The late afternoon sun hung over the capital of Guardia, bathing the city in its warmth. A couple of hours remained until dusk, so citizens could be seen out and about tending to their daily activities. Next to the fountain sat a can of Old Spice 'Danger Zone' body spray. The can is weathered and has clearly seen some adventures in its time. Three particular dents can be seen on its surface, no doubt indicating experiences that it has been through.

Lenai lies on one of the many benches surrounding the fountain, purring as she takes a long-needed nap. She crosses one leg over the other, her mechanical boots making a clang as they hit each other. She doesn't move, and only breaths in and out, taking up much more of the bench than need be.

Lancaster skips around the fountain while sporting an irritated look. He takes care to not kick the can. "Legs, legs, accursed legs!" he shouts.

Nocte enters the fountain area, his cane hitting thr ground beneath him as he walks. He stares at the sun and smiles, happy to see that people are around. Well, people, and humans, but he could enjoy his afternoon anyway. As he looks around, he rubs a bit of his dinner out of his teeth. If you looked closely, it seemed to be a rather raw bit of meat. Perhaps the old man enjoyed his food... rare.

Hastur sits at the fountain, studying a large black Tome, when he looks up at the Reploid. "Having a bit of trouble with your legs, sir? Something wrong the the coding?"

Mekis entered the center of Truce feeling highly victorious. Astride his trusty steed, Esteban, he went a lap about the fountain before dismounting. He sighed out of joy. Mekis notices the sound of a cane clacking on the stone. The man wielding it seemed odd. "Who are you, aged man?"

Demonicor strides in from the west, a broad smile on his face as he approaches the fountain for his semi-weekly reprieve, appering to have had a good few weeks nonetheless.

The M85 walks in from the western road leading to the marketplace cerrying several metal plates. Helios hovers in after it, checking off something on a clipboard. "That looks like the last of the necessary materials for the new production line. We should be able to begin producing the units tomorrow." The Large mechon nodded and adjusted it's grip on the plates.

Reila walks in holding a bag of assorted groceries. A face of irritation at the weight of her bags was quite apparent as she sets them down on a nearby bench. She stretches with her arms raised high over her head and her back arched until she worked out her own knot in her back.

The can of Old Spice Danger Zone emits an alluring scent, one of power and of caution. Such a smell would surely draw those seeking the power to combat smelly armpits in an everlasting war of stink VS freshness. The sun's light bounces off of its red surface, creating a glare over the picture of a white boat sailing into uncertain fates.

"Ahh, hello there, Moogle," Nocte replied. He had learned many of the different races here, and tried to pinpoint those he would find useful as allies. Moogles fell short on his list, but their intelegence made him show enough respect to carry on a decent conversation. "I am Nocte Monstrum. And who might you be, or shall 'Moogle' be enough?"'

Lancaster nods. "Pretty sure that's it. All the hardware errors result in horrible grinding noises. Of course, I don't go mucking around in my code to look. That could be disastrous."

Lenai blinks and sits up, her purring ceasing as she awakens, her pink hair in a floofy mess atop her head. She leans down and begins to stretch like a cat, her hips up with her arms out. She plops herself down in a sitting position, and looks over at the other benches, noticing a girl with her jimmies rather rustled by a mean old set of bags. "Hey, you, with the... Nya... Bags of junk, what's the problem?" she calls out, tilting her head, "You look a little too angry, were they making fun of you? Wait, no, bags can't talk..."

Hastur nods at Lancaster. "Understandable. I would offer to help, but I only know basics. Not sure I would help." He then returns to studying his book, flipping a page and quiestly murmuring to himself. He raises his left hand, and small balls of light, one green, one red, and one blue, orbitting a larger purple one, appear above his hand.

"No, no it is not. I am Mekis, the Small and Fuzzy. But you may call me Mekis." He paused. "The Small and Fuzzy. I prefer the full title. Now tell me Monstrum, what do you come here for?"

Reila raises an eyebrow when some rather odd looking girl approached her and called her groceries bags of junk. "You can't be serious..." she replied turning to face this girl, trying to figure her out. "Are you pretending to be a cat?" This odd girl didn't smell anything like a beast-girl like herself to actually be a real cat, maybe she was programmed to behave like this?

Helios looks around, noting the people gathered around the fountain. "M85, put those plates down and go help that woman with her groceries. You might make a new friend, even." The M85 ponders that for a moment before nodding and setting the plates down. It lumbers over to Relia and silently offers to help her with her groceries.
Meanwhile, Helios hovers over to Lancaster. "You mentioned something about a coding error?"

Demonicor wandered across the plaza over to the billboard, trailing fingers through the water on his way past the fountain.

As the large robot approaches Reila, she turns and gives it a slight glare considering it a potental threat. All these robots everywhere now-a-days, she was starting to miss Viorar more and more. "Can I help you?"

One would question to point to combating the inevitable fate of a smelly armpit. Existance would surely be simpler to give in to what is only natural to an organic being. But in a world as complex as the cleft, few things are simple. Despite this, one simple fact can take supreme certainly over all else, and that is the capability of Old Spice Danger Zone body spray to vanquish the stench of any armpit of any creature.

Nocte glares harshly at the Moogle. "Do not test me, prey. I shall honor you with what titles I wish. But I shall honor you enough with 'Mekis.'" He straightens himself. "My business here is of my own, and unless you're hiding your intelegence under your undeserved ego, I am content with it remaining none of yours."

Lancaster looks at Helios. "Yeah, I think it's just a simple boolean error. The data value that says whether or not I'm skipping must be off, but I'm afraid to test it."

Lenai bends down and sniffs at Reila's bags, before standing back up, clapping. "Silly me, that isn't junk, it's delicious, important food! Even less reason for it to talk," she says, before looking back up at Reila, shrugging, "I act like a me, and a me is a Lenai, and I guess a Lenai is kind of like a kitty, but I don't have a tail or ears, except on my hoodie." She turns her head and looks up at the giant war-robot, scanning it with her sensors, before poking it on the chest. "Hey bub, no funny business, or I'll fill you with, uh, regret! No, wait..." Lenai says, tapping her chin, "The saying is fill you with lead. So yeah, be nice and we're friends!"

The M85 chirrups something, pantomiming taking Relia's bags and carrying them for her. Or going deep sea diving with a tiger. Its rather hard to tell because the large mechon is abysmal at charades. It steps back at Lenai's poke and looks at her armcannon. The M85 decides that the angry little reploid catgirl is funny and pats her on the head.
Helios nods. "We could take a look at it if you want, though it would rquire you to have either wireless or some sort of cable."

"You mock me? How dare you!" Mekis would never stand for such insolence. "I would challenge you to combat, but I'm rather certain you'd pop a hip before our match began! Now unless you wish violence upon your being, I suggest you make yourself more agreeable."

Demonicor draws a small metal ball out of his pocket and sets it on top of the billboard, tapping the top it unfolds into a small eight-legged mechanical creature, which slips off the billboard to be caught by Demonicor, who sets it back on the billboard "Whoop, ah, there you go."

Hastur chuckles and shakes his head at the saying of the robo-girl, then turned his attention back to his tome. H muttered a few words, one faintly sounding like Mantorok and the other colors disappeared, the purple one growing slightly larger and taking a shape, looking a bit like a purple cat.

Reila blinks as the reploid girl tries to explain herself, she wasn't doing a good job because it only confuses the beastgirl. Instead of bringing up more questions, she just simply nods. "I see..." Turning her attention back to the larger robot making noises and gesturing something. Her eyes narrow for a moment trying to decipher what it was trying to say. Eventually she gets it and shakes her head. "I can take care of it, thanks for the offer."

Nocte gripped his cane tighter and simply walks away from the Moogle. "Indeed, I thought that would be your response." There were no other words to Mekis, as the old man simply placed his can's end back on the ground, and walked away to observe the others people who attended the fountian this afternoon. "Ahh, yes, you there" He called out to a person messing with a metalic insect, "You seem interesting. Who are you?"

Lancaster pulls out a cable. "I'm not exactly sure if I can trust you, though."

Lenai purrs and nuzzles her face against the robot's hand, smiling. "I'm glad you understand now, whoever you are, but you didn't even introduce yourself after I did!" she says, turning back toward Reila, "Unless you want me to come up with a name to call you by, I could do that too, but I'm not sure you'd respond if I said it."

"Oh ye of little faith. Let us take a look at it, now hold still." A panel of armor plating on Helios slid back, revealing a port. He plugged it in and began parsing through Lancaster's program files. "Lets see... Legs. Ah, here we are."
The M85 shrugs and nods to Relia before turning back to the funny little catgirl. It pats her on the head again and chirrups happily.

Mekis was enraged, but chose against going after the old man. He didn't want to tarnish his image by fighting such a simple opponent. His eyes traveling elsewhere, Mekis spotted a giant performing magic. In a public squareof all places! "Good sir, I suggest you stop whatever you are doing. There is a time and place for magic, but now and here is not it.

Hastur chuckles to himself, then turns his attention to the cat he has summoned. He points to the catgirl and mutters something, and the cat immediately walks around the edge of the fountain to sit close to Lenai, looking at her quizzically.

torso and it gave a small squeek, folding back up into a ball, and Demonicor tilted his head at the old man "You are...?"

Reila tilts her head back for a moment, "I'm Reila. My actual name is a bit hard to pronouce so I don't really bother telling people." she replies. "I'm guessing your name is Lenai?"

Hastur snaps his fingers and the cat immediately disperses, returning into nothing but magic energy. "Sir Mekis the Small and Fuzzy, I was simply practicing. I meant no harm by it, and made sure the shape would cause no harm."

Lancaster plugs in his end and looks slightly worried. "What do you see?"

Lenai jets up for a moment, her boots thrusting her up and over into the air as she twirls around, and lands gracefully on the large robot's shoulders, behind his head. "I am Lenai, yes indeed. It's what it says on my product ID, anyway, inside my secret compartment," she says, looking down at Reila, "But hey Reila, you could definitely tell me your full name, I'm good at pronouncing things."

Mekis felt a tad confused. He didn't remember ever meeting such a man. He must be a fan. "Either way, it's better you don't. By the way, I'm glad to hear that you know my name. I must be more well known then I thought. Tell me, how did you come by this knowledge?"

"My actual name is Reilanathin." She says, but she ends up using a sort of accent to it that makes it sound weirder then it should be. "I like Reila better anyway, its short and easy to remember." She actually manages to crack a smile, showing off her pair of fangs.

Nocte was mesmorised by the mechanical spider. The skill needed to create life was incredibal. "Some call me Nocte Monstrum. I am unsure if it is a true name, or merely a title. Regardless, you may refer to me as Nocte." He looked at the ball in Demonicor's hand. "Demonicor, are you some sort of seer, or magi?"

"Why do you have... Nevermind, we see the problem." Helios opened the file and began to edit it.
The M85 jumped slightly as the little catgirl took off, but calems down once she was settled behind it's head. It looked down at the fanged girl as she speaks.

Lancaster looks over at Helios. "Why do I have what?" He sounds slightly worried.

Lenai chuckles and nods down at Reila, examining the fangs. "So what are you?" she asks, tilting her head, "I mean you look pretty humanoid but the horns make me wonder what specifically, like how I'm a robot of sorts, if you were wondering. If I know what you are I can add it to my databanks and know next time I see you or one of your kind."

Hastur smirked at the small moogle. "I remember you aided another moogle a while back, and i remembered your name and face. Also, we are part of the PDF. Quite a good fighter, you, especially with your mount... Esteban, right? I am Hastur Xel'lotath, at your service, sir." He takes a small bow, then closes the time and puts it in his backpack. A small sound came from it, something akin to a whisper.

Reila smirks slightly and looks up into the sky, "Well if you do manage to find someone like me be sure to let me know. I'm a beastgirl more specifically Dragonkin. We're rare and few." She took pride in her kind, so when explaining it she couldn't help but smile a little bit.

Demonicor chuckled with a smile as he slipped the spiderball into his pocket "Well, I'm not so sure about 'magi' or 'seer', but I do know my fair share of spells." he nodded to the benches and made his way over to them, sitting down "Anything in particular you needed? Spellwise that is..."

"You have a weird OS. We havent seen files accessed that way before is all." Helios disconnected the cable and returned it while the plate returned to its original place. "You are all fixed up now. Try walking regularly again."
The M85 nodded as Relia spoke. She sounded like she would like to meet some more of her kind, so it decided to keep an eye out for any more like her. They would probably be happy to see each other.

"You were in the PDF?" Mekis raised a brow quizically. He hadn't the foggiest memory of anyone like this giant on the team. Then again, he had been more so worried about the large machines. "Well, I'm glad to hear your on my side. What is that book anyhow?"

"I'd require some assistance with a curse that I was born with." Nocte raises an eyeborw and Demonicor, "Tell me, what do you know of lycanthropy?"

Lancaster stops skipping. "It worked! Thank you so much!" He pauses. "Actually, I don't believe I ever caught your name."

Lenai claps her hands together, smiling down at Reila. "Hey! I'm pretty rare too. No clue where I came from, never met someone like me. I'm a robot, but I eat food as my primary energy source," she says, leaning down over M85's head, "If I see another one of you I'll be sure to findja. Oh! Also, you're a dragon-person. Can you fly and breath fire? That'd be rad."

Hastur smiles at Mekis. "Oh, an old, old, old magic tome, written in a language only a handful of people can read, pertaining to magic long lost and forgotten... by most, anyway. It's unique in that it will work for anyone who can read it, but it will drain more than any spells used today, if the more potent forms are used." He closes his pack,muffling the whispering as it grew a bit louder.

Demonicor blinked and slowly shook his head "Next to nothing I'm afraid... however, there might be some things in the databanks... maybe I can help you out," he gave a somewhat sad and knowing smile "Curses of separate lives aren't often the most fun of things to have."

Nocte shrugs. "Not wholly seperate, but it gets worse when you get older. I've speant my fair share with it, but I will admit, sometime it goes tiresome to be loosing so much that I once took for granted." He sighs, "I'm hoping to find a mage that might rebirth my power at its peak, so I might be able to rid myself of a few pests." For a split second, Nocte's eyes turned to Mekis.

"Mechon series M35; designation 'Helios.' Well, all that plus a bunch of other stuff, but normal people dont care about all of that and just call us Helios." He looks around, noting Demonicor and that old man from before... Nocte, was it?
The M85 looks up slightly as Lenai leaned over it's head before it chirruped its agreement. That would be pretty rad.

Mekis found what the giant said a tad worrying. Such power sounded very great. He did apear to be on the same side as Mekis, but such power could corrupt one of a weaker will. He would have to keep an eye on that one. Meanwhile, Esteban was watching the old man and, unlike his master, knew what he was and understood that he should avoid him. There was danger behind that shell of age.

Reila smiled a bit and nodded at Lenai's questions. "Yea I can do both, but it requires me to shift my form and that can take a lot of energy out of me." It was nice to have someone so interested in her without getting weird looks or some kind of attitude.

Lenai smiles and kicks her legs a little, purring. "Does your form shift into a dragon completely, or do you get all scaley and grow wings, or what?" she asks, tapping her chin, "Or maybe you get really tall too!"

Lancaster looks at his watch. "Oh dear. I'm afraid I have to go. Goodbye, everyone!" He walks out.

Hastur sighs. "The Tome has... corrupted, people before. That is why I took it upon myself to carry it, making sure that my will stays resolute so that I do not fall victim to it as well. I grew up with this type of thing, so it falls to me to make sure that, if it is used, it is used for good. Who knows what sort of eldritch being might be summoned should it fall into the wrong hands." He kept his hand on his pack, the whisper comign from it still slightly audible.

Demonicor gave a small cough and chuckled "Well, you must get along with your other side far better than I did mine... I'm not so certain about 'restoring' your power, but... maybe I might find a way to mesh your two sides together..." he muttered quietly to himself a moment as his hand slid back into his pocket, the spider slipping from his pocket and beginning to crawl his arm again after a moment.

The M85 was interested too, nodding in agreement with Lenai as it looks down at Reila.
Helios flickers his lens as Lancaster leaves so abruptly. "Well, bye then." He then hovers over to Demonicor amd Nocte. "How are you all doing? We trust that everything is well."

Reila taps her chin and tries to think of the best way to explain it. "I get more... feral. I kind of get half pure dragon while remaining my human form. I can't fully become a dragon, but I can get close."

"You had a curse as well? Some people just cannot handle it." Nocte shakes his head, and begins to eye the spider that crawls around Demonicor. "Me and my other half have grown apart. I'm afraid he's grown much more animalistic than I'd like. I loose my temper much too quickly as the sun sets."

Esteban saw the look the man gave towards his master and believed that the best course was to get him out. He began pecking at Mekis, nipping at his clothes and the like. Mekis was glad to hear what the boy had said, but knew as well that such confidence could also be the thing that killed him. Upon noticing Esteban, Mekis said "Esteban, what are you doing? Are you hungry?" The mallard nodded, willing to use any excuse to keep his master safe. "Alright then, let's find you something to eat." And so the two headed off to the inn.

Lenai giggles, and hums a little, looking down at Reila while swaying back and forth. "Nya, maybe you could show me some time. But not now, not here at least, it might scare a lot of people. It would be like me firing my gatling gun all around and blasting things! Which would be fun but dangerous," she says, licking the back of her hand, grooming herself, "Maybe we could fly together. I can fly, too. But with jets instead of wings, which probably aren't as efficient."

The spider climbing Demonicor's shoulder clawed at the air as it faced Helios "Well, as stated, I may be able to mesh you a little better..." he hissed in through his teeth "I cannot imagine it feeling pleasant at all if we rushed it." he turned towards the mechon "Good evening Helios... your drones are acting up a little again but, I might be able to sort it out."

Hastur sighs as he looks at his pack. He opens it and pulls out the tome, the whispering making a lot of noise now. As he opens it, the whispering dies. He begins to study it again, flipping pages occasionally, muttering as he reads.

The M85 "oohh"s in admiration. It wanted to fly with them too, maybe Helios would let it do that. It chirruped questioningly and motioned that it would like to fly too.
"Really? What is the issue, we can take a look at it." Helios hovered a little closer to the spider drone and scanned it.

Reila watches how Lenai 'grooms' herself just like a cat world which was odd considering she wasn't an actual cat. "We'll have to see, I'm not sure it would be the safest idea for me to transform to play." She replies looking over toward her groceries making sure they are still there.

Nocte is a little confused by the Mechon's arrival, but smiles at the familiar face. He wasn't able to get more information about the mechanical being, but it's abilities were interesting, and Nocte might eventually find a use for the being as an ally. "Greetings, Mechon. I have not seen you recently either. I still haven't spoken with the horse, regretfully."

Lenai leans down, offering out her hands. "Hey, want me to carry some of those bags? If I knew what were in them I could definitely cook something delicious, mrau," she says, purring and patting her tummy, "And they look heavy, and mean! Plus, if I help you, maybe after we could find a safe place for you to show me. I'm pretty durable, so even if you attack I'll just take a few punches no problem!"

The little drone continued clawing at the air toward Helios with its forelegs, looking quite complex, but possibly with recognizable toolmarks of the repair drones, almost all the internal parts would be custom-built by the same source, though the actual energy source would prove somewhat elusive to the drone's scans beyond that energy was flowing from somewhere into tiny crystal shards inside the creature. (demonicor)
Demonicor chuckles as he shook his head "Nah, it should be fine for now, just wondering if you would have any input on what to do about it." he watched the little spider hopping about on his shoulder, looking like it was testing its motors to contemplate the jump.

"Please, call us Helios. Our technical name is too much of a muthful to even ask you to try it." He said as he looked over at Nocte. "Well, Demonicor here is pretty well learned about spells and stuff like that." Helios thinks for a moment. "Well, Twilight is more of a caster than Demonicor..." He shrugs and retruns to scanning the drone.
Helios finishes scanning the little spider bot. "Did the repair drones make you? That is a fascinating EDS you have there, how did they make that?" He looks over at Demonicor. "Well, what are they doing?"
The M85 was sad that it's new friends might be leaving soon. It considered going and asking Helios if it could go with them, but then remembered the pile of metal it had to haul back to the transport for the assembley line. It sighed sadly.

Reila holds up her hand to decline Lenai's offer. "I got this, I'm not gonna trouble you with my food. Maybe later, we can meet up and I can give a demostration of my abilities." She says as she scoops up her bags. "See you around." she adds as she nods as a way to say goodbye.

Nocte nods at Helios, but his ears catch a faint... sound coming from a distance away. He merely nodded to the gentlemen he was with and wandered off towards it. Eventuallys, he found the backpack of a large individual. Not being careful enough to wonder what he was reading, Nocte interupts him. "You there, Giaganto. What is it that you have contained in your bag?"

Hastur looks up from his tome at Nocte. "An ancient tome, sir. Once very, very few can read. I only know of four people who can read it, and one of them can only read a little." He offers a small smile to Nocte, keeping his hands firmly on the tome.

Demonicor scratched the back of his head, causing the spider to roll up with another squeak of metal to slide along to his neck before it unfurled again "Well... this may sound a little silly, but when I left they were asking permission to use some spare cloth and a few other things. I dodn't really see the harm, but they appear to be making clothing of a sort. Possibly even masks, I'm not sure." the spider took the opportunity to climb Demonicor's hair, eliciting a small chuckle from the tallish human "Hah
What do you plan to do up there?" Demonicor tilted his head and let the little spiderbot climb onwards anyways.

Lenai waves off her new dragon-girl-person-friend, smiling happily, before poking the robot she's on. "So what's your name, anyway?" she asks, tilting her head, "I've only ever heard you chirp at me. Can you even talk?"

"Speak lively, Giganto, what is contained then within its pages? I am very interesting in it. It seems..." Nocte searches his head for the correct word. "I suppose humans might refer to it as unnatural, though I would disagree. Those Humans get such a large amount of things wrong, anyway."

Hastur raises his eyebrow. "Ancient, ancient magics. Used by.... well, only I, as of late. It is strong, but limited, and also quite... corrupting, to those unprepared for it. It is my burden to bear." He closes the book and gets up, straightening to his full height. "And I will not let go of it easily."

"Well, it dosent sound too serious. Just contact us if it gets too serious." Helios nods as he watches the little spider bot clamber all over Demonicor.
The M85 shook its head, then reached over Lenai into it's storage compartment and pulled out the seemingly bottomless box of chalk that it was often seen with. It pulled out a piece and scratched out a message on the ground. "I can't talk, but I can write."

Nocte chuckles lightly. "Sir, I care not to take that book from you, only to ask what power in contains. Which seems... notable." Nocte doesn't bother making eye contact, his entire gaze focused on the ancient tomb. Yes. He had found an ally for which he could agree with. "I am familiar with some... corruption, if that iwas what you call it. What sort of powers are you able to grant?"

Hastur smiles again. Many things. Revealing the unseen, revitilization, summoning creatures, empowerment... if you can think of it, this Tome can likely make it happen. With a huge drain on the reader's body and spirit, but also to the unprepared mind."

As he felt the little bot leap from his head at Helios, Demonicor turned and caught the little creature as it fell short, "ahwoop, none of that" stroking its back to click the button, causing it to fold up into a ball once more before he slipped it back down into his pocket "You know, I think he likes you."

Lenai smiles and pats the giant robot on the head. "Well, do you have a name then, Mr. Writer? Nyaa," she asks, kicking her legs a little.

"Awww, that's cute. What is it supposed to be used for?" Helios seems to be smiling at the little drone's antics.
"The M85, if you don't mind. My offical designation is much longer, but things are a bit more lax here."

The eyes of Nocte showed the excitement of a child. While his face was stoic, he was with no doubt interested in the tomb. But, his plans would not work immediately. He needed to become friends with the mage, esspecially if he wanted him to pledge loyalty or to sacrificy his 'body and spirit' for his gain. He looked up, and extended his right hand. "Exciting news. I am Nocte Monstrum. And who might I have the pleasure of speaking with?"

Hastur takes the hand and shakes firmly. "Well met. I am Hastur Xel'lotath, Keeper of the Tome and hopeful Martial Master." He has a smile on his face,hiding the suspicion and wariness he holds. Who was this man to be interested in the Tome, and why would he care to be formal with Hastur while he was rude to Mekis? He would have to be careful with this one.

Lenai giggle, and shakes her head, patting the M85 on the head. "No way, that's boring! I'ma call you Chirpy!" she says, purring and snuggling the robot's head, "So Chirpy, whydja come over to help that lady with her meal old food, nya?"

Demonicor smiled at the mechon "Well, I had them make it to test the limitations on some spells, and how well they work with creature spirits. It seems to work alright, but it looks to have a lot of getting used to."

The M85 pondered that for a moment. "I like it, that's a good name. Anyway, Helios sent us over here to try and make some more friends, or something like that."
"We see. Well, it seems to be adjusting quite well." Helios nods.
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Lenai giggles and purrs, tapping her chin. "Mrau, Helios... I think I've heard that name once, maybe. A long time ago..." she says, shrugging, "Is he around here? I'm a friend, show me off! I'm also adoooorable, so I double as that!"

Demonicor ponders for a moment before standing "Oh hey, thats right. I could use some spare parts and materials if you have them sitting around. Scrap might work as well.." he mutters some to himself 'Considering what they did to that desk....' he cleared his throat "But I know theres probably a part or two they can't easily fabricate."

Nocte cocked is head to one side. "Hopeful Martial Master? So you mean to tell me that you are training in hard to hand combat?" Nocte couldn't help but smiling. "I've gotten into a few fights myself with my bare hands, left a few necks cracked. Sometimes in self defence, sometimes to prove a point. It is a lost skill, even I resort to knives and daggers on occasion."

Hastur nods, entering a stance with his right arm exteded, crooked at the elbow, with his hand pointed like a spear and facing upwards, his left arm crooked in front of him and his left hand under his right elbow. "Indeed. No weapons for me excpet those given to me by nature."

"Scrap and stuff? We can do that, making this new production line should provide plenty of spare materials for you. Just drop by tomorrow and we should be able to get you the stuff." Helios thinks for a moment. "We can also probably make delicate control components that they would need, but it would take some time."
The M85 nods and puts away its chalk. It straightens up and walks back over to Helios, chirriping something. Helios looks over. "Hmmm? Hold on a moment Demonicor. So, you made a new friend?" Helios looks around for her before he spots Lenai on the M85. "Oh, hello there. Who are you?"

Lenai chuckles and stands up, hopping to the ground, dusting herself off. "I'm Lenai! Nyaaa!" she says, giggling, looking at Helios, and then Demonicor, tilting her head, "So uh, which one of you is Helios?"

"Hahahaha!!" Nocte was very amused by the pride of Hastur. Pride was a useful tool for both its holder and those who wish to use them. "Nature is such a reletive term, would you not agree? Is it not natural to want the upper hand? If so, what is so unnatural about using a dagger, or a spell, as compared to using your might? I have my own special ways to gain the upper hand. There are those who would call me 'unnatural.'"

Demonicor nodded as he began to head back west "Well, I'll see about bringing the drones with me, nice seeing you again Helios." he made certain to pass in view of Nocte on his way out, giving him a nod and a wave.

Hastur smirks. 'Ah, but once that dagger is taken from you, and your mind in a daze from being tripped or having palms smashed against your temples, where are you advantages then?"

"Ah, yes. That would be us. You are the M85's new friend, we take it?" Helios turned to Demonicor. "See you tomorrow, then!" He turned back. "Sorry about that, you were saying?"
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"Then the advantage would go to you. That is the way of nature, Hastur. And in the end, nature wins." Nocte raises an eyebrow, as if to imply something. "But, I'm sure even you might have trouble fighting things born in nature, say, a bear or... a large lion. You lack claws and teeth, why not arm yourself?"

Lenai nods a bit, licking her hands. "I'm Lenai, that's what I was saying," she says, purring a little, "I just met Chirpy here and told him to take me to you because he said you needed friends! I am also hungry, can you buy me dinner?"

Hastur smirks. "Because i love the feeling of wrestling and fighting with my fists. it makes encounters that much more intense, that much more personal."

"Uhhh, sure. How about the cafe down the road? We hear that they have some good food there." Helios looks north for a minute. "M85, grab the sheet metal and bring your friend. We are going out to eat." The two mechon leave down toe northern road, the M85 beckoning for Lenai to follow.

Nocte only grew interested in this opinion. It seemed he fought for the experience of fighting, and not for the achievement of victory. Such attitudes were brash and got many people killed. You must know your limits if you are to be triumphant. "Then is your defeat so much more personal then? One must achieve victory or die, in many cases. Risks are for bragging. Lives are for everything else."

Hastur nods his head, returning to a stance of ease. "Perhaps. I oft play it safe, and leave if things become too dangerous. Not to mention the Tome and it's abilities keeping me alive."

Nocte smiles. Perhaps he wasn't so headstrong afterall. "I suppose we all have things keeping us alive. It becomes quite the skill after six centuries. Still, I must probably head off before it gets too late. In my old age, I grow irritable in the moonlight."

Hastur nods. "Fair enough, sir. Take care of yourself."

Nocte nods simply to Hastur and heads west. Strangely enough, there are not many houses that way, but the woods. Nocte mused to himself whether or not Hastur would notice that fact.