After two weeks of continual cleaning and fumigating, the Jinsaka Manor has been restored to its former glory. Various attendants could be seen throughout the main hall discussing a meeting about to take place in the meeting room. Egon stood next to the eastern hallway, directing any PDF members he saw there. Inside the meeting room, Oboyo could be seen talking to Elenor, no doubt discussing what he was about to announce.

There's only so much a pegasus can do, even if they're built for flight - and Spitfire's no exception, as she touches down in the front courtyard and trots into the manor proper. "Jeez... Still nothing about the Magic-bearer..."

Mekis sat in the meeting room, rather content as he played his harp. The tune was simple, a song of home. One would be surprised that the song was actually about a horrifying raid upon a simple village where much pillaging and bloodshed occurred. Then again, no one ever asked him. Esteban slept on the ground, as mallard-ly as ever.

Jax hums and lays front-first on the ground, kicking her legs lightly on the air. She scrawls on the a piece of paper with some chalk, borrowed from the M85, with Scruffles lying next to her, looking around the room, his ears rotating and listening. Jax finally finishes on this paper, shuffling up a group of them, before looking around, walking closer to Oboyo, waiting patiently.

With an almost tired nod to Egon, Helios flies in from the hallway and hovers off to the side. "Ugh... We aren't built to control that many units at once..." He shakes his core and flies over to Spitfire as she enters. "Did you find anything on your end? It was fruitless for us."

Roche could be seen sitting near the end of the table his head looking to his lap, He looked behind him to see the deaf girl laying on the ground with her dog, not a care in the world, he smiled to himself and returned his attention to what he was doing. He currently was filing away a silver ingot he had found while in town, into a familiar shape, a cross.

Gizmo is sitting there at the table, as if she totally belongs there and hadn't just wandered in. She seems to be observing the people gathered, more than looking forward to the announcement.

Hastur walked into the meeting room, his usual smile absent from his face. He looked around the room, looking at all who had arrived. He notices Gizmo and a small smirk appears on his face. He walks over to the table, pulls out a chair beside her, and sits down. "Hello, Miss Gizmo. How are you?"

Trixie glanced up from her book with a grumble as she looked up at Spitfire "You say that like she's the only magician we have here." the pony looked rather ragged as she folded up her book, the reading material disappearing from between her hooves as she got up, giving a small nod at Helios "Come on, Trixie hears Jinsaka has another meeting planned" the mare turned and made her way for the meeting room. As she entered the room, she made her way off to the side, looking around at most of the people who had all had already gathered.

As the time remaining winded down, Oboyo nodded towards an attendant to retrieve Egon as well as any last minute stragglers. After calling for silence, Oboyo cleared his throat and began to speak. "Good afternoon everyone and welcome back. First off I'd like to apologize about the botched vacation. No one could have predicted what happened in Caspia."

"If you are not yet aware, Twilight went missing last week. An unexpected event caused her to vanish, and we believe she teleported away somewhere. Some of you have been searching all week for her, something I intend to keep going. But adding that to recent events, I've had to accept that I can't gurantee your safety. We're not just a bunch of ghost bullies looking for a good time. We are the cleft's only hope of repelling an inevitable invasion."

"We are on the brink of a war that many people out there refuse to believe will exist. For that reason, I won't hold anything against anyone who wishes to leave. We might be a diverse bunch of ragtag vigilantes, but fate has gathered us together for a reason. And only together will we be able to save our cleft from those body stealing bastards who wish to take it from us. And that's why we're going to find Twilight and let no one else be taken from us."

Elenor rolled her eyes, seemingly upset. Apparently someone didn't follow her script. Oboyo continued on, "In light of this, I've come to realize that..we all may have our own strengths and can handle a few ghosts, but few, if any of us, are prepared for war..myself included. I'd like to introduce you all to Elenor Silverburg. She is a master tactician from the same world that the Spirit Rune originated from and she will be helping us to get prepared for 'Invasion Day'."

Gizmo idly taps her finger on the table "So... speaking of tactics: Anyone try questioning that Basketfish character who paid the hotel with that gem? Just wondering."

Jax blinks a bit, having a little trouble following every word- But she gets the jist of the situation. Scruffles just trots up over close to Hastur, and rolls himself over, barking up at him, kicking his legs a bit. Jax takes a moment and steps up toward Oboyo, waving a bit before showing him the paper. On the sheet is a horse-like set of pink lines, with purple over the head, and a pink line off of it. Below it is the word "miseng" in huge letters- As she shifts through the papers, it's the same thing, but with a different, incorrect spelling of "missing" each time. Jax smiles and holds out the papers, hoping for some form of recognition.

"I- Wh-" With a shrug, Spitfire's shaking her head, and turning to address Helios, though she instead turns to listen to Oboyo, frowning.

Trixie got up from her seat and made her way closer to the table, looking straight at Elanor "You look about as thrilled to be in this room as Trixie right now. One must ask, what are you getting out of this."

Roche looked up, but did not stop whittling away at the ingot, " May the equian be returned to us safely." Roche mutters to himself. He looks across the room, ' If anyone can bring her to safety it will be this rag-tag bunch'

"So, what now? We train for the art of war?" Helios shook his core to wake himself up more. "The M85 does need to update it's combat routines, we suppose. And the M82 should do the same, come to think of it." He quiets down to hear whatever it is Elanor is going to say.

Hastur chuckles and looks down at the little dog. He reaches down and picks Scruffles up, holding him in his arms and scratching his ears. He then looks up and smiles at Jax, holding out the paper. As soon as his eyes catch Elenor, his smiles shrinks. He thinsk to himself, 'She looks like she thinks highly of herself, possibly even more so than Trixie. Working with her's not gonna be fun. But, if she brings results and doesn't hurt anyone, I'll be okay with her.'

Elenor crossed her arms as Trixie and others asked their questions. "Save your compliments, I'm just an aging woman trying to make things quieter around here. You don't have to like me, but when I say jump, you jump. The first and most important thing we need to find more volunteers. Over the next couple of weeks, I'm going to be digging up more cases beyond simple ghost hunts. But even all the volunteers in the cleft won't mean a thing if they're distracted and can't focus on the mission."

"If you have any distractions yourselves, I suggest you deal with them. Help each other do so as well." said Elenor as she focused the next part towards Oboyo. "I can already tell that some of you in this room aren't ready to take on a potential suicide mission." Oboyo slid his hands in his pockets and glanced away. "I will also be digging around among you to see your capabilities. Mr. Jinsaka here won't always be around to lead you. And I'm not leadership material myself."

Oboyo smiled at Jax as he took a copy of her drawing, nodding at her and gesturing her to take a seat while Elenor spoke. After hearing Gizmo's question, Egon moved from his place at the door to sit next to her, whispering softly. "It didn't turn up much. He said he found it in the Sea of Wonders. There's not a lot of research we can do with the gem destroyed and it being so far underwater."

"My soul is prepared to meet my maker. However, I may prepared for death, but that does not mean I am in any mood to embrace it." Roche stated carefully, in the short time he had known the woman he could tell she knew her stuff, but he could also tell she could have a temper problem. Roche looks to Mekis, " Our local bard becomes a war hero, that would be something to sing of."

"As to your question, Helios..." Sighing, Spitfire turns in her seat to speak with the mechon-orb, keeping one golden-yellow ear trained on you and Elenor. "I've done a good bit of aerial recon myself, but I've found nothing yet. We should keep looking, though..."

Trixie watched Elenor closely for a moment before tossing her mane and sitting down "Sure, alright, I'll go for that whole 'aging woman' part, but Trixie doesn't do tricks on command. You want to get something done, Trixie will do it, but you leave the methods to the mare performing them."

Gizmo shrugs "Scientific method. Take what we know of the situation, and use that to start from. When we run out of physical evidence, we go on lore and knowledge. We now know the gem that reacted to Twilight came from the Sea of Wonders, the former location of the Mana Holyland. It's not much, but it is something. I would begin a physical search there for any more evidence. By the way, since I never introduced myself: Hi, I'm Gizmo."

Jax frowns a little, and looks over at a chair, slinking back to sit down in it. Scruffles happily nuzzles Hastur's hand, giving it a few licks before rolling off and onto the table, looking at Elanor with curious eyes. He barks at her once, then trots over, sitting on the table in front of Jax. Jax shuffles out a few more of the papers to other people, then holds one out toward Elanor, shaking it about a little.

Hastur smirks and lets the little dog go, chuckling at Trixie's response. He keeps and eye on Elenor, folding his arms and leaning back in his chair.

A smile appeared on his face as he heard the terms 'leadership material.' "I shall lead us, if needed. If you look at my skill set, you will find I am excellent for this task." He turned and spoke to the priest, "Do not be fooled, good sir, for I am one of the greatest warriors here. I am Mekis, The Small and Fuzzy. Have we met afore?"

"A whole week of searching without any results... If only we had been there to get a reading on her teleport." Helios shakes his core. "Oh well, what's done is done. What other places can we search that we haven't already?"

"When we get some time in between this 'Twilight rescue', I'd like to take a group of you up Eldin Mountain. There's somebody there who will be useful to have around. And that's all that I have to say. Speak to your fellow hunters and prepare yourselves." With that, Elenor took a seat and returned the floor to Oboyo.
"There's something else you guys should know about..it's time I told you a little about my family. I've been disowned for some time now. This manor, before it was restored, was my 'place of exile'. I was never supposed to clean it up and get it to where it is today. My old man is a stubborn jerk with a lot of power. I don't know if he has any motives beyond making my life miserable, but I got the hint that he may attempt to target you. So be on your guard when you're out and about."

"I could be wrong, but I don't want to take any chances. As always, you're free to stay here in the manor. Commander Deim does a good job watching security." said Oboyo, unnamed moogles aside. "That's all for this meeting. If anyone has anything else to add, feel free. Otherwise, there are a couple of things I have to look into. I might need some of you to back me up with something here in the manor."

Egon crossed his arms. "Our main priority was to return and regroup. Lucass is already in Viorar trying to find more information on the Stardrop Sapphire. We just lack the means to go deep-sea exploring. Launchpad will be taking a couple of people back to Caspia in a couple of days."

Jax frowns a bit, and stands up, walking over to Elanor. She shoves the paper down in front of the woman, then turns around, helping Scruffles onto the ground. She looks around and then pulls the jacket up over her arms- Tiny, frail little arms. Sighing a bit, she walks over to Hastur and prods him, before pointing at her tiny arm, then his large arm, pouting.

With a nod of acknowledgement, Spitfire turns her seat back towards Oboyo, unconsciously extending her wings to stretch them as she listens to the explanation. "I'll be sure to stay airborne as much as possible, and if I may... Perhaps it might work better if we work in teams of two from this point on, so we can avoid trouble?"

Getting up with a nod, Trixie made her way over to Helios and Spitfire "So, it seems my show isn't the only dead end we've gotten. The Great and Powerful Trixie is about ready to sleep for a week." she drew a banded device out from beneath her cloak "So, I never did return this to you Helios, but I was wondering if it would be alright if I kept it, as well as how to charge it." the pony held the cloaking device up for the robot to see.

Gizmo nods "This is good. Twilight may not be aware, but she is... will be, a friend of mine. I'm willing to do what I can to help find her. Oh, and deal with that... ghost problem. I guess."

" I believe we met briefly prior to the fight with Magol, I am Father Roche the healer." Roche waved to Mekis, too far away to shake hands, and too busy to close the distance between them to do so. Roche looked over to Elenor, awaiting the woman's outburst, he readied a barrier for casting just in case the woman's temper got the better of her.

Hastur smiles at Jax, then begins speaking slowly so she can read his lips. "My arm is this big because I am a Giganto, Jax. It's also because I train a lot, making myself stronger. If you want, you can train with me, and I can teach you a bit about how I fight and such. Scruffles could learn a bit, too!" He then turns to Spitfire and nods. "Or three. Just smaller groups in general would work."

Mekis nodded, having a vague memory of him. Frankly, he had been to focused on finding something to kill at the time. "It is nice to make your acquaintance." Mekis played on, soon planning on awakening Esteban. He shouldn't be sleeping at such an important time. Mekis would let this occurence go without consequence.

"Agreed, though we don't really need a partner for our method of searching." Helios turned to Trixie. "Oh, sure. It wasn't doing much for us anyways. We designed it for a line of assassination mechon but concluded that the tech was too costly and unreliable to mass produce." Helios nods. "To recharge it, just encase the battery in a magical aura so it can leech power from the magic. It should take about an hour to get back to full strength." He thinks for a moment. "Oh, did you all say something about underwater searching?"

"We'll see. There's certainly enough of us around, but we should let Elenor look through everyone first..regardless of my thoughts. She knows what she's looking for." said Oboyo towards Spitfire as he began to approach Egon, letting him finish his chat with Gizmo before interrupting him. Egon seemed puzzled by Gizmo's choice of wording, but chose not to ask for clarification. Some moogles spoke strangely when they refused to speak with their ethnic speech patterns.

"Well, it's good to have you. You showed determination and confidence last time I saw you. I'm Dr. Egon Spengler, a researcher on spirits. I suppose the Chief has already told you a little about our equipment since he's already invited you here." said Egon, causing Oboyo to raise his eyebrow. He didn't formally invite the moogle either.

"If I might interrupt you two for a moment..I need to ask the good doctor here something. I heard that there's still three miscreants hanging around in the storage. What did you need me for?" Egon adjusted his glasses. "Well, I don't have a proper storage for massive amounts of trapped ghosts. We need to do something about them rather than letting them hang around there. I suppose we could just use the spirit rune to break them down, but..maybe you should talk to them first."

Oboyo gave Egon a strange look. "..Talk to them? You're kidding, right?" Egon glanced off to the side. "They didn't seem all that bad, just..mischevious. I don't know. Maybe I'm just thinking about Florence all over again. I just think that we should give them a chance before killing them..again."

Trixie's eyes widened as she stared at Helios in horror "I have to -what-?!?" she shook the cloaking device before the robot "This has been kept in Trixie's cloak for the last day, if your technology has harmed it in any way, Trixie is going to find out if shaking you charges your power core!" she took a few steps toward the robot as her horn glowed darkly.

Jax pouts a bit more, then lets out a soft sigh, nodding slightly. Scruffles just barks up at Hastur, and plops himself down next to Jax's leg, listening around the room. Jax takes a moment to look about at the others in the room, then reaches out and points at the poster she had pushed in front of Hastur, looking at him curiously.

Mekis looked at the silver in Roche's hand. "What is that for? Is it a weapon of some sort?" Mekis wasunaware of the affiliations a cross held, having never learned of any faith or belief system. In his homeland, there was simply the idea of self-reliance. And the glory of combat, of course.

Hastur smiles at Jax, then looks at Trixie. "Oh, calm down a bitm Trixie. If his technology was dangerous in any way, I'm sure he would have warned you." He then looks over to Spitfire and smiles. "Hello, I don't believe we've met. Hastur Xel'lotath, at your service." He catches the poster out of the corner of his eye, then picks it up, examining it.

Gizmo seems completely unperturbed by the turn of events "No, I haven't been introduced yet. Just let myself in actually... people tend to let you do just about anything if you walk around like you know what you're doing."

" It's a surprise my furry friend." Roche replied to his, well, furry friend all the while overhearing the chief's conversation. He puts away the silver cross and walks to the source of the conversation. " Excuse me, I wished not to impose but I could not help but overhear about your dilemma, I could attempt to perform a sance with which we could use to peacefully converse with the spirits."

"Alright then..and while we're down there, there's something else I need to look at. A little surprise that dropped in while we were in Caspia. Commander Deim locked the room out once she was sure it was safe until I got back to investigate it." said Oboyo as he turned towards Roche, scratching his head lightly. "Erm..why don't we just have a chat with them first?"

"Hastur, Trixie, Mekis, can you guys come with me? The rest of you free to come as well if you want to. We're going to go kill some brain cells." said Oboyo as he began to follow behind Egon.

"I've got nothing better to do right now, so I'm up for watching interrogations." With another nod, Spitfire leaves her seat, flapping her wings as she rises into the air and flies after the group heading out of the room. She makes a mental note, rather belatedly, to ask Mekis about his admission about being 'leadership material' later, however.

Hastur looks up and puts the poster down on the table, giving Jax a parting smile and ruffle of the hair. He stands up from his seat and follows Oboyo out the door. As he passes Trixie, he pulls something out of his bag and plops it down onto her head. It's a hat: an exact replica of her original hat, stars and sparkles in all. he smiles at her in passing, then continues out of the room.

Sad he wasn't able to use his knowledge of faith productively, Roche sweatdropped and quickly regained his composure, Following Oboyo and the others as they began to leave, he grew bored, and hoped to for a fight "'My new weapon is ready for testing.'" He thought to himself sure of his measurements and precision.

Jax pouts a bit at the hair ruffle, before shaking her head, trying to re-organize her hair. Scruffles suddenly runs off toward Oboyo, barking at him once, standing ready to battle the wind, fire, earthquakes, even the mailman! He trots off after the group entering the other room, while Jax just wanders off, returning to her poster-making.

Trixie shot a glare at Hastur, but lowered the device as the aura on her horn returned to normal, looking at Helios "Fine, but if anything goes wrong with the cloak, Trixie is blaming it on you." she slipped the device back into her cloak and turned to follow Jinsaka "Trixie would be honored to help" she gave a gasp of surprise as she looked up, lifting the hat off her head to look at it, staring after Hastur for a moment before grinning and plopping the hat back on top of her head, continuing to follow after the group before she gets lost or left behind.

Mekis finished playing, placing his harp into on of the bags on Esteban. He poked Esteban, then said,"Esteban! Awaken." The mallard's eyes snapped open, before quickly rising. Mekis then followed Oboyo, ready for what may come. Esteban followed his master, unsure as to what they were doing.

"Right, well..." Helios flickered his lens and hovered a bit farther back to allow Trixie to pass. He looked around, noting the little girl making more of those posters and Elanor. He hovers over to her. "So, what can you tell us about this Eldin Mountain trip?"

Egon turned the lights in his lab, immediately being badgered by the captive spirits. "Well well, if it isn't four eyes! What's the matter, doc? Did you get 'busted' for being out late last night?" said the pointed nose ghost, causing the other two laugh. Egon's reasons for dealing with the ghosts became all too clear.

Oboyo winced. "Have they been this vocal the entire time? No wonder you came along for the vacation." The storage device seemed to be a simple, cylinder shaped object that didn't seem capable of storing too many ghosts inside of it. The multicolored one took up a lot of room by itself. "Ohoho! The big bad doctor went on vacation without us? Was there any good food?

Elenor rested her head on her arm, not looking directly towards Helios. "The whole thing might fall apart and end up in a fist fight. But we need the bastard's help."

As she catches sight of the ghosts, and remains hovering, Spitfire raises an eyebrow before turning to Egon. "Uh... Even if I was the commanding officer of a unit full of ghosts, something tells me I wouldn't want those three to be part of it..."

Scruffles walks over to the device and sniffs it for a moment, barking and growling at it, before looking back at Egon. He kicks his back legs, scuffing the ground, before sitting patiently. Jax just continues to make posters, still not sure how to spell "missing", totally botching it. She looks up at Elanor out of the corner of her eye, then just sits up and watches her from across the room, crawling closer to read her lips better.

"We're... sorry?" Helios flickered his lens in mild confusion. "Erm, you mean Oboyo, right?"

" Astounding, caught between the lines of life and death, heaven and hell, forever cursed to wander this plane of existence, they are the accursed, the undying." Roche stated coldly, slowly allowing his hand to trail down the containment unit's wall.

Hastur stands up against the wall, his arms crossed, eying the ghosts warily. As soon as Trixie walks in, he smiles and says, "Nice hat, Trixie. It suits you." He then looks back up at the ghosts, cracking his knuckles and popping the joints in his arms.

Mekis did not like the way the ghosts acted. "Now see here, you will be co-operative, lest we have to resort to violence. I may not know how to hurt a ghost, but others here do, I'm certain." He paused, then said, "Now, remind me Oboyo, why are we here again?"

Chuckling and grinning at Hastur's comment, Trixie walked toward the container, turning her attention to glare at the big ghost "I wonder if food really will work on him, we should put him on a diet for what he tried to do to Trixie." she pondered for a moment "... and that little mouse of course."

"So, I hear you three were looking for me two weeks ago. I didn't realize I'd become so popular in the 'ghost world'." said Oboyo, prompting a snide response out of the pointed nose ghost. "Don't flatter yourself, Jack. We just came to set things straight witchoo. You're running around beating up on ghosts like we're a buncha terrorists!"

"But we are terrorists!" said the round nosed ghost, prompting a bonk on the head from the pointy nosed one. Oboyo crossed his arms, leaving his answer for Mekis in a moment. "You act like you don't deserve to be beat up and locked away." The pointed nose ghost stretched all along the interior of the storage device. "We don't! And you ain't got the right to run around decidin' that we ain't got a right to be around!"

Oboyo mumbled something under his breath as he began to leave the room, beckoning Hastur, Trixie, and Mekis to follow him. "Sorry Egon, they can just sit around for a while longer. I've got more important things to deal with." He then answered Mekis' question. "Something potentially dangerous has been locked away in a room down the west hall. I need you three there in case things get out of hand."

Elenor shook her head. "No, I mean the jerk we're going to go see. I'll tell you more later after I've drowned myself in liquor. Just thinking about resorting to going there has already given me a headache."

With a sigh, Spitfire turns to face the ghost trio long enough to shake her head before flying out of the room and touching down once she's in the hallway. "Crazy spirits... Par for the bucking course, in the life of a Wonderbolt... And maybe I should stand guard for the rest of them..."

Roche decides to follow the group, as they walk he looks to Oboyo, " This seems dangerous, people may be hurt, and as a man of the lord it is my duty to protect them, if not, at least heal their wounds." Roche said assuredly, he would not allow people to be hurt, not after Twilight's disappearance as he had just watched.

Scruffles barks at the three ghosts once more, making his more terrifying snarl, before turning around and trotting off to stand next to Oboyo, barking once up at him, standing ready. Jax merely continues making posters, swaying from side to side.

Hastur nods at Oboyo, then turns back to the ghosts, smirking. He whistles at Scruffles, hoping to get him to go back upstairs. He stands at the doorway, standing out of Trixie's way. "Ladies first."

Trixie drew a multitude of beads from her cape, they formed into what appeared to be a replica of a cupcake, and as she walked away from the ghosts, she began taking bites out of it, the beads disappearing into nothing on contact. She 'ate' her 'treat' while wandering after Jinsaka, grinning and winking at Hastur on her way past.

"Ohhh fine, just leave us here, Mr. Big Bad Ghost Cop!" taunted the pointy nosed ghost as the the fat one moved into view, smiling at Spitfire. "Mmmm, blueberries. Hey sweet stuff, come let me out so I can get a lick on you!"

"Well, that sounds pretty bad." Helios hovers awkwardly nearby for a moment."...Can we get you anything?"

Mekis nodded, walking behind Oboyo. "We shall be able to handle it, I'm certain." Mekis looked at the dog, wondering who's mount it was. Not as good as a mallard, only traveling by land, but better than nothing.

As Oboyo arrived at the end of the western hall, he unlocked the door and entered the room, nodding towards those who followed. Insided rested a large black capsule. He began by pulling out his custom staff and snapping it into place. "According to Deim's reports, this thing has just been sitting here after it fell through the roof while we were gone. Let's open her up."

Despite Oboyo's confidence in stating his intention, he had no idea what he was doing. He started by touching the capsule, and looking around for buttons to press, pushing anything he came across.

Before following everyone out, Hastur turns to Egon. "This is just a side-project that I was thinking about, just think about it. Could you possibly see if there's a way to hurt them? Not as in actually touch them, your got that covered. Try to make them feel pain. That will make interrogation much easier, and battles much shorter. Pain is a great deterrant. It'll also keep them quiet when we want them to be." He smiles and follows the others out, whistling to himself.

"What'd they call me...?" Irritably, Spitfire just sighs, deciding to ignore the ghosts as she settles in right outside the room you is in, wings extended fully to her sides. "Just... let it go. Those dimwitted ghosts aren't worth fighting - besides, I need to stay professional."

"There are attendants here for that. But thanks nonetheless." said Elenor as she stood up and walked past Helios. "I've got some digging to do." she said simply, not so much as saying 'goodbye' or 'see you later'.

Egon rose a finger to reject Hastur's idea but stopped as he left the room. He mumbled and watched Spitfire leave as well, leaving him all alone with the ghosts. "Heeey doc! What happened? Ya scared everyone away! You're worse than us!"

Scruffles sniffs around the pod, and whines a bit, tugging on Oboyo's leg, backward. He whines more, stomping his legs a bit, before walking himself in front, standing ridgid.

Oboyo found an imbedded handle and, after giving it a twist and a sharp pull, the capsule gave a hiss of equalizing pressure before sliding open in sections to reveal a humanoid in a black bodysuit, the letters C/T/VA/ED/DoS appear to have been imprinted on his chest.
The creature lifted its helmeted head in confusion, stepping from the capsule as it raised a hand to its head, lifting off and discarding the helmet to reveal his synthetic face, looking over the gathered group of organics with disdain before scoffing "So, who chose to open that thing and let me out?."

"There are attendants here for that. But thanks nonetheless." said Elenor as she stood up and walked past Helios. "I've got some digging to do." she said simply, not so much as saying 'goodbye' or 'see you later'.

"Well, ok then. Bye?" Helios looked around after Elanor had left. "We should... probably go and find the others..." He sighs and flies off in search of the ghost containment unit.

Mekis did not like the looks of the object, especially due to its technological appearence. When it hissed, he immediately readied an arrow to fire. Upon the humanoid inside being revealed, he placed his aim upon its chest. The movement and speech only stressed him further. "We did. Specifically, him." A nod of the head to Oboyo. "Now tell us who you are, and be quick about it."

Trixie had a few objects readied and scattered around her just in case "Well, I have to say, it doesn't act like much of a threat to warrant half a busting team being down here. Probably lost its bed though."

Oboyo took a step back as he kept a stern look on his face. "That would be me. Who are you and why did you decide to crash through my house? These repairs take a toll after a while, you know."

Hastur enters the room and notices the new humanoid immediately. He clanches his hands into fists, but does not attack or drop into a stance, choosing to remain vigilant for now, waiting to see what will happen.

Even though she's come to rest right outside the room, Spitfire still watches from her post by the door, wings fully extended to either side of her as she prepares to jump in should trouble break out for her teammates.

After a short while, Helios finds himself in the containment room. "Oh, hey Egon. Did you see where the others went? We decided to join them after all, but they arent here..."

Dos scoffed as he looked down at Oboyo "Believe me, as of right now, I'm wishing I had my choice in the matter, and could have landed anywhere else but here." he stood there as his registry made a multitude of connections "Well 'sir', considering how they're all facing me instead of you, I get the feeling you would have issues with me killing each and every one of them." the synthetic gave a scoff, leaning against the capsule "Typical, thats how it is with you organics."

Scruffles growls and barks at Dos, standing ready, like a stalward shield, a steel wall, or some other sort of solid defense. He stares up at Dos and merely stands his ground in front of the group, baring his teeth.

Trixie kept her objects up, a few of which formed into icicles at the strange robot's words "I'll have you know we're all quite capable of taking care of ourselves." she stood her cround, prepared to send a salvo of whatever was needed to finish off the humanoid, not worried about material cost at the moment.

Still wary of the being, Roche raises his recurve bow , ready for anything, " I assume you say organic because you aren't. What exactly are you, answer, or face my cross bow." Roche takes aim, assured that the entity's response will be less than friendly.

Hastur rolls his eyes, still remaining ready to fight. "Great. A reploid with an issue. Listen, organics probably built you, and if you try anything, we'll be sure to take you apart" He moves forward, standing closer to the synthetic and somewhat guarding his comrades, dropping into his usual Wing Chun stance.

Mekis narrowed his eyes at the thing. "Do you mock us? Such a thing is highly unappreciated. I suggest you change your tone, lest I lose my control." Esteban was very worried, wanting to leave, but unable. He had to stand by his master.

Gizmo saunters in, a glass of some dark red liquid in her hand "So, hey, I figured the meeting was over so I left to get some drinks, but then I... huh, who's this? And why's everybody glaring at him?"

"I apologize for us 'organics' establishing such discomforting issues for you, but yes, I would have a problem with that." said Oboyo as he spun his staff to make a point. "So if you have nothing else to clarify, you should consider convincing me why I shouldn't have you scrapped."

Dos ignored everyone else for the most part as he looked Oboyo up and down before shrugging, seemingly relaxed where he was "Scrap me or not, 'boss', that's Your call." he got up from using his pod as a leaning post, making for the door "For now, unless you've got orders otherwise, I've got some laws to catch up on."

Oboyo slammed the base of his staff on the ground in front of the CAST to keep it from advancing. "You've shown disdain for us 'organics', so I don't feel comfortable with you going into a town full of them. I'm not letting you go anywhere until I know for certain that you're not dangerous. You called me 'boss'..why?"

Hearing Oboyo's defensive words of his group, Roche takes aim with his crossbow pulling back the draw string, he aimed at the reploid's head, just in case first contact became hostile.

Egon clearly seemed to be distress as he glanced up towards Helios. "Yeah..the Chief asked for three helpers to check out a pod in the western hall and he got six." The round nosed ghost then planted its face in window of the storage device. "Hehehe yeah, it's one stinky situation! Hehe heh."

Helios glanced over at the ghost in the window. "Oh, it's you. Wonderful." He turned back to Egon. "Well, anyway, we should go and check for possible software updates for the M85." Helios nods to Elenor before flying back outside.

Jax walks down the stairs and into the room with Egon and Helios, holding out a piece of paper for both of them with a smile. She looks at the ghosts in the container, tilting her head, before nodding, flailing the papers about while she waits for them to be grasped.

Dos stopped with a laugh, looking down at Oboyo "Is that an order, 'sir'." he gave a chuckle "Yeah, fine, I'm fairly dangerous. But, as you want to know so bad, since you're the one who opened the capsule, I have to follow your orders... 'sir'. Now, can I leave, or do you have more inane questions."

Mekis would not listen to such a suggestion. "Now listen here yo-" Esteban began nipping at Mekis. "Esteban, what are you doing?" Esteban just looked, concern etched into his eyes. Mekis sighed. "I know, I know. You, being, I'll consider your offer, but only if you give me reason to trust you. And I trust little."

Oboyo gave the robot a strange look before continuing on. "Why the big hurry? Stick around. What makes me so important for opening your capsule?"

Dos shrugged, mostly unmoving now with Oboyo's words "Probably some kind of final insult from that damn helmet." he nodded over to the discarded equipment he wore when he exited his capsule "Some sick sense of humor after it scrambled my file systems, but before I could fry it. Now, If you're done, I'm getting really anxious just standing around."

Oboyo turned his eyes towards the robot's equipment briefly before glaring towards it once more. "So let me get this straight. You're something of a dangerous jerk, but you have no choice but to listen to me."

Dos thought on that before nodding "I prefer the moniker of 'maniacal psychopathic dethmachine' that someone once gave me, but yeah, that about sums it up."

"I'm still not sure how comfortable I feel with you walking about. But in that case, don't ever kill anyone unless I tell you to. Which will probably be never. Got it?" said Oboyo firmly as he unfolded his custom staff, returning it to his jacket. One by one the others began to lower the weapons wearily.

Dos grinned widely as he stored the order in his memory banks "Perfectly clear. Now, can I go read? Or did you want me to sweep the basement first."

Oboyo stepped out of the way and gestured his hand towards the door. "Don't think that I won't keep an eye on you."

"Oh, I'm counting on it." Dos chuckled as he walked for the door and up the steps into the mansion proper, his processors awhir on analyzing his orders and known laws, as well as all the implications.

Hastur walks over to the door and waits there for Trixie, grinning. "Ladies first."

Trixie glared at the robot, before turning and walking out the door, smiling at Hastur "Luna, you're so old fashioned it's corny." she flicks her tail as she tilts her hat "Kinda sweet of you."

Hastur chuckles and follows Trixie out. "Just the way I taught myself to be, Trixie. Figured it'd make me more friends, help me get to know great and powerful people."