Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26892768-20180911005615/@comment-26892768-20180912194759

Jinmay whips around at the sound of laughter...and doesn't see anything.

Most people would dismiss it as nothing and continue - albeit on edge.

Jinmay is not most people.

With a thought, her skin turns to chrome, revealing the interlocking segments that make up her arms. Her hair stiffens, and the whites of her eyes gain a green tint.

This is, in fact, her true form - Jinmay's a robot. A robot with plenty of features, including a scanner for biological life in the area. There's probably some sort of invisible monster roaming around - that's her guess, anyway. Won't fool her scanners.

She turns on her bio-scanner, her eyes glowing a bright pink as she does so.

Meanwhile, an odd creature walks through the woods. It's somewhat reptillian, and it's torso is blue with light purple stripes running down the neck and tail, but the arms and legs are green, and it has a small red shell with black spots on it's back, which serve the purpose of hiding the creature's ladybug-like wings. Finally, it's muzzle is completely orange, it has yellow face markings, and what appear to be red whiskers on each side of it's face. Really, it's hard to tell what kind of animal it is...

Not that most would know that, of course. It's body has a natural magic that causes anyone who looks at it (save for those who are inclined to see the supernatural, robots, and supernatural beings) to see it as whatever kind of animal they'd think would be normal - albeit one with a very odd color scheme. And one that can talk.

In fact, it's best to start calling it "he," now. After all, this creature is very much sapient, and has a name, too. The name in question? Alebrije.

"So...stuck on an island in the middle of nowhere with no way out. Can't even smell a portal from Yggdrasil anywhere..." Alebrije sighs, before grinning. "Well, best to look on the bright side! At least my friends aren't stranded here with me...even if...that would give me someone to talk to..."

He sighs again. "I need to find a different bright side."

And with that, Alebrije continues to walk...and then he notices something ahead.

"What the..." He blinks in confusion as he watches what appears to be a brain in a jar wearing a top hat skuttle by on metal legs. However, it seems that said jar heard him, as it turns around, revealing a single blue eye and what appears to be some sort of mechanical scope.

"Oh, don't tell me you've never-" The voice coming from the jar trails off as it looks over Alebrije's form. "...is that...a robot monkey? And in so many colors, too!"

Alebrije stares at the odd...man, for lack of a better word. "What."

"And to top it all off, there's no inconvenient troubling past with myself to cloud judgement, and, for the time being, it will serve perfectly well as a replacement for my destroyed body! What a great, find Scrapperton, well done! Oh, thank you, Scrapperton, you're too kind! Tick tock!" The brain - Scrapperton, apparently - rambles to himself, before looking at Alebrije. "Now, could you...stand still for a moment? I...want to give you a head massage! Yes...tick tock..."

"Uh huh." Alebrije nods slowly as Scrapperton approaches. "A head massage sounds nice...but you know what would be even better?"

Scrapperton stops, looking at Alebrije quizically. "What?"

"A ''foot massage!" ''And before Scrapperton can react, Alebrije punts him, sending him flying over the treeline.

Alebrije chuckles. "Heh heh...a foot massage. Classic. I bet Teodora would...and I'm sad again."

Meanwhile, Scrapperton crashes into the ground elsewhere. Cursing to himself, he unfolds a pair of mechanical wings from his top hat and uses them to right himself.

"Well, that was awfully..." And then Scrapperton trails off, looking up. Because the thing is, he landed behind the Last. And one of them in particular is catching his eye.

"Hello there..." Scrapperton mutters to himself, looking up Ultron 2.0.

It's perfect.

"Well, I'm not a zoologist myself, so I can't say...but who knows! All I know is that together, we'll-" And then Plague Knight cuts himself off as he hears soft footsteps. He raises an eyebrow - not that one can tell under his mask - and looks beyond the trees. If he listens close...

"Hello? Is anyone here?" A feminine voice asks in the distance.

Curious about who this could be, Plague Knight heads for the trees, briefly gesturing for Reize to follow before continuing and stopping at the first tree he sees, looking out at the person who's calling.

She's a young woman with light blue hair, pointed ears, and odd facial markings. She's also in a white and black suit with various pink markings.

"Anyone at all?" The woman, known as Allura, asks. "I am a paladin of Voltron, and my ship is in need of repair! Is anyone here?"

Plague Knight is...completely disinterested. She needs mechanical help? Not his problem - he's an alchemist, not a mechanic. And he's certainly never heard of these paladins of Voltron, either.

Plague Knight turns around, ready to head back to the clearing to begin the hunt.