Chemi was dutifully holding the umbrella over Emere’s head to keep her from getting wet, after the two of them made the smart decision to go out scavenging when they knew a storm was possible. Luckily, Emere had also brought her raincoat, but Chemi did not want to take chances.

She, on the other hand, was stood outside the umbrella range because it didn’t matter to her. Dripping wet and not a care in the world; she didn’t get cold and wouldn’t short circuit.

Spiralefes (or SpiraleFES, depending on who Six talked to or what he read) was a pretty nice way to unwind a little after the recent… events. And luckily for Six, Fibonacci Ward’s ‘Craft Punk’ event was just up his alley. He’d built the vacuum bot, he’d kludged together an RC car, and he’d burned some Dust buying one of the nicer toolkits that were on sale—to encourage budding roboticists, electricians, or mechanics to continue pursuing their dreams, or so the salesperson had said to Six.

However, Six was not using the toolkit to whip up a Super Toaster or a friend for the vacuum robot sitting in a paper bag next to him. Instead he was fiddling with his Plasma Defender, recently returned to him by the powers that be. While the weapon was as deadly as ever, it was just as finicky as he remembered it to be, which was why it was in a half-disassembled state while Six checked on some internal electronics. Surrounding him were the various bits and bobs that went into the weapon, as well as the contents of his deluxe toolkit.

There was an old city, on the outskirts of the main city, a ruin that could be seen even from their lowly perspective. It reminded them of that city at the bottom of the ocean, massive and telling a story that had long since ended. It called to them, and they thought nothing of it when their little boots hit the broken concrete.

It’s quiet, besides the cries of birds and what look like figures off in the distance, running off when they notice Webeta. With no one to interact with, they just wander forward, neck craning upwards at massive towers and scanning through empty, open buildings. Someone had gone to a lot of trouble to make all this, they think, once. This one isn’t filled with shadows of ghosts, at least, so they don’t feel like they’re constantly being watched.

The sense of an uneasy peace is seeped deep into the stone, they think as they hop up a flight of stairs in a destroyed building. They want a better view of what this might’ve once been, and this building looked like the most structurally sound, if you could consider such a building to be a structure, or sound.

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Battle Theme: later alligator

Battle intro: “Alright, you gotta tell me how all this tech works. I haven’t seen anything like this!”

Victory: “(huff) Great match! I-I’d love to go again.”

Defeat: “What the--was that a black hole?”

Assist: “Now, hang on, if I can add in magical artificing principles to one of your designs, I wonder if we can make something together...”

Taunt: “Wait, do that again, I wanna see if this’ll deflect it--”

Reacting to Taunt: “Yeah, alright, my aim’s a little off today.”

Tie: “Seems like an even match! This--this was great, thank you.”

Far more quickly than the Shielder did her legs move under Saber’s command; almost aggressive in comparison to the manner in which Mashu Kyrielite carried herself — admittedly in no small part due to the confusion of having entered into her body. And not she alone; she could feel within the girl’s body the presence of Galahad, uncertain of his feelings regarding the matter of sharing a form with one of his kings. Nevertheless, sighting the older iteration gave some cause for relief; she was optimistic that surely, between them, there would be means of establishing some strategy to tackle the current scenario. “Have you seen my form in the area? Saber’s, I mean— but not Alter”. oh dear, this wasn’t going well.

Okay, Jill was a bit tipsy, but she didn’t think she was tipsy enough to blink and suddenly see herself as the animate pink slime she saw crossing the street a bit ago. She blinked again. No, still the slime. And it felt very, very real, so it wasn’t a dream.

She even tried pinching herself to find out, realizing immediately after her slime hand got to her slime arm how fucking stupid an idea that was, get it together Jill.

So she did a complete 360 to head in the opposite direction of wherever this slime had been headed, to start going to her apartment which is where she was headed. The slime girl must be in her body, right?

Right. She caught up to her after not too long, it wasn’t that long ago they crossed paths. “Hey!”

Oh, that’s not her voice. That felt weird to hear. But they’ll recognize their own voice, she figured, so...