Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34100315-20180826180401/@comment-26892768-20180903005641

Gridon chuckles to himself a bit after seeing Ruby and Yang's reactions. Oh, if they saw Kiwami Arms...

Shaking his head, Gridon focuses back on the fight between Morphos and Bravo. After a moment of watching, his expression turns into a small frown - not that one could tell, due to his helmet. Bravo's clearly doing damage and keeping Morphos on the ropes, but every gash Bravo inflicts closes up before Bravo's next hit - clearly the work of the monster's healing factor. Gridon sighs. So far, they've managed to cause pain to Morphos, but, well...killing him was a lot less succesful thanks to that healing factor. It seems fruitless...

And that's when Gridon gets an idea.

"Micchy! Over here, while he's distracted!" Gridon gestures over to Ruby, Cinder, and Yang, before running over to them. Ryugen follows.

"I figured it out." Gridon starts explaining once he gets over there. "We've been going at this from the wrong angle. We don't need to kill him...not yet. We just need to knock him out!"

"Eh?" Ryugen looks at Gridon.

"In fact, it's even more useful now that Kouta's here - he can keep Morphos knocked out once we're done, and that should give us enough time to figure out how to overwhelm that healing factor." Gridon continues. "I don't think a knock on the head will do it, though. We'll need to overwhelm him with pain until he just can't take it anymore and falls unconscious."

"But what about his pain tolerance?" Ryugen asks.

"We just hit the areas where he's developed the least pain tolerance - which would be that tentacle he uses to copy abilities and the inside of his chest. Thankfully, we can expose both with a bit of bait...which will be me, of course." Gridon answers.

"Why you?" Ryugen questions.

"To him, I'll be the easiest prey." Gridon replies, before looking over at the women. "Now then...I know what Micchy can do, but I kinda need to know what you three can do before I can strategize, so, if you wouldn't mind, could you explain what you can do here?"

Gridon glances behind him, noting with slight fear that Morphos has generated a third arm - one that matches his original arm - which he promptly uses to sucker punch Bravo in the gut. "Preferably with a bit of urgency?"

Mack, with nothing else to do, makes his way through the holes.

Kaito lands several feet away from a slumped over Valeena. Kaito briefly looks over the Skull Sorceress.

Still breathing.

With a thought, Bravo changes his attire with a bright glow, switching to full body armor - a red and silver armor, with a yellow chestplate and shoulderpads that resemble the ends of a banana.

"Come on! Banana Arms! Knight o~f Spe~ar!"

"This is your end." Baron draws his weapon - a banana themed lance.

He walks towards Valeena slowly, before, much to his surprise, the witch gets up.

Valeena holds her hands up to the sky and lets out a loud screech. After a few moments of silence, there's a noticeable commotion. Baron looks to his side to find several dozen Wraiths, all aiming to murderize his ass.

Baron holds out his hand, ready to disentigrate them all...before thinking of the ones he told to follow.

...well, he doesn't want to steal all the glory.

With a wave of his hand, Baron creates three glowing blue orbs on the ground - ones that Black Knight should find familiar - before heading for Valeena, the latter getting ready to fight for her life.

Skeleton King snaps to attention. He sends out one command:

''Engage the organism. Use full force.''

That should buy some time.

Skeleton King looks over to Mandarin and the Enchantress. "Come. There's been a...development."

"What kind of development?" Mandarin asks, raising an eyebrow.

"A new and dangerous challenger has entered the playing field..." Skeleton King replies. He strikes the ground, and the chunk of it he's standing on floats into the air with a loud crack.

"Interesting..." The Enchantress hovers next to Skeleton King. She looks where Skeleton King is currently laying his gaze. "I can faintly feel a familiar presence there - someone I've touched with my power before. I will join you."

"Excellent." Skeleton King points his staff towards Malie City. "Then let's go."

And they head off.

"Oh! I, uh..." Max looks over both maps.

"Hmmmm...someone else who knows Hawaii is a thing here? Okay. I'm starting to rethink my opinion of this guy." Steel remarks.

Ms. Fortune snatches both maps, looking them both over. "Huh...I think I'll have my acquaintan-"

"I'm right here." Ms. Fortune yelps at the sound of Cerebella's voice, turning around to see the girl directly behind her. "Now, lemme just..."

She looks at both. "...the geography's closer, but...it's still off, and the name still isn't right."

"Wait, wait, wait...so, they've never heard of Alola before either...but they've also never heard of Hawaii? Okay, that's it! I'm coming out!" Steel cries.

"Wait, wha-" And then Steel comes out.

"I have several questions!" The Ultralink exclaims.

Both Ms. Fortune and Cerebella jump back, clearly shocked...and the latter reflexively grabs the Ultralink with her hat's massive hands.

"Oh...uh..." Cerebella chuckles nervously, silently hoping she didn't just kill him, when much to her relief, Steel pushes open the fist, dazed but otherwise unharmed.

"Trigger-happy much?" Steel remarks.

"Sorry." Cerebella apologizes to Steel, before looking at Max. "So...remote Parasite, huh?"

"Remote para-" Steel gets up in Cerebella's face. "I am not a parasite! And quite frankly, I'm offended that you would think so! I'm an Ultralink, thank you very much!"

"...what?" Ms. Fortune and Cerebella ask simultaneously.

Steel sighs. "Long story short, he's a living energy generator, and I'm the one who keeps that energy in check so that way he can do things like...interact with electronics without immediately shorting them out. And I happen to be powered by said energy, so yeah! Symbiotic relationship! But that is besides the point, because the thing is, we can all agree that we've never heard of Alola before, but whereas we know what Hawaii is, you two have never even heard of it! So what's the deal here?"

Meanwhile, at Ula'Ula Beach, three small visitors are just watching the match from behind a booth, trying not to be noticed.

One of them, a red-haired one, growls behind the booth, facepalming with a floating hand. "Great, just great!" We go here so that I can let off some steam, and now I can't because some guys are fighting there!"

"Can you keep it down?" Another, a blue-haired one, remarks, her eyes set squarely on Ravage. "I'm trying to watch this elegant death machine at work...such beauty...I might need to make a genuine ice sculpture for it."

The red-haired one glances at Ravage. "It's just a giant metal cat, Fran."

"Yes, yes it is. What's your point?" The blue-haired one - "Fran," or Francisca - asks.

"Don't start, you two." The last one, a yellow-haired one, sighs. "It's clear that coming here was a bust - Berge can't vent, and quite frankly, asking these fellows where we are sounds like a death wish. We should just leave before anyone notices-"

"What about the red guy?" The red-haired one - "Berge," or Flamberge - asks.

"What?" The yellow-haired one - Zan Partizanne - blinks.

"The red guy. Over there." Flamberge points to Optimus Prime. "He isn't occupied with any fight."

Zan Partizanne looks at Optimus Prime, musing a bit. He isn't occupied with a fight at the moment...

"And I see an opportunity to hit two birds with one stone!" Flamberge continues.

"Juh?" Zan slips into their native tongue for a moment, looking at Flamberge in confusion. "You don't mean..."

"Beating the information out of him? Oh yeah. That's exactly what I mean." Flamberge replies, readying her sword.

"Against a giant robot?" Zan gestures to Optimus Prime, emphasizing his size.

"Zan, I have magic. Who do you think will win - a talented fire mage with a few tricks up her sleeve and the determination to fight, or the ten-ton tin can?" Flamberge retorts.

"Well-"

"Berge, I hardly think that's the most efficient way to get the information we need." Francisca remarks, interrupting Zan.

"Wait...go on..." Flamberge would've exploded at anyone else for knocking her idea down, but...this is Francisca. Flamberge's strong affection and protectiveness of her due to being Fran's older sister is kicking in.

"Well, if we know one thing, it's that the inhabitants of this planet think we're...'cute.'" Francisca states. "Clearly, it's why were mistaken for Poke-"

"Don't remind me." Flamberge growls, anger flashing at the memory.

"...as I was saying, what I think we should do is play up to those expectations. Have one of us go up to him, do their best to be cute and adorable, and see if we can't make him tell us everything we know." Francisca continues.

"Wait, seriously? Come on, Fran, that's boring! Can we do it my way? Please?" Flamberge begs.

"Hmmmm...we could...but it'd be really convenient to do it my way..." Francisca remarks, walking close to Flamberge. "And if I could get close to that elegant machine, it would make me really happy..."

"I..." Flamberge trails off, growling in frustration for a moment, before sighing. "Fine. We'll do it your way."

Francisca is pleased.

"Well, now that our plan is established...I assume Francisca will be the one going up?" Zan asks.

"Yeah. I mean, really, I think she can pull off the look better than either of us." Flamberge remarks.

"I suppose my smooth hairstyle and complexion makes me look more comfortable to approach..." Francisca remarks, before turning to head for Optimus. "Wish me luck."

And then she's off. As soon as she gets into view, she changes her casual floating into something faster, a bit shakier - a timid sort of floating. She does her best to look wide-eyed and scared, briefly looking in the direction of the fighting before squeaking and dashing behind Optimus Prime. Then she looks up, acting as if getting next to the Autobot wasn't her intention the entire time.

"Oh! I..." Francisca trails off, having made her voice higher to emphasize the "cute" act, before looking at the Autobot. "E-excuse me, mister red robot...I was trying to find some friendly people, but instead I found all these nasty people fighting and fighting and...y-you're not fighting, though, so...please, mister red robot, can you tell me where I am? I just...I just want to go home..."

Francisca is just channeling a certain pink puffball through her eyes and praying to Void Termina that this lug is just as sentimental as the other beings on this planet.

And as Francisca does her act, Flamberge and Zan Partizanne watch.

"...if he hurts her, my sword is going where the sun doesn't shine." Flamberge mutters under her breath.

Zan looks at Flamberge. "He's a robot. He doesn't have that place."

"He will if he hurts Fran." Flamberge replies.