Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28920015-20171105043001/@comment-26892768-20171105195937

(Hum dee dum dee dum characters)

The black vehicle slows to a halt, and Shotaro and Philip get out, examining the cocoons.

"This is bad," Philip notes. "This is really bad..."

Elsewhere, a thing made of acid works furiously in his lab.

Ha. They think they won, just because they'd managed to escape from him. But he'd already gotten what he wanted...and now he's working with it to the best of his ability.

Meltdown looks at his prize. A dead piece of flesh, siezed when he'd cut Nimona in half so that she'd regenerate and provide him with the sample he needed. Cut off in the middle of regenerating, and the girl couldn't try to use it to destroy him - the electric shocks he'd used on the flesh when she'd tried stopped her.

So now he has what he wanted. And he's happy. Soon, there will be human transformers...

Another patron sits in the bar - a man in a fine suit with hair so oversaturated with gel it shines like steel and cold, calculating, purple eyes. Or so it appears, anyway.

'None of these patrons seem particularly interesting thus far...' The disguised Zakaku notes.