As Ivan pushed Delsin back, Delsin ended up pulling the man back after his, is more pretty remark. Standing in front of the guy he grabbed his clothes "useless, look at her, she is stressed out and your just going on how pretty she is! why not try to help her instead of standing there star struck!" . As the girl finally got her act together and started to yell everyone to shut up and make her personal claims to them, especially with the Warring Triad and the world is older then comment, made Delsin stand next to the computer guy, speaking softly so the girl wont hear it. "unless she is from an other world, she definitely has lost her marbles huh, I mean magitech? what is this a fantasy world...." . Suddenly Delsin started to realize something, each and everyone here seemed off from this setting, a computer guy, a cowboy, who now he is thinking about it looks damn familiar, maybe from some game? He cursed, if Eugene was here he would know that much in a sec. Then we have... Delsin has no idea what the big guy is, and off course the fantasy acting lady girl. But before he could put it all together he looked at the girl who by now seemed like she was about to try and burn them all. "yeah... First things first I guess" Taking his stance he tried to pull up his recently masted Video power, but instead his hand was covered by electricity. "What the, where, damn man, what happened to my powers?!"

"You know when someone is pissing flames out of their bodies most people would back off." Wesker was standing silently behind the young man now as if out of nowhere, the same who had taken to hugging his knee's, not to far off the others were still trying to find a way to calm the woman who was ready to just burn them all to ashes. Crossing his arms his eye's glowed a deep orange as for the briefest of seconds it illuminated his pupils under his sunglasses before it was gone. "You seem to be the only fool in this group of misfits that is actually doing something remotely intelligent. Then again your still sitting here watching so you must not be too much smarter then rest. So tell me how much longer did you intend to sit here before those flames come at your face ready to burn it off?" Wesker smirked slightly as he shook his head, this woman was exactly like Alexia, he could see that she wanted to kill everyone in the way she had positioned her body. He truly wondered why no one else was noticing this, or maybe they did but were too stupid to understand what they were getting into. "Don't mistake this as a sign of wanting your help, or that I care or not if you die. But you seemed to be the only one not trying to get burned by the the flame head over there. But seeming were all here an we don't know why, perhaps it would be in my best interest to keep at least one of you alive. At least perhaps we might be able to figure out why were here in the first place. I am pretty sure your not going to be much help here so why don't you just come with me and leave these idiots here to settle this? Whats the point in getting killed by someone who is clearly unstable?" Wesker silently lifted his finger off his arm and pointed off in the opposite direction for them to walk away.

Wheatley turned to look at the man who had spoken. He was slightly confused as the man had used the words "fool" and "intelligent" in the same sentence with both referring to him. He stood up to get a better look at the man's face. He was just barely shorter. That alone surprised him. But what was more surprising was the orange glow in the man's eyes he'd seen just seconds before standing. It was gone now and made him wonder if he'd really seen it. "Um, are you familiar with this place? No of course not." Wheatley shook his head the way he did when he knew his idea was a bad one. "But where would we go? I mean, this field- it's *huge!* I'm sure it isn't the only part of this world- or whatever this place is- but what if night falls and we're still walking and- oh what if there are animals?! I've never seen an animal before. I wouldn't know what to do!" His mind was whirring with questions and scary answers. He could hear the circuitry humming in his own head. "*System overload. Emergency cooldown in 5...-*" "No no no no no! That is not necessary!" He pressed his hands to his ears in a slightly desperate gesture. "*Stalemate detected. Instructions?*" The tinny voice didn't sound the least bit sincere. Whoever created it obviously didn't really care. "Cancel cooldown?" Wheatley looked sheepishly at the man. "*Cooldown cancelled.*" "Good." He let out a slight sigh of relief. "Sorry about that. There has to be some kind of setting inhere somewhere to turn that off. Anyways. Forget the animals. Let's go." He chuckled nervously and ran his hand through his hair making it stick up again. "I'll figure it out on the way." He was talking the way he did when he had no idea what he was doing. Overconfident and reassuring. Like he was trying to convince himself that he wasn't a moron and that he could figure this out if he tried hard enough. He hoped the man would interpret all of this as just being confused. Maybe even tack it under "nervous wreck of an android."

"Um, are you familiar with this place? No of course not. But where would we go? I mean, this field- it's huge! I'm sure it isn't the only part of this world- or whatever this place is- but what if night falls and we're still walking and- oh what if there are animals?! I've never seen an animal before. I wouldn't know what to do!" Wesker eyed the human with a rather are you that stupid gaze, so far he was starting to even regret approaching this man. He some confused everytime he asked a question, as if he was incapable of producing a solid thought that made sense. An then he kept contradicting himself as if scolding himself for saying something stupid, in reality Wesker didn't have to say it himself, so in a lot of ways he found this amusing in some small way. Probably whats left of his human side trying to hold on to something. Wesker was gonna say something when he heard a different voice emit somewhere from around the man. "System overload. Emergency cooldown in 5...-" Wesker watched as the man covered his ears desperately as he started to once again talk to himself. When he gave Wesker a rather sheepish grin he questioningly said cancel countdown, after that he seemed to calm down a bit as he said "Good" more to himself then anyone else. "Sorry about that. There has to be some kind of setting in here somewhere to turn that off. Anyways. Forget the animals. Let's go." Wesker looked at the man one more time, he would be lieing if he said this wasn't the first time he had meant a man such as this... an truth be told he had meant so many most whom he killed, freaks all of them, monsters in their own rights. But this man took the prize for most awkward. However he just shook his head and started to walk. As he walked he did speak, only once though in the end. "If there are any animals then they should be more afraid of me then I of them..." Hopefully that would shut him up, or perhaps he would shove his hand through this mans chest after all. Either way he would bide his time for now and roll with the punches until he found a way to get on top of whatever was going on here. After all he was not going to stay in this place forever, he had Chris Redfield to kill and a world to recreate. Maybe just maybe he would recreate this place if he in the end did not find his way back.

Whealtey looked a little dumbfounded as the man began to walk away. "If there are any animals then they should be more afraid of me then I of them..." "Right. Of course. Animals are nothing." He chuckled awkwardly, stumbling after the man. He took large steps to catch up. "I think we should introduce ourselves. "My name's Wheatley. I understand the humans typically have *last* names as well as first ones, but I only have the one. Fortunately, it seems to be rather uncommon." He fell in step with the man. Hid anxiety was beginning to fade. He fiddled with his tie as they walked along, the distraction allowing him to forget the flaming girl and her "opponents." He smiled, glad to not be alone. Glad that this might be going somewhere. That he might be able to rest peacefully for once in his long mechanic life. In the meantime, he dug his way through files in his hard drive, looking for the mysterious voice. He was embarrassed that it existed. Surely it was some kind of punishment from the insane AI, GLaDOS. But, like any Aperture Science invention, there had to be an off switch. So he continued to dig. Finally, he came across a file labeled *Emergency Cooldown Protocols.* He opened it and read the code without even seeing it. It seemed simple enough. Just switch this off... and this... and this... and- "*Emergency Cooldown Protocol customized. This function can no longer operate without administrator consent. Change Emergency Cooldown Protocol settings?*" "Yes." Wheatley smiled triumphntly. "*Emergency Cooldown Protocol customization applied. Thank you for choosing Aperture Science.*" "Not a problem, mate." He laughed. "No more weird voices. Sorry about that. First day in the new body." He flexed a thin arm for emphasis.

When the golden flames licked at his hands, Ivan recoiled in surprise. That acute sensation, the one that preceded smoldering agony—it was the prelude to burning. He quickly rubbed the embers off onto his shirt and stepped back until he was standing by the Tomislav. As Terra assaulted him verbally, every inch a dangerous threat, his face hardened. Pyro or not, it was clear that this fire-wielding maniac wasn't on his team. A giant hand reached down for the Tomislav's handle. He found himself suddenly clutched by someone else. For a moment his top-heavy body seemed liable to topple, but Ivan steadied himself and looked at the one who had grabbed him. Naturally, he was looking down; there were few he could not look down on, but this man (the one who had fallen from the sky) seemed even less impressive than most. Ivan's expression, for a few seconds, was one of surprise, but it twisted into a sadistic smile. This teeny tiny little man thought he could roughhouse him? That warranted immediate disillusionment. Still, for the moment the greater peril was Terra, so he contented himself with shoving Delsin again, this time more directly. Fortunately Delsin didn't seem too perturbed, since he immediately started talking to the scrawny one. Immediately thereafter a new stranger, one clothed in ominous black, started talking, and he and the scrawny one started moving away, all buddy-buddy. Ivan was momentarily stunned. Did these people not see that the firespitter was a major problem? He looked back at her and saw that she was still seething, ready to turn the next person who stepped toward her to cinders. “Hmph,” Ivan grunted, and in one fluid motion scooped up the Tomislav and brought it into firing position. Knowing that Terra would attempt to move forward and kill him immediately, he made sure that he was the first to fire. Bullets sprayed from the minigun's barrel toward the green-haired woman. That, however, lasted for only a moment. Quite out of nowhere, a long, thin object collided with his meaty shoulders and wrapped around his neck. His breath suddenly cut off, Ivan flinched, and the whip pulled him over onto his back. As he struggled on the ground to remove the entanglement -for he knew that if his first shots hadn't killed or debilitated Terra that she would likely immolate him- he caught a glimpse of the one who had assailed him. At first glance, it was a woman, but her legs were strangely contoured, her eyes glowing, and from the top of her cowl sprouted two hairless cat ears. Of course, the ears weren't her most attention-grabbing feature. “Careful there, big man,” she chided in some accent unknown to him, “Let's not kill each other until we figure out exactly what we're doing here, hmm?” “Aaaaaayada!”

(Notice: I still dont really feel up to posting but if I dont, I fear that we cant get further so...) **Delsin** Behind him he heard two, one of which the computer man, talk about moving. Looking at the two he noticed they indeed started to walk. "Ey, Hey, HEY! We need to stay together, HEY COME BACK" He yelled as he moved away from the golden flaming girl to try and stall the 2 that began to walk away. "HEY, LISTEN I THINK I FIGURED IT OUT HERE!" If the two did indeed stop to listen to his, hell even self proclaimed Crazy nut guess, he would start to say it to everyone there. "None of us are from this world, I know its one messed up crazy idea, but were all so freaking different that it seems like were all from different worlds or something" But if they kept walking he tried to keep up with them by running this time as he had no idea what kind of dash he would have right now. normally he would just figure it out by trying but even he was confused at his own guess. Once he was close by the two he would start to speak to just them, hoping his most illogical crazy person theory would convince them. "Listen, I know this is like the most crazy guess possible, but look at us, its like were all from different worlds or something" He expected that no one would believe him, hell he hardly even believed it, what would be the explanation behind how this is possible, alien abduction?? He expected that they would start laughing at him in his face, call him names and what not, but if it kept this rag tag group together. none the less about what choice the two walkers took about staying or walking further, he would end up saying this to both groups "Listen, like I said, the idea is nuts and crazy and even I dont believe it personally, but at least we all seem to be unfamiliar with this place so getting split up is like the worst idea we can do, better to stay close together at least till we all can figure out where the hell we are and what happened to get us all dropped here, even if this is due to some Conduit reality changer" That power idea made Delsin grin "man, I would like to take that power" (I hope we all can accept this conclusion, so I can continue of Delsin's sudden idea, yet also make him admit it sounds like a lunatic story so no one has to believe it and it is only a 'its like we were abducted by aliens' thought, so its all perfectly plot separated, I mean, no one would believe his story right XD, and its stil pretty far off from the real plot option) (if needed say so, then I will try to rewrite both posts, though I dont know what to do at this point now in that case) ------------------- **Aimi** A new green code system suddenly appeared between the 2 sides right after Delsin's tantrum. from the code a new person suddenly appeared, the girl looked around. "Sumimasen, do any of you know where I am?"

Wheatley stopped when The man started shouting after them. He turned to look at him with a slightly guilty expression. He listened as the man explained his theory. It made some sort of logical sense. At least it made more sense than anything he could come up with. He'd decided awhile ago now that this was not GLaDOS' doing. "Eh-heh... Right. We should probably stick together... But I don't think I want to be incinerated for trying to help. Clearly, she doesn't want anything to do with any of us. Your crazy friend over there-" He pointed at the heavy man. "-is going to get us all killed. So I figured putting some distance between myself and Miss Fireball would be a smart thing to do. A win-win situation. She doesn't have to see me and I don't have to get incinerated." He chuckled and ran a hand through his hair. Now that he thought about it, it sounded selfish. But it also sounded logical. But, then, when has *anything* Wheatley has ever done been *logical?*

Wheatley looked back at the man with glowing eyes. They weren't glowing now and that calmed Wheatley. "What do you think? I mean, I think we're all pretty much on the same page about the whole not-wanting-to-get-incinerated thing, but what do you think about perhaps bringing a few others along? I mean, this bloke seems to understand that it might be dangerous to be alone in a place he's never been to." Whealtey began to wring his hands, his eye brows forming an uneasy crease. He knew that this man thought the rest of the lot were dumb. He'd made that pretty apparent. But perhaps sticking together really was the logical way to handle this. He began to feel his head heating up with the building stress uncertainty never failed to bring. He knew it probably meant he was overheating again. Thinking tended to do that to him. "I-I'm not chickening out... I just think I was being a *teensy* bit selfish just a moment ago. Most of these people haven't done anything wrong. It would be rude of me to just up and leave 'em here with the Living Furnace over there."