ITP: What is it with Eq and characters that bleed.

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[Action; Gate Complex ; Night // Yesterday]

[The gate that leads to Shin Gensokyo's branch of CO suddenly glowed as it deposited a certain Operative that is...

Well, bleeding from several wounds that can be seen on the person. Said Operative is also carrying a black duffel bag that's probably as big as himself.]

...that was a close one.

[The Operative is going to catch his breath, before even attempting to find Susie to get his room assignment again.]

[Voice; Library ; Afternoon // Present Time]

[After mulling about the situation that led to these turns of events, the Operative finally decided to speak his mind.]

It appears I have returned to this place, so to those who were not in the know, let me introduce myself.

My name is Kinzo, and as usual, I am your substitute librarian.

...

That is all.

TODAY'S POST IS BROUGHT TO YOU IN PROSE-O-VISION

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[ACTION]

A sharp expletive emerges from the agent kitchenette: "Shit."

The dumpling tears open in her hands again. Li can feel that familiar anger building up in her, that frustration that so often accompanies her little failures. In the past, she would have hit something -- or someone. With the training of the Xin Shan Quan master, however, she closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and refocuses her efforts. The mind needs to be as strong as the body, even in something as simple as making dumplings.

Of course, she'd never been the expert on that. THAT distinction had belonged to...

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( A memory. )

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She stares at the dumpling in her hand, perfectly formed. Funny how when she doesn't think about it, she does a better job of it. "But you always did it much better, you fat bastard," she mutters under her breath.

[Video]

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[Naoki comes on screen, wearing a strange black robe as he finally gives a sigh of relief.]

Times like these, I really regret being involved in the occult...[He tears away the cloak, showing off his familiar tattoo body.] Also hate wearing this get-up too.

Anyway, took me awhile, what with paperwork and other jobs around here, but I know where the enemy might be located. The Gaea Cult doesn't exactly keep a low profile, at least not a low enough one if I can find it. They are in my world, in an abandoned school if you can believe it. Some of the rooms however were touched up for their own comfort, especially the library. Hikawa wasn't there, but the rest of those rob idiots were trying to guard something. It's not much, but it's the only lead we have.

[He stares away from the camera, sighing a bit. The last battle and conversation had really gotten to him quite a bit, even with the vacation and extra work. In fact, he seems a bit drained.]

I understand if no one wants to take care of this matter, but the fact remains that intruders from another world are attempting to destroy everything I once saved. I don't give a damn if it's fate or not, but after everything I did, after every body I had to rend and crush...[He growls, eyes glowing red at the memories.] The Conception will affect multiple worlds if that occurs, but if there's a different goal for them...

I will destroy any who threaten to disturb the peace I created, my world or any other.

A Hack of the Clones

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[Action]

[Despite its bureaucratic nature, the compound is often times tidied and cleaned up surprisingly quickly given how many agents are prone to starting fights in 0134. The debris left over from the fights is cleaned up by robot helpers or hired hands leaving the areas pristine as if no life had touched it.. aside from the employees, that is. Confuto Ordinatio's habit of keeping its hallways relatively pristine aside, their current state was most certainly to make even the filthiest of pigs who revelled in life only for the mud it rolled around in cringe. A sea of aperwork flooded out from corners, covering and completely hiding the floor.

At the very center of this mess was a black, monstrous creature in the shape of what vaguely appears to be a copy machine. Opening its maw that seemed to glow in different shades of orange, it ate the paperwork it had already thrown out. Vomiting them back out in triplicate multiplied by ten, it would continue this process, growing larger all the while. Its process was swift and five minutes would be enough to cover up an entire three mile radius.]

[Action/Private with Ms. Kneesocks]

[As the Ghost proceeded with its infernal work, another creature covered with zippers, Fastener, took the liberty of recording its actions for posterity. The camera it was using was set to Live meaning that somebody somewhere was safely watching as others suffered... all the while drinking wine with a plate of crackers and black goat's cheese set in front of them.

Scanty, the elder of the Daemon Sisters, cackled as she sat comfortably in her couch.]

Paperwork is the backbone of the average Agents' assignment in this bureaucracy. They are expected to organize themselves so that their superior officers are aware of all of their actions to precise detail.

As a fellow <i>superior officer</i> Ms. Kneesocks, do you think Copy Puker has given these clockpunchers enough work?

Side-Effects Include Teleportation.

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[Video]

"Ah... ah... ahCHOO!"

Midna sniffles and tugs her hood and exactly one-half of a red Pontiac convertible crashes to the ground behind her, with a massive clatter and the doleful wail of a security alarm cut short before its prime. The Twili looks somewhat disheveled and pale, and her blue cheeks are looking a little purplish.

"S'cuze bee. Hah... I think I got that signess that's been go-ig around ladely. Dis deber happened to bee before. I didn't thing I could eben GET sig! Is dis norbal? I, I bean, not dis." She gestures to the mutilated cube of car parts behind her. "Dat's only because when I sneeze I can't condrol a... ah... ahh... AHCOO!"

A wooden crate with ACME INC burned into the side, sprouts from a wobbling black portal and lands with a thud nearby.

"Anyone know what I gan do to stob it?! At dis rate who dows what'll habben if I don't stob sneezing!"

[EDIT: Action, Later]

Midna snuffles into the medical wing as per Ike's suggestion, several extra layers of shadow wrapped around her in the form of leggings and odd little boots and a steaming cup of tea in one hand. Ironic, that someone like her should get the chills...

"Hello?"