Click-click-whirr.

[Fade]

Fade looked at the bird-robot, she recognised the voice as the one she'd heard off in the distance threatening the Guardian, then attempting to make friends with him. It looked as though the ploy had worked, as they were walking together. Then, the winged lion carrying some sort of zombie girl came down and introduced himself as Obed, and her as SFOT.

"I do not tend to use swords as weapons, except one, and that is not it" she said simply to the bird robot creature before turning her attention to the 'new' new arrivals.

"Greetings, Obed and SFOT. I am Fade. I have not seen the detached leg you are looking for, I simply wish to find out what is going on. This man " here she pointed to Caps "believes that whoever the attacker is was trying to make a point, though what it is eludes me. Unless the point was that security here is inadequate enough to allow this to happen. Perhaps either of you can provide more information?"

[Somefreakoverthere]

"I can see no reason to blow up stuff. Mind you, I fell out a portal about three seconds before the bomb so I have little to nothing to judge on." She paused after adding that. "Why would they choose this method to make a point? Terrorism leads to little other than more terrorism. Spray-painting it everywhere on the other hand, sometimes works."

Things made little sence. The lack of a limb made her feel a little out of sync with the word but some stuff she was trying to figure out fast. Like what she'd actuly do if she had lost her leg for good.

[Cirrial]

501 tugs at the sword in his hand as it suddenly seems to want to jump out. "Wait! Excuse me a second, folks-"

It slips out of his hand and towards Cloud.

"Ah, so, I see you feel quite attached to it. Well, I returned your sword" and you stole it from me with some kind of voodoo juju force power "and I'd be pretty grateful if you could tell me who's in charge around here. I need access to a warp portal."

He looks across the whole gathered group. "That request was directed to all of you, by the way. Warp portal? Anyone? Preferably capable of traversing universes." Please please please, don't any of you disappoint me now dammit...

[Danikat]

Danikat was suprised to see so many new arrivals all at once, but glad that everyone seemed to be in one place now, or at least everyone interested in finding out who did this.

She smiled at Obed's greeting. "I do believe we have met but it was brief and I seem to recall it being a rather hectic time. But my armadillos certinally remember you and are grateful you choose not to eat them."

She might have been about to say more but 501's question distracted her. "The person in charge around here would be DP, the man...men in that tent over there," she pointed. "He's the ruler of Psychotopia, and they also happen to be some of the most prolific users of warp technology around here."

((Is DP still part of this? If not then that won't be much help, but his character is still here so thats what Danikat would say.))

When she finished she noticed there seemed to be a slight lull in the conversation and decided it might be a good time to get back to the matter at hand. "So, since we're all here I think it might be a good idea to share what we know. My armadillo's have been able to conclude that if the bomb was planted not long before going off then the person responsible has not yet left the square. Either they're dead, hiding somewhere, or....here amongst us." She didn't like this last option. "Of course its possible that they escaped by an unknown method. If they planted the bomb sometime before today then...well, then I have nothing. Anyone else got any leads?....And what in the name of all the gods is that infernal clicking sound?!"

[Somefreakoverthere]

"I've only heard that ticking noise a few seconds, and it's already getting on my nerves." Sfot's ear flicked slightly as she picked up on the ticking sound.

"And the bomber isn't me. Trust me, I'd know if it was. Plus, I haven't got a clue how they made or planted it, or where they would of hidden it. But if we figure out where it was planted, we might find something there to give us a hint. Thats pretty much all I've come up with."

She really, really wished she had her leg back so she didn't have to just get a lift with Obed. Depending on others was something she didn't like doing often.

[Lexington_Mouto]

He spotted the group, through the binoculars. He scanned the group; their faces, their clothing, their weapons. All the while the info was being sent to his computerized sunglasses, which then was being sent to the HQ. " Yo, Blake any info on these people?", he asked into the intercom that was attached to the stud earring on his left ear. "No not really, except for one her name is Lilic Aerith KanKaren, a wanted criminal; she's wanted for attepempted murder over 4 ish times and a whole bunch of other crimes. If I can get any more info for ya I'll let you know, Jaded Beaver over and out" he said as he cut of the transmission. "Well that was mighty helpful. I came to investigate this explosion, but so far I found just a bunch of body parts and a random group of survivers." He sighed heavily as he scouted the landscape through the dust and debris. He stepped over someone's leg, another person's arm, and at least 12 different torsos. "I've seen worse" he said as he wiped some blood from his glasses. He scanned the horizon for vehicles or buildings, but the bomb had distroyed almost all evidence of human life. "Well, sucks to be these people" he said. He made his way down the cliff, the rocks and gravel crunched under his boots. He sat on a large boulder and tried to get his barings. "I'm 34 degrees due west south west" he said. "Hmmm, what is the name of this pile of rubble that was once a city?" he thought.

[Cirrial]

501 takes in the information Danikat says. "A guy in that tent, eh?" Damn, I already walked away from there once. And he's the ruler of this city? He's probably already got his hands full with either remaining the ruler or tending to his citizens, and I don't have time to wait for reconstruction.

"Any other means of warp? Any other representatives I could speak to? Any public portals that survived the blast?"

I could really, really use a deus ex machina right about now. Badly. Argh, this ticking... I need to get that checked. Wait, that's not me...

"Also, could someone fix their pocket watch or whatever it is? Or maybe smash it? I'm trying to think here."

[Lexington_Mouto]

[Danikat]

((Lexington you might want to check the first post of this thread. It clearly states that the bomb didn't damage anything at all outside of the square itself so the rest of the city is still there, and last time I checked there are no cliffs in Psychotopia.))

[Shine]

((What she said, Lexington_Mouto, but welcome and in case no one else has said the traditional greeting to you yet-
"Leave your sanity in the skull shaped basket by the door, and have fun" ))

Whiteoak responds to Lilic: "No! I don't want to pat you down, (eeeoou, you never know WHAT you find on some people around here.) but right now I'm a bit suspicious of anyone I don't know. I'm a regular around here, I have a friend who owns a shop nearby, and I've never seen you before, and about the time you arrive, KaBoom!!, so why should I just trust you because you say your a good person. I'll bet the bomber, accepting for the moment that thats maybe NOT you, even the bomber would tell me they were not the bomber, thats just the nature of some people.

so, it's not you?

really?

Well, I think I'm going over to my friend, he's with that group over there, he's the black furry guy with the dreadlocks.

You can do as you would like...."

Whiteoak starts out of the tent area, but pauses, and looks back

"?You coming?"

He continues on

[rosebarks]

Lilic smiled as she nodded following him. "I wouldn't kill innocent people, I am a simple wanderer, nothing more or less but if you want to suspect me then go ahead." She said smiling

~It's not like others haven't tried to kill me because of the fake bounty my brothers put on me some time ago.~ Lilic thought as she sighed.

She followed Whiteoak as she looked around the area. This place was so unique and different than most.

[Fade]

"You might be able to purchase a Portal"

The blue clad assassin said the bird creature, intentionally unhelpful since she didn't really trust him after what she'd heard earlier. To the mutants cold mind this would be nigh impossible as pretty much everyone would be running around trying to help or find out information like this group was.

Since Fade thought that both Cloud and Danikats mutual thoughts were far better suited for the situation at hand, however, so she answered in her typical emotionless voice.

"I was here attending to my shop on the outskirts of the city just before the bomb went off, and I heard that clicking sound before it did. I did not take it to be significant, it has been happening for a while"

The mutant gave, and would give if asked, any specifics on things she thought the group would need to know, so ended it there.

[Shine]

Obed looked over at the mechanical bird and said:

"If you can't get a warp portal through DP over there, the Drazilm used a kind of warp technology and they can go to different planets. They live in the Southern Frontier and farm big beasts for their energy, or something. You could travel there and talk to them."

After saying that, he mentally began the preparations for a modified "Plague of Flies" ((that will be explained later, but, to post it, he'd begun the work.))

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General Ecclesiasties Sanders (retired) formerly of the Angelic Special Forces, transfers control of the "bugs" to his hand-held device, and prepares to leave the control room at Obed's Coffee Shoppe, (much of which he has also turned the controls over to the device as well.) He pulls on his robes, they are a coarse woven gray cloth made of the same carbon polymer resin composite cloth as Whiteoak's robes but without the armor. He pulls up the hood, and goes downstairs and out onto the street. He is headed for the square. He is a moderately tall man, gray hair and beard, (neatly trimmed.)
Some of you may have seen him around the Training Dojo as he is the groundskeeper and also in charge of the indoor gardens and potted plants and trees in the lobby area there.

His thinking is somewhat distracted by the massive amounts of pain in the area. He is a very sensitive man that way.

[Cirrial]

501 nods. For him and him alone, time seems to stop, and he stares vacantly.

While receiving stimuli from the outside world, his mind works at the same speed as most sophonts of the Floating Arm. While alive, he was fairly intelligient, sure, but he wasn't exactly able to calculate differential equations in a few minutes.

With the aid of several CPUs shoved almost haphazardly in his head, however, he could, providing he was free of any distractions. Being mechanical means little aches and pains and feelings of hunger or slight illness will never serve to get in the way of this momentary trance, his train of thought running without the need for such clumsy actions as speech.

He hears himself and sees himself think the words "access mapmaker cache". In an ocean of dark blue, white words drift into existance, first unintelligibly, then perfectly. Phrases follow which make no sense to him, yet make perfect sense simultaneously, seeing concepts instead of words.

"corvianOS mapmaker cache accessed"
"mapscanner location transferal to conscious memory access"
"antigravity flight ventral nodes activated"

If he had eyelids, they would snap open. He cranes his neck to the sky, a fleeting mental image of his intended destination, calculated from his earlier flight.

So, if it's the Southern Frontier, it's bound to be south, and so based on internal compass...

He shouts to Obed, despite being on the ground and quite close to him. "Thanks!"

With that, there is a loud bang, whirr, rumble and whine accompanied by another blue flash as earlier, and 501 flies into the air, heading towards the somewhat vague direction of the Southern Frontier.

[Tokugawa II]

~Hmm, whats the area of damage, yes it destroyed the square, but how far did the debris go?~ Tokugawa thought, taking a tattered scrap of wood and his dagger, scratching the characters in Kanji for "Dojopolis before implosion" roughly. He waved his hand over the scrap of wood, which made a blue glow and deepened the mark. In his mind progressed a green-and-black foundation, and then over it, a wisp of blue aura. In his mind, was the whole Dojopolis. Then, taking another scrap of wood, he inscribed "Dojopolis Town Square after implosion" roughly, waved his hand over it, and waited. The symbols glowed yet again, and in his mind showed him a green smoke around the circumference of damage. ~In order to travel across the square quickly with minimal damage; I have to...become a ninja!~ Tokugawa unfurled his parchment of spells, and selected the one to become a ninja. Suddenly, a puff of smoke came where he was standing. When it cleared stood a Japanese man, a bandana around his mouth and nose, tied on the back. A headband under his brow, and a robe of black-and-blue rags tied in two layers with lacings at the patella, wrists, pelvis, ankle, elbow, and armpit. His red ninja sandals wavered as he swayed, side-to-side. The two katana, in their sheathes, on his back, waited to be drawn.

He locked his eyes on a sculpture that exploded, specifically the charred foot, and he blurred over hastily, in front of the sculpture. Oddly, the floor CREAKED. He jumped back a step and knelt down. He scanned the ground for a loose platform of wood, but instead, acquired a bunch of brambles, leaves, and planks of cracked wood. He kicked them aside, and knelt one more. Brushing aside the dirt, he found a HOLE in the ground. "Interesting, so THIS is where they hid the bomb, and detonated it." The walls were corroded, and he could see, sludge and dirt was covering the floor, and on the side, were cairns of rocks. So he leapt down onto a dry patch of bricks and looked around him. Piles of sludge and cairns.

He saw another little "island" of bricks, so he leapt onto that. It was connected to a long pathway, and parallel to it were sidewalks of cobblestone. Tokugawa drew his throwing knife, a long blade with a rag attached to it. He aimed, and fired; cracking a mediocre fissure in the cairn. But it ended with a pile of stone rubble. So he ran back, and nearly slipped on a marking in the wall, which pooled sewage over the years. "Aqueduct A12, Dojopolis Square." "Last time someone set a bomb was 800 Earth Years ago in a European place called Rome, the bomb defused in seconds and the criminal was executed." He muttered to himself as he clambered out of the storm drain.