being said. It fixed itself onto what seemed to be a pre-historic language of earth. He realized what had happened. The translator had analyzed the beasts speech, and copied that instead. As the language started to write over all of his thoughts, he frantically searched for an option, then mortified, he found one. The old Tamaranean. Another girl awoke from a nearby bench, and sat up. She seemed to be a "better" source for him to extract knowledge from.

"Well, beauties, what's it going to be? Settle this elsewhere and let me go to sleep, or do I need to bring out Big Nasty? And you really don't want him around."

Well, there was always fun in challenge. He would make sure to yell heartily in a pirate fashion before dying. His translation module re-routed itself from its collar into his jaw, and he stepped forward. Walking up to her, he bent over, grabbed the back of her head, tilted his own, moved in,

And sealed whatever fate lied ahead of him. The buzzing of something being completely blocked out by his focus, and anticipation.

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Melanie was only half surprised when the tribal boy roared something along the lines of "I'M THE KING OF THESE TWO-WALKERS! YOU CAN'T EAT THEM EITHER!". But she was fully surprised as he charged her. It took a fraction of a second for her to register and react accordingly. As he lunged for her Melanie ducked to the side, barely slipping past his outstretched arms. Dodging him forced her to dive towards the ground but she pulled up short, narrowly avoiding crashing into the grass.

’Dang
’ she thought, her gold eyes locking on the gorilla guy, following his every movement, watching for the next attack, ’I cannot hold up this charade all night. I must fly lest he reach me, but I’m almost halfway through my battery life and it’s barely been an hour.’ The ape man, having missed his target, was quickly recuperating. ’I must find a way to subdue him long enough I can communicate with him. If I cannot find a compromise, I will have to find a solution and remove him from the city. But how?’ Melanie’s mind was racing for a solution when suddenly it struck her.

She really couldn’t do this on her own. Yes, she desperately wanted to, and she wanted to do it without drawing the attention of the people around. People she couldn’t allow to know what she was. Not so much a secret identity but what she was, and what she could do. In fact, that was probably the last thing she wanted! Fame and glory to her name meant eventually the media would discover what she was. Perhaps she was paranoid, but deep down she did not want anyone to know what she could do. What she was. Even who she was! No one was supposed to know anything!

But here she was in a situation she couldn’t win and there were others who’d stepped in for no apparent reason to help her out. If she were going to preserve her identity as well as her life, she’d need to take advantage of the situation. Quickly she turned towards the man who’d she’d informed of the situation moments ago. ”I don’t know who you are or why you’re here, but if you can help me I can’t handle this guy by myself.” Though this directly conflicted with Melanie’s sense of dignity, Meliore was strictly an actions-based-on-logic system and was taking over like she did whenever the situation became pressing. ”I think if we can subdue him I can communicate with him, but-“ her sentence was cut off by an infuriated roar and her body whipped around to face the enraged and only half dressed bohemoth.

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“Alright; I don’t know who or what he is but he thinks this is his territory and that I intend to eat him.”

Among many different responses, Sprouse was not really expecting such an answer from her. Evans just laughed a bit in response. “Eat him? Really?” Considering how the fight appeared to be going, Sprouse would believe it if it were the other way around but
.. “What else?”

“I need to get him away from here before someone gets hurt. He seems to be able to communicate, but since I can’t physically remove him, I might be able to talk to him.”

“You can try that but
..err
.” Sprouse was cut off as she took a step forward and struck an odd pose. To top the oddity off, she then started to speak slowly, which evoked a small smile from Sprouse, who was standing back to watch the whole affair. So far, this situation had probably been the most comedic out of anything he had been involved in in quite a while
.and he had only been there for five minutes! Less, even!

Evans was simply watching for a moment, but then noticed something odd about the girl in front of him. He couldn’t quite place it, but he ‘felt’ something about her that was not necessarily normal. But what was it? Almost felt like she had more electrical currents running through her than a person should, but that couldn’t be right. She probably had some form of machine enhancing her or something. Evans dismissed the feeling and concentrated on the the white-haired brute until
.

*CRASH*

Something that looked like a drop pod from a space movie had came from the sky. When a robotic-looking fellow stepped out of it, Sprouse assumed that that was in fact what it was. “Guess we’ve got a party star—“

Cut off by an attack by some form of drone, Evans retaliated via a small lightning bolt to the little bugger. While it did not take long for him to hit the thing, he missed seeing the drone shoot something into the brute’s ear. He would have probably not have understood why the brute was shouting in the first place, but because he was not speaking English, it was pointless to try to comprehend the screaming.

“Who died and made you king?” yet another person stated, coming out from the darkness of the night. It didn’t make sense to him at first, but he then realized that maybe she could understand Smashing. She was a young girl, who wore a green tanktop and for some reason, attracted Sprouse’s eye a bit more than the other girl. She continued. “Anyways, beauties, can you just lower it so I can go back to sleep?”

Sprouse smiled. Was this love? She seemed like a really cool person. Ignoring the obvious danger of the situation and speaking so nonchalantly
. Oh wait, maybe he was just a narcissist. She acted like him, a bit. Yeah, that was probably it. He couldn’t say he didn’t like himself, and things that remind him of himself. She continued after a delay, during which, Sprouse was checking her out. Not so much in a flirty sense, but just seeing if there was anything about her that her looks would give away. Aside from the quarter she was flipping, nothing. “Well, beauties, what’s it going to be? Settle this elsewhere and let me get back to sleep, or do I need to bring out Big Nasty? And you really don’t want him around.”

Sprouse smirked. “Well, I’m glad you can see perfection when it’s staring at you, but let us not digress. I believe this is a public park, and you’re just going to have to deal with us for the moment.” He explained, calm as ever. “Sorry, but it’s too nice out not to play
” and then the girl’s voice from before reached his ears before he could speak to Green any longer. “You need help?” he asked. “Well all you had to do is ask. I’m sure Macho Man over there would prefer playing rough with another boy, no? Question is; Conscious, or unconscious?” he asked simply, referring to what condition she wanted the brute in. “Oh, and I’m Sprouse. But you can call me Livewire, if you want.”

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KrĂłtos sat on the very top of the old Titans Tower, though someone had moved in not too long ago, KrĂłtos usually managed to keep himself unnoticed, silent and black against the night. Most of the systems in the tower were down for maintenance, though the Tower's tenant was slowly turning the systems back on. KrĂłtos sighed, soon he wouldn't be able to come back anymore. He wasn't sure the Tower's tenant would like him to visit without their permission. KrĂłtos felt a small twinge of disappointment. He actually really liked to come up there at night. He liked to imagine the way the light of the city might sparkle on the water in the bay. It was one of the few things he liked about the city that killed his family. KrĂłtos smiled, the rare expression of happiness hidden by his mask. He felt his problems slip away as he gazed at the filthy city, seeing absolute nothingness. Something about it was enchanting, it made no sense. How could such a disgusting den of thievery, murder, and madness, how could such darkness produce such dazzling light? KrĂłtos scowled and straightened up from his slouched sitting position. He stood, brushing himself off and scowling once more, his expression hidden by the mask. Quietly, he spoke to no one in particular, or so it seemed.

"It matters not anymore whether you are bright now, your darkness was revealed to me once. I will purge it. I will purge this corrupt city of both its law-keepers and law-breakers, only the innocent will survive. After that, they will have to grow strong." Slowly, KrĂłtos took off his mask, allowing the city a rare glimpse of his scarred face, his blind, milky eyes staring into the distance. "Did you hear me?" KrĂłtos asked, directing his voice at the camera behind him, he made sure he was turned away from it so his face would not be seen. "This is the last time I will visit your little tower as a neutral bystander. Now, I'm coming for you, little Titan. As a symbol of the City's corruption and dependence on useless heroes, you will be first." At that, KrĂłtos put his mask back on, making sure it was on completely before turning around and walking over to the camera. Slowly, KrĂłtos's masked face lowered down, level to the little camera. "Prepare yourself, little Titan. My name is KrĂłtos. Remember it. For what little time you have left will be haunted by it." He said before pulling the camera off of its little stand, disconnecting it from the Tower's power supply before crushing it in his gloved hand and dropping the pieces. At that, KrĂłtos stood fully and walked over to the edge of the tower, rubbing his hands together to remove any remnants of the camera from his gloves. He slowly looked over the edge, smirked beneath his mask, and let himself fall.

KrĂłtos felt the air rushing past him, the pure exhilaration of speed flowing through his whole body. As he dropped, he drug his hand along the side of the tower, each impact filling his body with power. When the force he'd absorbed from building was sufficient he flipped in mid air, performing a double full twist before planting his feet on the side of Titan's tower and pushing off, using all of the force from his previous impacts to rocket himself into the air, over the bay and into the city. Since he'd allowed the glass behind him to achieve a perfectly singularly elastic collision with his feet, it appeared he hadn't even touched the building. He allowed the force being exerted on the glass to be dissipated perfectly, without any damage to the glass after his feet were finished pushing off. The leftover energy converting into a massive CRACK. It was so loud it sounded like a sonic boom. The glass held against the pressure of the noise, and by the time it reached KrĂłtos, he was already halfway over the bay. The only trace he'd ever been there at all was the message he'd left to the Tower's tenant and the crushed camera.

KrĂłtos smiled under his mask, despite the filth that raced below him, there was nothing like flying. As gravity eventually grasped him, KrĂłtos flipped in the air, allowing his feet to touch the ground first. As he touched down, he dug his heels in, tearing up pavement and absorbing the force from his impact. While it wasn't his classiest landing, it filled him with crazy amounts of energy. KrĂłtos felt his ankles and knees complain, but it didn't matter, he was already bent down close to the earth and in the process of launching once again. Just as he felt himself slowing, KrĂłtos fired the muscles in his legs and blasted out of gravity's grip once more. KrĂłtos flew through the air, throwing his hand out and catching a nearby horizontal flagpole, spinning around it and filling his arms with energy from the countless impacts derived from the rotation. He pushed off, rocketing once more into the air, flipping once before diving back down onto the pole and using the energy he absorbed from the impact to fuel his next jump. Using the pole like a springboard, KrĂłtos rocketed over the city, not touching down until he managed to make it all the way over to his small apartment on the west side. KrĂłtos clambered into the window of his room, only taking off his mask once he'd drawn the curtains behind him.

KrĂłtos sighed, tiredly pulling off his suit and weapons. He folded them, and placed them down on the floor next to a box filled with small, explosive charges. KrĂłtos's first target was a local Justice of the Peace. He was a known receiver of bribes, a scoundrel, and a prime example of the scum infesting the city. He had written accounts, eyewitness accounts, and a recording he'd secured himself after acting as a member of a local gang. KrĂłtos had come to him, offering money as a reward for letting some filth back out into the streets. KrĂłtos had caught him mugging a civilian not five hours later and returned him back into jail. This "House of Justice", was the first of KrĂłtos's targets. It served two purposes, a lesson for the rot pervading the city, and bait for the Titan. Would they come to save a known corrupted Judge from his deserved fate? Or would they leave him to die? Either way, KrĂłtos's message would be heard by all. He looked forward to it. As soon as he'd finished preparing his weapons, suit, and masks, KrĂłtos went to sleep. He was tired, and would need his rest for his mission later this week.

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“Yawwwwnnnnn. Why do I do this again?” Aura asked herself. It was pretty late at night. She was lying on her back rather uncomfortably on the roof of a tall building. Rubbing her eyes, she gazed over the edge and down on the ground below. Squinting, she could see the park not too far away. It was a beautiful patch of green that brightened up the bleak, crime ridden city. She flipped onto her stomach, and did a ‘seal’ stretch, feeling her back crack sending a wave of relief up her spine. Sighing, she sat up and swung her legs over the side of the building. The cooling breath was a welcomed feeling, as is swayed her hair this way and that way. Letting out a deep breath from her mouth, she opened her eyes once more to watch the city. “Oh
 This
 Is
 Soooo
 BORING!” Aura exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air. “Why can’t something interesting happen every once in a while!” She grumbled to herself, crossing her arms indicating she was very annoyed. Not two seconds afterwards, a loud, ear splitting bellow ripped open the silence that was cloaking the city.

Letting out a small squeal, Aura jumped up and back, landing on her butt. “Geez
 I didn’t actually expect something to happen,” She smiled as she stood up and brushed off her spandex outfit. Many people would find it uncomfortable, but she had to wear leotards for gymnastics so this was a step up. It outlined her body shape, every curve and movement. Aura waited patiently for another sound, in hopes of following it. It wasn’t in any language she understood, and she spoke many. Another loud sound was sent through the city. “The park. Got it. Now
 how to get there
” She pondered on her few options. Looking left, she saw that the next roof top was a few stories down. “Let’s hope this works
” Aura mumbled as she momentarily took a step back, than sprinted towards the edge. Moving her hands in a swirling motion, a little cushion of air formed directly underneath her, and she went into her tuck and roll position.

Aura landed with a grunt, and rolled a few feet. “It worked!” She exclaimed happily as she leapt to her feet, but a bit too soon. Her legs suddenly felt like lead, and she dropped onto her knees. “Damn
 I’ve got to make sure I don’t over work myself
” She said in-between pants to regulate her breathing. After a few moments, she stood once more, and gazed across to the other roof. It was about the same level as the one she was currently on, maybe a few feet shorter. She took another running leap and landed this one a bit more gracefully, not have to tuck and roll.

A few building leaps later, she was located on the roof only across the street from the park. Looking over the edge, she realized just how tall this building was. She had underestimated. It was about ten stories high. “If I fail
 I’m dead. Lets do it!” Aura spoke to herself, getting ready before she started to think how stupid of an idea this was. “Its not flying, its falling with style!” She yelled as she ran full force at the edge.

Just before reaching the side, Aura jumped, pushing off as hard as she can with her legs. Completing a front flip, she allowed her body to spiral like a football. You could see a
 shell of sorts form around her. Her rate of decent was gradually lessened, until she was even with the ground. Her air bullet cocoon was flickering on and off. Aura stuck her hands out in front of her, her palms facing out. The mini-whirlwind slowed, until it just disappeared. Aura found herself, once again, in the tuck and roll position. She rolled quite a bit until she rammed into some trash cans with a loud clatter. Her spine straightened out, and she was lying flat on her back, the world spinning.

Letting out a loud groan, Aura sat up slowly, putting her hand on her head. “Ow
 never again
” She muttered. As far as she could tell, her head wasn’t bleeding, so that was good. Rolling each of her shoulders, she stood up, and glanced around. Good thing no one noticed
 Letting out a sigh of relief she stood up and looked at the park only across the street. I hope the beast that made that sound didn’t notice either
 Crouching down, she creeped across the street. The bushes made for good camouflage
 well it probably would have if she wasn’t wearing a bright blue and red spandex outfit. She just hoped that no one would be smart enough the see her. Poking her head out, she could see a man barely wearing anything, a girl with blonde hair, and two other guys, one of which who looked like he was twenty. Yet another girl spoke from where she was asleep on a bench. “What in the world is going on here
” She was completely dumb founded when some robots attacked them. Blinking, she pulled her head back into the bush, not noticing how much noise she made. Sitting in the bush, her legs were crossed, and she was deep in thought.

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The punch had connected like he had expected. Those Tamaraneans were into some crazy stuff. He had the strange feeling afterwards lingering. Like somebody had slipped a pill into his drink, but instead, he felt it in his jaw. That girl wasn't human, or at least, not completely. Those threats were pretty human though, but not very scary, now that he understood what they were all saying. His head snapped to the right as he finally noticed that absurd buzzing. They had some unexpected company in the form of... small buzzing things. He watched in confusion as his little lexicon threw a spoon at a drone, piercing it with an impressive light show.

"Sorry about that lass," He apologized, massaging his bruised cheek, "just wanted to get me bearings." He pulled a didge from behind him, turned, then slammed a drone down into the grass. It seemed that people were piling up, he made a head count just for a record he was probably never going to use, "Alright, we have the ape-thing, that girl who just flies, this guy, a bit to edgy for me tastes, and then of course," he turned to Rachel, that is, if she even knew her own name. "Me little Lexicon. I apologize again, but I can probably solve this problem."

He took out another didge, and held the third out behind him, ready for a bit of exchange action. A robot charged him, bearing down on him as his target merely walked towards the mechanical assailant. As the grotesque mech reeled back for a punch, he was met with a blow to the face. The head spun around, only to stop, staring straight down the long, promethium horn. Reguthul, or in the earthen translation, RĂ©nard, was holding onto it with two hands, leaving the other two to float behind him in an X-pattern.

His focus was a large, blast note. Short, loud, and bursting. The drone itself had no idea what he was in for, and was quickly shaken apart. Trees in the direction of the blast zone rustled loud enough for the rest of the drones to hear.

"WHO THINKS THEY CAN BEST ME? YE ARTIFICIAL DOGS!"

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White would have easily been dumbfounded by the sheer amount of action which was going on around him, had he not already given up on trying to understand any of it. Instead it was all just background noise to him as he focused on his opponent the golden eyed bird thing. Though, to his frustration, the creature was able to dodge his head on rush yet again. As he barreled past the doge he ran into some sort of metal beast, which surprisingly held it's ground to his inertia. Not to be bothered with the drone, he quickly grabbed one of its limbs with both arms and flung it in a random direction. Spinning and flailing about like a rag doll tossed by a child, the drone flew through the air towards a small, yet occupied bush.

By the time White had finished with the minor annoyance that was the metal drone, he snapped his head back and forth looking for the golden eyed bird. There were so many figures in the area however, it was taking longer for him to find what he was looking for than he would have liked. Becoming even more irritated, he let out a yell in frustration. Though just as he finished his ears picked up the same soft sound that had come from the bird thing earlier. As he looked in the direction from which it came, he finally spotted the bird, who was dangerously close to the two-walker that had been the first of many to show up recently.

White meant to yell for the creature to get away from his two-walker subject, but instead it came out as more of a primal roar. Though that did tend to happen sometimes with his race. Enraged at the idea of this extremely annoying creature might try and make prey of the two-walker like she had tried to fly off with White earlier, he rushed the golden eyed bird once again. Though this time he instinctively changed up his attack pattern.

As White drew close in the dead out sprint he rammed his heels into the earth, which tore up the ground, but succeeded in slowing him to a stop just as he reached the bird creature. Then he pulled back both arms as though he were going to strike each side of the golden eyed creature at once. This was merely a feint however, as instead of striking with his arms, he quickly cocked back his head then flung it forward with all the strength he could muster. If it connected, he was sure the beast would be stunned, as the well aimed headbutt would impact the golden eyed creature directly on the forehead.

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“Well all you had to do is ask. I’m sure Macho Man over there would prefer playing rough with another boy, no? Question is; Conscious, or unconscious?” The man asked, still maintaining his cocky tone of voice. “Oh, and I’m Sprouse. But you can call me Livewire, if you want.”

"Livewire huh? Interesting nickname." Melanie mused for a moment before replying, "Alright Livewire, conscious is preferable but-" Melanie never got to finish her sentence as she was startled by a bellow of rage coming from the ape man. She turned around to see him charging towards her but just before he ran into he his dug his heels into the ground and raised his arms. Melanie tensed to fly up and out of range again but suddenly, aided by his momentum, he pitched foreward and rammed his head against her chest.

Melanie went soaring, and not of her own will.

Skidding around the ground Melanie was stunned by the brutal impact. Mel's body had designed to take lots of damage and work fine but that much power in one hit had knocked something loose inside of her. Melanie didn't know what it was yet but she knew it wasn't good, and to take another smashing like that could do more damage than she could repair. This really wasn't good. As she opened her gold eyes again she saw something that truely surprised her.

Two robots stood over her, reaching for her, probably thinking to subdue her. 'Just what I need,' Melanie thought, a small smirk playing across her face, 'A little energy boost!' Grabbing the heads of the two droids who began to struggle, apparently surprised at how strong this 'human girl' was, but it did little good. Digging her fingers into their heads, through the metal and into the circits, Melanie quickly overpowered them. A moment later they stood motionless before Melanie let go and they collapsed. Her eyes were glowing, but only ever so slightly. She shruged slightly, then turned to face the beast, a little wiser than moments before.

These droids had been sent by someone they called Leader to attack her and anyone who got in the way. Additionally, they weere to bring the beast back to a location that had not yet been defined. As it turned out, he was some type of frost troll (what ever that was). It held little more information than this and it's plan of attack, but what it did having installed was a translator to the Frost Troll's native tongue. This was precisely what Melanie had needed.

Once again facing her enraged opponent she switched her speakers and opened her mouth, calling out in the Frost Troll's language (diction and dialect perfected, though it was rough on her mechanical voice).

"STOP! I DO NOT WANT TO FIGHT YOU!" Melanie shouted, her voice now sounding very similar to his, only with a slightly higher voice (she couldn't help she was a female). "I DO NOT WANT TO HURT YOU! I WANT TO HELP! STOP!"

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Character Portrait: Meliore Amura Hadaim Character Portrait: Sprouse Evans Character Portrait: Kage Character Portrait: White Greatmountain
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Kage balanced on side a building, watching the sun go down as it did. Amazing really. Though ignoring the fact that he was on a skyscraper- his shadows began to move.. The black silhouette of himself, danced away with a noticeable grin, eyeing his original. This seemed to tick him off, why?

"I'm not going to go.." The shadow seemed to exaggeratedly sighed, before flying off as far as he could, pointing at the direction of the tremor. It flailed its hands in the air as if it was saying 'Commme on, it's looks interesting!'

Giving his shadow a deadpanned look, he used his hand to slap his dark copy. "Fine." The mirror self cackle in success, before returning to where he rightfully belongs, kage's side. "Only this once.." Taking a step back, he flinged hjmself off the building before immediately, black smoke formed behind his back. The dark cloud swirled then right after it slowly solidified as set of wings.. A large set mind you, giving "perfect" logic to his flying abilities.
"..hm." He hovered over a group of people and saw quiet the movie scene. A girl grabbing droids heads before flinging them to ground- and look a scream of "no i don't want to fight"
"Typical"
now truthfully, however, he had an extreme interest ever since the beginning. It was different and worth-while. Maybe he should jump into the fray.. But first he had to watch the situation. Wouldn't be too smart to just jump in. Besides that wasent him, naive. He was street smart and first rule of thumb. LOOK and think.

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Character Portrait: Meliore Amura Hadaim Character Portrait: Sprouse Evans Character Portrait: White Greatmountain
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"Eh....?"

Melanie had begun to speak before being quite brutally cut off by the.... brute. Sprouse watched her small frame soar through the air and slam into the ground. Sprouse's eyebrow twitched in dissatisfaction of being interrupted while he was speaking to a beautiful lady, so he then turned to face the brute. Truthfully, he was worried about the girl, but he couldn't look like he was, right? After all, he was supposed be cool and cool people don't worry.

"You know, it's not nice to headbutt woman like that." he began, a charge starting in the palm of his right hand. He had his answer already. She wanted him conscious, so maybe he wouldn't use too much force on this beast, but that did not make it to where he could not give the young brute a few bruises or scratches. He couldn't hurt a woman and just get away with it, what would that show the children?

Ok, there weren't children watching but....

Ok, Sprouse was just feeling like hurting this man a bit, for justice and whatnot.

"Now, time to-"

"GRRRRRRUGHHHH OOO OOO AH AH AH!!!"

Again, that interspecies intercourse sound rang through the air from behind Sprouse, causing him to stop mid-sentence and turn to face the owner of the high-pitched brutish voice. It was Melanie, who was up and at 'em already. If anything, Sprouse should commend her on her resilience. Most people can't take hits like that, and she's at least taken three. "I don't think making erotic animal noises is going to help." he tried pointing out, unaware that she was actually speaking White's native tongue. But how could he? He couldn't read minds.

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Character Portrait: Aurora Kender Character Portrait: Meliore Amura Hadaim Character Portrait: The Railgun Character Portrait: Sprouse Evans Character Portrait: White Greatmountain
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Aura was minding her own business, just watching them from her little bush, when a large, metal robot was flying right at her. With a yelp, she leapt out of the bush just as the robot flattened the shrubbery. Once again, Aura found herself rolling on the ground, uncontrollably. Well, that is, until she hit a tree. She made a soft, "Oof!" sound as her body hit the tree full on.

Aura found herself in the weirdest position ever. She wasn't really sure how she got into the position in the first place. Her upper back was on the ground, and her butt and legs were up in the air, against the tree. It look her a minute to realize what just happened. "HOW DOES THIS EVEN HAPPEN?!" She yelled at herself, and squirmed backwards, so that she was lying flat on her back on the ground. Standing back up, grumbling, she shook her head to get dirt out of her hair. "That wasn't very nice!" She yelled, aiming it at the man beast thing, who had just headbutted the blonde chick. The headbutt should have at least given her a concussion, but she was perfectly fine. Now I know that there is something different about her... Now it seemed like blondie was trying to communicate, but Aura couldn't understand what she was saying. She stood there, blinking, wondering what the hell she should do.

(sorry its kind of short!)