The agent peered at Bee. Suit, Robot Arm. He noted the similarities to his contact as he watched Bee eat his sugary treat. ...Meeting place firmly established. Time to confirm. "What was the order?" The man in the suit inquired of Bee.

Samus was dumbfounded, to say the least. She'd actually never been mistaken for a machine before, so she was unsure of what to think, so she acted. She held Okuu out and gave ample time for her to hover, and did her best to get away from the situation. "I'm not a robot or a mister. It's also not a 'control rod', it's a highly advanced beam weapon. Look, I'd like to get to know you, but I need to do some scans so my suit stops blaring alerts in my ear." Gaunt grinned at Ajax showing reason. "Well, every sector like this is unstable, beach or no beach. There are a few anchored sections that don't change, Munden's being in one of them. But the majority of the city is constantly changing. And the name's John Gaunt, or Grimjack if you'd prefer my street name. But you may as well look around, the dragon said your next destination may be a while before it aligns with the city."

"I am a Keyblade wielder." Sonus sighed as Akira began his flurry of questions. "Your outfit appears to be of similar nature to the samurai of Feudal Japan." He looked to Steve, who was slowly backing away. Steve laughed nervously before turning and running. As he was running, he ran into a black stick figure. "Sorry." he said, standing and offering them his hand. "You've had the swords since you appeared here." Sonus replied again. "Yes, you're in the Multiverse." He then watched Akira test his swords. "Impressing power." he smirked. "But you think you can take me on?" He held out his hand, a katana-like Keyblade appearing in his hand.

"But if yer not a robit, what are you?", Cirno swung herself upwards, flopping atop her pauldron and clambering further up, draping herself over Samus' helmet and pressing her face against the hunter's visor, frosting it up with her breath, "What kind of scans? What suit? Mister Kourin has a suit an' he calls it a tux-ee-doo, but I dun think it beeps and his, uh...", she pulled herself off and made two right angles with her fingers and thumbs, squinting that for a moment before pressing her face back onto Samus' visor, "...left sleeve is too short but nobody tells him cuz it would hurt his feelings kind of like yours or maybe your right one is too long cuz it covers up your hand does it get in the way?"

"The order was a strawberry sundae." Bee replied, taking another spoonful. He stared blankly at the man he'd dubbed 'Baldy' in his head, awaiting further questions.

The Bald Agent simply stared at Bee for a good five seconds as he answered his question. He slightly pushed up his black shades, setting the shades to process any verbal or facial tics. Strawberry Sundae. Keyphrase confirmed. ...Facial tics are normal. This is Contact 'Paperclip'.. The Agent thought to himself, as he straightened out his tie, knowing that this man was clearly the assigned contact. He gave a simple nod to Bee. "Smith." He said as he extended out his right hand for a shake. "Follow me. This hub of civilized people is incredibly unstable, we shall head to a part which won't be torn apart." He paused for a moment reflecting on the silliness of his statement, even his Contact wouldn't come over something that ridiculous. After pausing for a moment he quickly spoke in a rather deadpan voice, "That was a joke." 'Smith' slowly laughed a monotone chuckle. "I suggest we visit a tailor. I know a good one in the area."

"My friends call me Bee." he replied, shaking the fellow suit's hand. "Anyways, a tailor? Sure." Bee gobbled of his ice cream in a few oversized bites, then slipped on his jacket, and placed seven of his twelve dollars on the counter. As he walked away, he winced, and started rubbing his temple.

Ah excellent. 'Smith' adjusted his suit's tie yet again as he gave a small smile at the fellow Agent. "Yes, they are a fine tailor." Smith gestured for Bee to follow. Walking a brisk pace, he began heading to an industrial center, where the sky was covered by large streams of soot. The streets were busy with various peoples, some were buying some cheap-meats from small and damaged stalls. Others were laboring away, carrying over-sized crates and marching into the factories. Some of these crates were covered, others were not. Most of the crate-carriers, which had the open crates were dealing in matters of scrap-metal. Smith passed through this section rather quickly. Upon hitting the outskirts of the industrial section, he peered from side to side as he noticed a small building. Ah, there we are. It was not an impressive building, and was designed solely for efficiency and not at all to be aesthetically pleasing. It was here where Smith stopped, as he pointed at it. "Ah, here's the tailor shop." He walked up towards the door, which was a thick metal slab, with a light bronze section for the keyhole. And above it laid a small shutter. Smith turned to Bee as he paused for a moment, "First time at the tailors?" He inquired of Bee, as he knocked on the metal door, each knock giving a loud pang. ----- Rattlesnake Jack just, sort of stared at the Wizard. "Riiiiight er, I ou-" He began taking a step away, as he gestured towards the group, signalling for them time to go. Mayonnaise the Mad Wizard was not amused, as he began shaking his gnarled metal staff wildly. "I PROMISED SHINY BAUBLES! A HEROIC QUEST CAN'T WAIT FOR HEROES OF YOUR CALIBER! I SHALL OPEN A GATEWAY TO A WORLD OF MUCH TREASURES, ALL OF WHICH WILL BE YOURS! THERE ARE FIELDS LINED WITH GOLD IF YOU DIG DEEP ENOUGH! THE ORES ARE ALL LINED WITH GREAT TREASURES, AND ALL I ASK IN RETURN IS FOR BUT A MERE KEG. AN OAKEN BARREL KEG, CONTAINING A FINE ELIXIR MMMYESS!" He began twirling through his greasy beard as he grinned at Jack. Rattlesnake Jack paused for a moment, "...ALL the Treasure you say? Make a good deal slick, buuuut, I'd reckon I oughta check with other folks if'n they wanna tag alo-" The Wizard flung out his free hand which was covered in grime and sludge. "Yes, take the time you need..."

Chell had seen the encounter between Bee and Smith. Looking at the pair, she followed them out of the building but then turned the opposite direction. Seeing another group of people, she approached them. She didn't feel like talking and hoped one of them would recognize her. Runner looked at Jack before shaking her head with a sigh. "Crazy boy." She turned to walk away from the group, only to nearly run into Chell. "Uh, hi." she said, looking her over. Seeing the pair of portal devices, she tilted her head. "You're Chell but you have more than you have in the games. It was then Steve ran into her. He apologized and offered his hand, which she took to pull herself up. "Go in the tavern, Steve." she said, a bit annoyed at him. Looking at the black stick figure that was somehow talking to her, she nodded before looking at Alpha and Jack. She pointed at 2 blank walls, creating her portals from the gun in her right hand. She then pointed the gun in her left hand down the street and pulled the first trigger, letting the blue Repulsion Gel spray. She took a couple steps and fired the orange Propulsion Gel. Runner looked at the two types of gel with a smile. "She ran around the group in circles for a bit before speeding down the Propulsion Gel, activating her flow to further increase her speed. She slid to a stop by the beach, seeing 2 more people. Watching them, she could see they were both fan-made characters from Bleach and Kingdom Hearts. And it seemed the Keyblade Wielder had challenged the other guy.

Rattlesnake Jack raised an eyebrow at the un-natural creature, as she called him crazy. "Ain't the first time lady?" Rattlesnake Jack paused in contemplation, wondering whether or not that thing could reasonably be counted as a lady. "...Thing, really. But if'n you were a lady, ain't the first time lady-folk 'ave questioned me on the mat-" WHAM! The sound of the metal stick striking against the asphalt below made a sound which disturbed Rattlesnake Jack's line of thought. Mayonnaise the Deranged Hermit narrowed his eyes, shifting some flakes of skin which fell from his eyebrows. Strangely some of it began floating in the wind, probably some mushroom spores that got caught within his savage locks."Heroes!" he shouted out, as he coughed out a large chunk of phlegm, as he continued snorting and wheezing. Catching the phlegm in his left hand he wiped it through his beard as he stared at Jack and Alpha. "My task is but a simple one, and you shall get treasures untold! If you accept I shall open a gateway to the world where you shall retrieve the keg with the miraculous elixir." He said as he began brushing through his beard with his fingers. Rattlesnake Jack just stared rather confused at the man, "Right, so uh, how'll we get back? After I get my fill of looting done, and he gets... whatever he wants to do down there, I'd suppose." Rattlesnake Jack idly pointed out his left thumb at Alpha. The mysterious wizard began tapping his elongated fingernails upon each other, "That is the easy part. All you have to do is tell my contact, I do have an associate there, that THE WANDERER CALLS. Mmmmyesss" The Wizard began grinning, as he paused for a moment, "Though of course you'll need to know what they look like, and I have long since forgotten the appearance of my associate there. ...They are most likely still there, I did get a letter from them recently. Just pester anyone and everyone with THE WANDERER CALLS. Make it a part of your introduction, you'll find the associate." ----- The shutter above the metal door quickly slid open, as a pair of cybernetic red eyes focused upon Agent 'Smith' and Bee. "Ah! Smith! Brought the new guy. Cool!" The door quickly swung open as 'Smith' gestured for Bee to follow him inside. Smith walked inside, as he cocked his head back to face him, "Alright, well, welcome aboard. If you need an actual tailor we've got one, but they are currently on break. Anyone, I'm sure you got the paperwork. We'll need to make sure you get your ID Card ready, and make sure we've gone over some other basic essentials." The inside of the room was rather plain, at least the main-hallway of the building. It was nothing more than concrete walls and floors, that were kept a lit with bright fluorescent light. Smith paused for a moment, "Ah yes, you need to meet the team-mates here. You met me, but..." Smith pointed back towards the door which quickly shut with a loud slam. He peered as he pointed at a rather strange looking thing. It was a Imp that, was mostly cybernetic in nature. From its back were twelve long spiny tendrils which were hooked into the walls. It spun its head in a 360 degree fashion, showing quite possibly the only non-roboticized feature of the creature. An orange head with two sickly yellow horns spurting out from its temple. It peered with its red cyber-eyes as it wiggled one of its tendrils out to wave at Bee, instead of using one of its stubby claws. "Heyo! I'm Scrap, nice to meet you new guy. Oh, Smith you have his assignment?" 'Smith' nodded, "Quite, but before I take him to it, I need to give him a basic tour of the facilities. Besides being new here, I think he is fairly new to the organization over-all." Smith glanced back at Bee, "Unless of course you really want to get into the mission. I wouldn't blame you." ---- An old man was sitting on a local bench. He appeared happy and in bliss, zenly tossing large amounts of bird-seed. Pigeons from the area flew by to participate in this delicacy. He idly tapped on his penny-loafters as he spoke in a rather calm voice, "Ah hello David..." He said to one of the pigeons he would see everyday, who was noticeable due to a large scar on its left wing. The man smiled some more as he tossed out a bit more seed. Suddenly one of the birds flew away, at the same-time a strange looking boy pulled out an even stranger looking weapon. His eyes widened as he knew what was going to happen. It was not going to be a good day for this old man.

Rawk turned to leave the group. He wasn't really in an ice-cream mood. He just wanted to make sure that Okuu didn't hurt herself. Now that he was satisfied, he walked off. "Welp, it was nice seeing you again, Samus. Make sure those two don't hurt themselves." Rawk said, the last sentence said with a joking tone. Rawk knew the Bounty Hunter hated taking orders, and that she most certainly wouldn't want to deal with the two who were marveling at her Power Suit. However, Rawk ran into another familiar face. However, the familiar face had more capability than what he remembered. Rawk walked up, using his still-elongated scepter as a walking staff of sorts. "Ah, Chell. Fancy seeing you of all people here." Rawk said. He looked her over. "Still carrying around the Aperture Science Weighted Companion Cube? Well, I suppose it serves as a nice memento of the good times and bad you spent at the Aperture Science Enrichment Facility. Wonder how GLaDOS is doing after the second game..." Link, meanwhile, had stepped into the bar, walking past Ajax and Grimjack. He walked up to the rather short bartender, who reminded him of Romani and Malon. Two perfect facsimiles of each other, yet existing in different locations. "Excuse me, but do you only sell standard alcohol? Or do you perhaps have a certain drink from the land of Termina called The Chateau Romani Special?" Link looked around the bar as he talked. The place wasn't the cleanest bar he'd been to, but it was also a step up from a lot of bars he'd seen in this place. Link wondered where he'd seen Bee walking off to, as he'd seen the swordsman walking off. Link turned back to the bartender, some part of him hoping that him asking wouldn't lead to another fetch quest, as some of his past lives had done before. Then again, a little something to do might be nice...

'Oh shit, I joined a bunch of James Bonds. Act cool, dude. Act cool.' Bee thought to himself. "I'm fine either way, Mr. Smith. If we got the time, I wouldn't mind seeing the important places." he said, trying to repress a huge grin. Being a secret agent was going to be so cool. SO COOL.

Link was correct in his assumption, it was a rather nasty dive bar. The interior was heavily invested in decorations involving mangled pieces of metal. On the wall right behind the bartender was a mounted head of a rather spooky reptilian creature. It was attached on a nice mahogany plaque, the outside of it was gilded in chains. The various booze choices stood behind on a rack which looked as if it was stolen from some labratory. On the right of the barstool was a large blast-door that was vandalized into having several squatter symbols on it. The bartender stared at Link as she peered at the small stage which was being prepared for a local punk band. It was being handled by an gorilla. She glanced back at Link, "Chateu Romani? That milk one, yea, we go-" She found herself interrupted as there was a loud pounding against the blast-door. A skeletal figure appeared from the restroom situated next to it, and began the complicated fiddling of opening the door. Emerging from it was a torso of a man in black armor, who had a pair of legs sticking out from his cylinder like helmet. As soon as this figure rolled out, the skeletal creature quickly shut back the door. The bartender stared at Link, "Basement. Yeah, things happen there. Anyway yeah we got that." ---- Agent Smith just stared at Bee as he adjusted his tie. He reached into his suit as he checked the envelope he had earlier. He quickly returned it as he gave a nod at Bee. "It isn't too time sensitive, that I couldn't spare the time to give you a tour." He glanced at Bee for a moment. "So you hungry? Before I get you your proper ID card, I could go for a bite. I'll show you the cafeteria." He said with a nod a he began heading over there.

"You can get something if you want. I just ate, remember?" Bee said, following behind his fellow secret agent. That said, he bet secret agents had good food. Or they subsisted on martinis and cigarettes. Hell if he knew.

He actually ate it? Well hopefully he wasn't compromised. Smith simply nodded, "Of course you did." Smith paused as he reached a forked hallway with seven split ways, all of which maintained the same plain grey feel as the initial entrance. "But before that I should get your paperwork and ID all up to snuff." He said as he went down the fifth hallway. "How new are you to the operations?"

"I'm brand new. Like, super new." Bee said, paying little mind to the hallway walls, seeing how boring and gray they were. If this payed, he'd look into getting some paint for this place, maybe some wallpaper. "Oh, hey. Do I get a car when I join?" he asked.

Smith just stared at Bee, "Transport are usually assigned on a mission by mission basis. There's a lot of paperwork to do before you get the transport. And it is rather thorough." He continued walking down the hall until he passed by a pod which glowed a sickly yellow. Smith stepped up to the keypad as he typed out a seemingly random series of numbers. The cylindrical pod doors hissed open as Smith gestured to Bee. "Just step on in, and this shall take you to the training department, where you can gain your identification card, and where you can ask any questions you like. I'll follow after you go through." Wasn't 'Paperclip' supposed to be a more experienced agent? Possibly an ex-employee of a different agency? ...Strange, I really should go over the paperwork to confirm this.Smith pondered to himself, slightly nervous on the matter.

"Sure thing, friend." Bee stepped inside the pod. He struck a mummy pose, crossing his arms over his chest in an X. "Alright, launch me!"

As Bee entered the pod, and struck the pose, the doors hissed back shut. The pod glowed a little, as a female robotic voice spoke up in an overly cheerful voice. "Destination: Training Center." The pod quickly shot down, and in a process of a little less than three minutes it reached its destination. The pod doors hissed open as the interior of, at least part of the training center was visible. It was a rather high-tech looking room with tons of gadgets, many of which may have just been there for flavor. It was unlike the concrete rooms he had seen earlier, and were colored in bright reds and light blacks. In front of Bee stood another rather professional looking individual. She was dressed in a black skirt suit, complimented by light brown stockings and a pair of black heels. Her blond hair, which was obviously dyed, if one spotted her black roots was pulled back into a pony-tail. Around her neck was a pair of neon pink headsets. She adjusted her bright blue tie, as she extended out her hand for a shake. She was chewing a piece of bubble-gum, which she blew into a small bubble before popping it. "Name's Akiko. Right then, as with all new recruits I imagine you have several questions?"

It would be obvious to almost anyone that Samus did not want company at the moment, and even more so that she did not want to carry Okuu. Okuu, however, was more 'almost' than 'anyone', and thus remained attached to the power suit. Instead of getting off when Samus extended her arms, Okuu held Samus tight around the chest area to stabilize herself. As she did so, she waved at Rawk who had stopped by and then left very quickly. "No, no, you need to really wrap your arms under me or else I might fall," said Okuu in her normal, friendly tone. It felt nice to know more about something than someone. Okuu continued to smile sweetly up at Samus and Cirno. Even though Okuu didn't know how to do very much, it was nice that she seemed to be making some friends at a good pace. "Anyways, mister not-mister not-robot, did you say bean weapon? Like adzuki beans? Can you make anko with it? What about oshiruko? Or daifuku? Can you do scans while you tell me a story?"