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(( I swear, if Mark's into being a traitor aswell now I am so badly gonna McFly ~_~ ))

Tika and Machina began to walk along the drive toward the mansion. Tika had smiled politely as Mark left, filing a mental note to have a conversation with Mark, since he never really had before.

[Inside Tika's head]
A whirlwind of mental notes, each as indistinguishable as the last, flys around in a maelstrom of crudely written

Tika slapped Machina on the back, grin alighting his features as that familiar little twinkle in his eyes suggested he was plotting something.
"Yo, Machina. I want you to go find the chick with the red hair. She's about to start training, and I want you to show her your powers. I have other business to attend to."

Machina gave a small nod. He was slightly puzzled by Tika's request, but shrugged it off as his way of getting some alone time.

Tika was already conversing with the Ocarina. The ship was explaining that it had already filled out his request, and as Tika made it around to the rear lawns he was already met with a sight he truly loved.

The grey mass that writhed on the grass had the same slick-wet consoistency and self-referential motion, as a million microscopic pairs of hands washing themselves and each other. The shape it employed at the moment was a sphere, it's surface a bed of seething activity over a metre across. It moved very slowly, the movement not unlike a helium-filled balloon as it slowly rolled across the lawn away from the ship.

"Impressive. What are the parameters?" Tika asked, eyes intently focused on the ball of tiny machines that could self-repplicate, were almost indestructible, could assume almost any shape or device.

The response was curt, smug. "I lost count of just how many there are, I believe it's around one hundred billion to the core. They, or it, can form any shape, and create almost any device. Larger objects result in more hollow structures, obviously. They have no direct programming, but a loose reaction to offencive means used by others. They will analyse a threat and shape an effective counter-attack within minutes. Do you want detailed specifications?"

He shook his head, eyes finally flitting away from the sphere. "No, that won't be necessary. I want them on the front lawns, pronto. Let them roll around in that form, pique people's interest, then we'll show them what we have."
Tika began to move away from the cluster and the ship, on his own way arond to the front of the mansion. He proceeded into the garage to retrieve some weapons, and a little speciality...

Maelthra returned, without his prized Camaro. Nobody would probably onte the change yet, and He hoped nobody would care.

He swung the white Buick sedan into the garage, and retreated to his room. He had a breifcase and his M4, and walked through the house to his room, not talking to anyone.

*The scent of another person nearby wafted over to Crim's nose, but she paid it no heed, simply brushing it off as an annoyance and resumed utmost concentration on her training.

After a while, she began humming while she attacked her imaginary opponent, obviously working on breath control from the way she moved and how she used her diaphram with each slash, punch, and kick to the air.*

Dev, continued with his work, grabbing hold of a small pistol like object. Cocking it he started down the hall, passing by Tika and Machina. Stepping outside he held his breath as he looked for a target.

Dev, grasped the pistol, searching for a viable target, finding a tree he took aim, before squezzing the trigger.

*Had the being not attacked her, Crim would've simply remained in a defensive position and simply attempted to ask a few questions. But seeing as how that didn't quite go that way, Crim flattened herself closer to the ground, back flexibility coming in handy, as she figured that a right hook going downwards would be far too awkward a manuever in the being's current position to be serious. Obviously, it was a fake move and Crim prepared herself for an attack coming from the being's legs, seeing as how she was already close to the ground.

Her sais, having been already in a defensive position, simply blocked the first kick aimed at her stomach, and practically laid on her stomach, propping herself up with her arms, as she quickly extended a leg in an attempt to knock the being from it's feet, or rather, foot, seeing as how it attempted a roundhouse.

With a faint growl, Crim continued trying to measure her opponent. Apparently, this thing wasn't real. It had no scent. Her mind quickly darted to the memory of her catching an unfamiliar scent only moments before, and she hurridly tried to scan the area out of the corner of her eye*

Ordinarily he would have cast a telepathic barrier around himself, allowing the individual watching to see only what they thought was there, a blank wall, blank door. Whatever Machina was standing by at the time.
Instead, he allowed Crim to see him, as they were, in effect, friends.

The void disappeared after being kocked down by Crim's sweep, the rush of air audible as it resumed the empty space. Machina gave Crim a small tip of his head as he noted her eyes straining to see him.

"Sorry about that. I rarely fight with my own body. I was told to come help you train." He had since began to approach the girl. Upon coming closer he would stand almost a foot taller than her, his blond hair the same length as her own red hair.
He was estimated to be in his late thirties, though had never told ayone anything about himself, and his innate telepathic abilities, incredibly powerful, restricted anyone from delving into his mind.