Lilith and Shantae

Thankfully Lex Luthor did answer Lilith's question, although not with words but with action. Another button was pressed, and the table from before lit up with a holographic image. Sarah was shown and it appeared as if she was in some sort of playroom and sitting in front of a tv with some sort of action movie playing on it, all the while the blonde woman that they saw earlier standing beside her. It seemed like the girl was totally fine but what caught Shantae's eye was that her arms were down by her side for some reason, and that reason she assumed that she was being held hostage so she asked about this. "Hey you don't happen to have her being forcefully held captive are you?" She asks in a suspicious and determined tone.

Lilith took note of this fact and started to ponder on the fact, Lex honestly seemed like he wasn't the most trustworthy person and maybe this Superman guy he has been talking about was actually the hero of this story, she wanted to discuss this with someone but she obviously didn't want Lex to hear about this as she didn't want to end up in the same room as Sarah. She floated over to the nearby sword welding fox known as Grey and asked to talk about something.

"Hey uh...can we talk about something, y'know...in private?"

@Thatguyinastore@Attesa

Joel hadn't said anything for a while now. The man had just seen his daughter disappear in front of him, after finding out that she'd been unwillingly taken into some conflict against a super powerful alien beast. His daughter, who he hadn't seen for twenty fucking years... she was gone again, just like that. The display of her safely in a room watching a movie seemed to ease his concerns a little bit - as did the words of those around him.

He didn't say anything for a while. But eventually, what he did do was glance up toward Maisha... and give a single nod.

@QizPizza

Things were moving fast, people already taking to leadership. No issue for him, Cloud wasn't that sort of leader anyways. He knew where he would be, clearly the strike team. With his strength it would be useless to have him anywhere else. Plus... Sephiroth might be a pain in the ass, but Cloud can usually count on the fact he won't actually kill him or let him be killed. If Superman was so strong, maybe he could give Seph a run for his money. Either way, things would go so much easier if he was on the battle field.

"It'd be stupid not to put me out there on the field. You don't need a summary of what I can do."

Cloud had his arms cross, leaning on a wall as he nodded his head towards his sword. What else did he have to say? If no one could assume what he did based on his looks than they weren't that bright. Small man, big sword, it's very clear to him. Then again, everyone doubts him and his abilities. Wouldn't be the first time he was underestimated. The merc couldn't speak for his "friend" Sephiroth, but he assumed he'd end up on the same team. It's not like he would help them with information at all, the fact he's still tolerating all this is amazing. That's a lot of restraint for him, he'd expect some huge performance but instead the others are hogging the spot light.

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"Count me in with Blondie over there, you could use the strength of an angel to hold him still at the very least. Unless there's some murder investigation I don't think my charms will come in handy."

Lucifer was staying towards the back, liking how much personal space he could have back there. His services could be used for a lot! But he could fly, was very durable, and also had super strength. So while he may not have the most fancy of powers, they would be enough to withstand Superman. Hopefully. Either way he could make things a lot easier, even if it meant taking a lot of damage. He was an angel after all! He could just sit back after and heal, it'll be fine...

"Not to mention I can also fly, you'll definitely need help up there."

The sooner he goes home the better, this was all nonsense but if things were that desperate then fine. Sometimes a hero lives to see their powers twist their world upside down, taint them and their soul and corrupt their very being. A sad sight, to witness a once loved protector turn into the prosecutor they once fought. Such is life though, nothing that wouldn't happen anyways. The tides of fate were cruel, but even the brightest of starts collapse. All that was left was to clean up after a cruel natural order. Fighting it only drags you down deeper, that much Lucifer has learned.

Negan had been watching everything unfold thus far from the back. Unlike the glass cage - Negan really just... didn't have much to say here, really. The man was sort of out of his league here, which was something he'd soon realized. I mean- taking down some super powered, homicidal alien man? Negan was just a dude with a bat (and some hefty nuts).

But Negan also knew what these people were capable of. He'd seen it all in the cage. Giant robots, lethal stop sign guns... yeah. There was a lot of leg room here. And besides - he was sure that there would be more skulls to crack than that giant aliens. After all, he's gotta have some kinda minions, right?

"Well, you can count my happy little ass in with the Strike Team."

Negan said, before making his way over to whichever group that was, Lucille in hand all the while.

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Grey's about to talk to someone about joining one of the proposed teams when a ghost girl comes up to him and asks if she can talk to him. We're doing ghosts now? Okay, yeah, sure, we're doing ghosts now. Somehow this night keeps finding new ways to surprise him.

"Uhh... sure!" he smiles at her warmly, walking off to the side of the room out of earshot of everyone else and motioning for her to follow. "What did you want to talk about? And... who are you, anyway?"

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So as Red pondered about Lex's words, there may just be hope after all? As she kept thinking about the tension and the stakes - which she seemed to believe - there were but three who spoke up amid the entire group. Their goal? To organise multiple (three to be exact) distinct teams to deal with their alien opponent. There was the strike team for sheer power, the information team to gather intel on the situation and their opponents, and the tactical team which applies said intel gathered! All they need to do is work together in these set-ups and they get to go home. That was all from 'one' of these three men who outlined the plan, the other two consisting of a familiar 'Sun-Head' and what appeared to be an experienced if somewhat weathered traveller. Though she bore a lot of concerns as they even reached this point, Red couldn't help but manage a smile of confidence - and respect. Someone had to take charge after all, but a joint effort of three total strangers? Now this is a treat! Yet, as people file into these teams based on what they are capable of, there's still so many people... Red couldn't help but laugh.

"Now this, this makes me proud. Wish I had this sheer confidence." She spoke aloud - and though she shot herself metaphorically in the heart with these words alone, and dampening her own confidence down even further, she respected the hell out of this - a bit too much. But yet... how could she be mad? "This seems like a bit much though. I kmow we're going up against some kind of... alien protector who is 101% superpowered, but I can't help but feel like we're individually outclassed if that ever comes up..." Her voice laced with worry, she sighed and shook her head and glanced to the trio once more - a man in a spider suit, a second superhero towering above both the other two, and then the adventurer - where her attention finally rested.

"...Though then again, we clearly ain't got a choice if this is our only shot at getting out of here. Guess we're frying a superhuman in the near future, eh? You 'sure' you can handle all this organising by yourself?" With her words alone, Red metaphorically extended a helping hand where she could - and though she wasn't sure what group she originally would reside in, Red ultimately settled into the tactical team - though she lacks a lot of power to wind up on the strike team or the means to gather intel safely for the information team, the tactical team would be the best of fits for her modest arsenal... if you can even call it an arsenal.

As the rest of his compatriots went on, Kira focused only on his drink, one arm holding the glass and folded securely over the other. He had all the time in the world to observe his fellows through the glass, polished so expertly it may as well have been open air; and if he'd played his cards right, they would have no reason to try anything foolish. Still, he raised an eyebrow as three of the group took charge and began to divvy up their ensemble like a herd of schoolchildren. While the prospect irritated him, if he desired to remain on the pleasant side of their scrutiny, it would likely be his best bet to dance along with them for the moment, stomach the urge that lay innate in his heart until such a time that he could satisfy it - all the more satisfyingly, of course.

Still, that raised the question of where exactly Yoshikage Kira would fit into this jigsaw puzzle, disjointed and infantile as it was. The three men spoke of a team for tactica, one for reconnaissance, and one to form the hammer in contrast to the others' scalpel. His drink nearly depleted, Kira weighed up his options, carefully as he had always ensured he did - he would likely be of little use to the reconnaissance team, equally so with the team dedicated to tactica, although serving amongst them would do well to hide him from the prying eyes of his teammates. Still, if he was to be of service, Killer Queen's strength lay in raw, unmitigated power, be it via explosives, the brutalizing power of Sheer Heart Attack, or merely its striking power in close combat, although Kira always preferred to keep his fists clean. With those options considered, Kira knocked back the rest of his drink and proceeded to the clump of bodies that formed the Strike Team.

"I suppose I'll be of the most use to our cause here. Shall we proceed, then? I don't know about you gentlemen, but I'd like to return home at the earliest possible convenience."

Bardock had remained quiet for the most part, all the while attempting to stand as far away from the core group as he could, at the back of the pack so to speak. He wasn't exactly the most social person as is, and as things stood, he had too many questions going around in his mind to make conversation right now...even if he did want to talk to anyone. He'd already got some answers from listening to Lex talk, such as why they were all here for example, but he still ones relating more to his situation specifically. The saiyan huffed a sigh, assuming he wouldn't be getting those for a while, so, to hell with it. Why not have a good fight while he's here, hmm? It's not like he's got too much of a choice on the matter. It's help, or lose whatever chance he's got at getting out of the hellhole he arrived from and actually going home. Letting his tail uncurl from around his waist, Bardock took a few steps forward, attempting to finally speak up.

"Tch. I'll help. Not like I've got anything better to do." If the scowl on his face didn't quite say it, he wasnt thrilled at the idea of going back to 'bounty' work again, especially with where it left him last time. Thanks Frieza. However, the very same scowl soon enough shifted to a slight smirk of all things, with Bardock shifting to face Lex directly. "And if you know as much about us as you've led us to believe, you know I'm not going to turn down a good fight like this one." With that said, Bardock turned away to figure out which of the groups was the 'strike team', before proceeding to the very group. All the while thinking of the fight to come with the man Lex refered to as superman. Some of what he could do wasn't too new to the saiyan, flying, being incredibly strong. Honestly it almost sounded like he was a saiyan himself, especially with how he was acting now. The Though if he's anything as strong, if not stronger than Mira was when the two clashed, then maybe he'd get a chance to fight with the power of a Super Saiyan once again. He wasn't just going to not do it again, right?

“I’ll do it.”

Something in the pit of Otto’s gut wasn’t fine with this turn of events. He was quiet because he calculated exactly what the hell was happening on screen. His best guess, without even listening to Luthor: goody-two-shoes goes megalomaniacal to try and make ‘the best world possible’. He’s seen it happen, after all. So he had no reason to doubt Lex, other than the extremely sour vibes he was getting. Game, as a phrase welling up from Peter’s memory indicated, recognized game. He didn’t know what Luthor would gain from this other than some form of clout, but he would figure that out in the field.

Spider-Man addressed the room. “We’ll need to compartmentalize. Preferably, we need an information team, a tactical team, and a strike team for the final blow. Information discovers anything and everything we can use in the coming fight, tactical will consist of people capable of applying that information, and strike, well, I won’t demean you all by explaining that. I will feature on all three teams, and some overlap is no doubt necessary, but this is based on skills, not affability. You’ll only need to work with these people just this once, and then we all go home.”

Something kept Otto from nominating himself leader over all the operations. He was going to have to get that checked out later. But taking a stance of authority amidst chaos felt so damn GOOD.

@Thatguyinastore

Dris paused from their questioning, to look up. Some members of the group were beginning to speak up... and now THAT had the little rat's attention.

All Might

Toshinori Yagi

The tension in All Might’s body seemed to ease slightly at seeing that Sarah was safe, though he did cast a glance back towards Joel where Doomguy had him restrained, curious to see if he was satisfied. Whatever the answer would be, the retired hero felt it best to move onto the subject at hand: Superman.

But he was beat to the punch this time, and by what appeared to be a fellow hero. He listened quietly as Spider-Man proposed his plan, giving an approving nod towards the end.

”That seems as wise a plan as any. This Superman seems to be quite the foe, one we can’t hope to defeat unless we pool our resources and allocate each to the most appropriate task.” he began, stepping up to address the gathered group more out of habit than attempting to claim a leadership role. ”While I wholeheartedly disagree with Mr. Luthor’s methods, the threat — and our own personal stake in this — is quite clear. This young man has proposed three teams; Information, Tactical, and Strike. I agree with this division of skills. Those of you who are willing to take Mr. Luthor’s offer: I would like to request that you state whatever powers or skills you have to contribute to this mission, or perhaps just which team you feel best suited to be on.”

“And, of course, if you’ve got any better ideas than this, feel free to speak up.”

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Dris... liked the sound of that. Frankly, they thought they'd be perfect for intelligence gathering. It was always their specialty, what with having to slink around cult members their whole life...

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Satisfactory answers, less than ideal troubles.

As he stood back and waited, a woman, who he didn't recognize from the original group which had been trapped in the cage made herself known and present to everyone, specially by specifically making use of his previous points (even if it was in a more informal manner).

He nodded amicably to the woman, soon enough returning to the conversation at hand while feeling slightly nervous at the defensiveness of his partner. There was more messes in-between, including a silly, familiar face he was glad to see up to his amusing shenanigans and accidental innuendos.

Regardless, the conversation was able to move back into business at Lex's behest as he just about satisfiedevery single inquiry that had been done from visuals to explanations... yet, the cleric remained somewhat wary, but would attempt to cooperate from here onwards at least a bit. Expression remaining unreadable, he split from his support of the wall, more willing to engage with the business at hand from the display of transparency (If still not trusting the intentions of Luthor just yet).

First, someone tried to take leadership of affairs with a solid (if basic) plan, only to his nekomata to assert her independance and displaying her flawless shapeshifting to accentuate the point of her uselfulness... the cleric could only smile wryly, scratching his cheek for a moment before letting a sigh escape his lips.

This feeling of wryness would only intensify as the eccentricly-dressed woman teased Berit over her possessiveness... The duke knew what he would need to do later, but that came after addressing the plans first. Following up was a buff man who supported the initial plan from their fellow eccentricly-dressed men (What is up with so many skin-tight suits...).

"I do have a suggestion, and that is to further separate the categories into smaller groups that are meant to compliment lacking shortcomings between members, or emphasize affinities. To lead a big group of people or even three without further sub-divisions will get messy quickly, and though I have the experience, asserting yourself to be a group leader without knowing its members is a fool's errand... and not everyone will have the same level of energy and cooperation." He looked towards his partner for a moment, a pleading look which implied a request of cooperation before turning back to a more confident expression.

"Above that, as demonstrated by Berit here and her flawless shapeshifting, the tactical side specifically will need sub-divisions to be effective and make full use of available skills." His body language and hand-gestures showed resolve and confidence, punctuating specific and relevant words as he spoke, from waving to pointing to fluid motions, etc.

"We should also do two more things" Finally starting to leave his corner of the window and walking towards the middle of the room with two fingers raised, he stared at the rest of the crowd with confidence.

"First, we need to reserve the watch usages for emergencies, if we are being limited to three usages, the last thing one should do with a device akin to teleportation and 'summoning' all at once is waste it." His first finger lowered, only leaving his index raised.

"We'll need to define the implications of the categories and commit to paper or some registered way as to what each person can do, and organize the teams accordingly... to do lesser will be messy, and if we are doing something akin to bounty-hunting someone powerful, the last thing we should do is be sloppy." Finally, a slightly tired sigh escaped the duke's lips before looking around the crowd, moving towards the counter and leaning with his back against it in a relaxed manner.

"Any further suggestions or complaint about my own?" Politeness returned to his tone after the speech was finished, a small and nice smile on the man's lips as he waited in silence.

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Dris turned their head towards Hershel, their ears actually perking up as he spoke... Frankly, they liked the way he thought! It reminded them so SO dearly of... their old pack master, Ecret... Their... father...

... Maybe being trapped here was a little more distressing than they originally percieved.

Nonetheless, they creeped around the Chosen Hunter, and creeped just a little bit closer, intrigued.

"... Hershel man-thing...? You chitter wise words, yes..." Dris lowly spoke, before diverting their attention back up to the Chosen Hunter.

Who knew a man-thing could be smart. Sure they weren't smart like rat folk, but there was still SOME intelligence.

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It's a good thing Grey agreed to talk with her because she really wanted to bring this up with some one, she would've talked about this with Shantae but she would've assumed that she already knew Lex wasn't what he says anyway so this whole talk with her would've been arbitrary, so se decided to have this discussion with him since she thinks he wasn't fully aware of Lex's intent yet, plus this would be a pretty good way to get to know someone since they haven't really gotten to know each other since they only interaction they had was knowing of each other's exitance.

Both Grey and Lilith went over to the side of the room were they were out of ear-shot from everyone else, just how Lilith would want it because she didn't want Lex to hear this, and now he asked for a name and what she wanted to talk about. "Lilith." She said before looking off to the side. "Right...about Luthor." She then looked back to Grey and gave him the whole story.

"I uh...don't think we should trust him. I mean I already didn't feel super comfortable before he just casually wiped that girl out of the room and brought her somewhere else, but now that he's done that I just...can't believe a thing he says, I think we should stick by this 'Superman' guy he was talking about instead." Lilith then stops for a bit before looking over to Lex, who Shantae was still having her little discussion with before starting back up again.

"I know I may be jumping to conclusions and all but...I'm usually not the confidant type ether but I'm sure he's up to something." So now it was her time to wait and see if Grey 100% agreed with her or if he thought she was crazy.

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Grey nods in approval of Lilith's doubt. "This guy's giving off a creepy vibe to me, too. I don't know what his real plans are, but I feel like he wants something more than just some super-powerful alien dead. But I wouldn't team up with some freak using his powers to destroy the city out there, either." The fox sighs, resting his head on his fist. "Man... it feels like we can't trust anyone here. For all we know, both Superman and Lex are evil. Even some of the people we're teaming up with might have other things in mind," he grimaces.

But in a moment, Grey's face turns from serious to somewhat cheerful. "I guess we'll all have to learn to trust each other." He reaches out a paw. "I'm Grey. Real original, I know. A friend named me that, 'cause I don't have any other name I can remember."

@Second2Last

Oh, it appears the little rat isn’t as primitive as he thought it out would be, ohoho, this will be all the more interesting now. Especially so after the rat has mentioned his… well, ‘less’ than human nature. An apparent side-effect of being transformed from a human to a ‘Chosen’ through the experiments the Elders had put him through, he would have hated such a thing even more, if it didn’t gave him so many new ways in order to combat. Especially in ways that he would otherwise wouldn’t have been able to do-so, not even in his entire lifetime. So it was a ‘fine’ investment in his part, other than the occasional nagging from the Elders to go do this, and go do that.

Only a smirk formed on his face, as he replied to his new ratty ‘friend’… saying out loud “Of course I am… I suppose it wasn’t obvious enough with the blue skin, sharp teeth, glowing purple eyes, and tall stature. Although, I suppose I am ‘half-human’ in that regard, but I was a former human nonetheless. The Hunter said, stopping somewhat as to hear more from the rat before responding. Ah, compensation, what he was gonna speak abo next, or rather, what he would now speak about. Only giving a small shrug, the ‘man’ responded with “Compensation must be rather great if we are facing against a seemingly ‘invincible’ individual, although, I bet that like any other person, he’s got a weakness to exploit. After all, no one is completely perfect. Let’s just see whether or not he is dumb enough to cover said weaknesses. Still, onto the topic of compensation once more, I suppose it would be rather grand, especially if it’s coming from someone who was capable of bringing us all from different places. After all, it would have cost some grand amount in order to get the materials needed. But I suppose the main part is if we manage to hunt this ‘big game’” The Hunter finished.

Now, while whether or not Luthor would actually give them something worth their time, but, staying here is already worth his time. So many choices of trophies to pick, and yet, if they were gonna be sent home immediately after claiming the head of this ‘Superman’, then he may as well find some way to get another prize. Perhaps a small talk with the man would suffice enough. The Hunter didn’t get to think much longer, as Dris went ahead to mention another human, with a ‘primitive phone’ of all things in their hands. Dhar-ll had forgotten that Advent had banned the usage of completely untracked and monitored devices for home use within the everyday lives of those ‘cattle’ in the cities. Wouldn’t want some misinformation being spread around causing painful after all.

The Hunter merely only gave a chuckle, before crouching back down to Dris’s level, pointing at Rindo’s phone and then saying “That thing he just used? It’s called a ‘smart phone’, although, clearly, it’s operated by a bunch of idiots back where I’m from. Doesn’t make them feel any smarter, only act like such. Nonetheless, the ‘Smart Phone’ is capable of taking ‘miniature art pieces’ with a simple snap of the button and a flash, in fact, he may as well be looking at a ‘image’ of you right now, sending it around for all his friends to see.” the Hunter finished, as he generally waited to see the response of Dris for the matter. In all honesty, he was pretty sure he gotten the description completely wrong now, but, what’s a little harm in some tomfoolery? Not like it would result in anything too bad for that matter, although, even with the little time he had spent with this group, he was pretty sure that the chances of a fight breaking out were plausible. And he would enjoy seeing that.

However, the skin-tight suit wearing superhero mentioned something about creating ‘teams’. Aw, how cute, little superhero finally got his chance to boss around people and throw around ideas as if they were bullets loaded within a Mec’s rifle. Although, it appears that everyone else seemed to be enjoying the idea of such a thing. And well, he wouldn’t want to miss out a chance to ‘show-off’ bit about their own skill set. May as well show a few cards from his deck now, but not too much, after all, wouldn’t wanna remove the element of surprise in the off-chance something would go wrong. Going back to his full-height, the Hunter merely went ahead to grab the large magnetic sniper rifle, Darklance, from his back, as he began to properly show-off his weapon, speaking at the same time.

“Neat little powers and abilities that you have there… although, it appears to be lacking something. Something greatly important here, the element of range, capable of shooting from afar, attacking at a distance at ranges that no close combat specialist can ever normally reach. Especially with this man’s ability of flight. But luckily for you-



“-I got exactly what you need. The Darklance, a highly accurate magnetic sniper rifle, capable of firing from miles away, and still retaining the kinetic energy needed to punch a large hole into just about anything. A single shot… all that it takes. Paired with my capability to land my shots, and you’ve got yourself a deadeye. Although, I’m not just a one-trick pony, because we all know how far those people go in life. He gave a sort of small grin while saying that, as if he expected the ‘team recruiters’ to get what he means. Placing the rifle back onto his back, he continued with “High mobility paired with a durable suit capable of sustaining even direct plasma shots without much damage to it, grapple hook system to maintain said mobility. Along with powers not bounded by regular equipment he said, with him raising his right hand, as it seemed to glow with a purple foggy hue as the psionic energy flowed within the concentrated point.

“My enhanced form is nothing to laugh at either, regeneration, immunity to impairments, perfect choice for a sniper who isn’t scared to get himself into a head on fight now. So might as well put me in the strike team already, unless you feel as if Im better pushing papers around and writing down someone’s favorite coffee store is a better place for me, but, if you do happen to come across any individuals who may harbor some information, then do pass them to me. After all, I have other ways of ‘interrogating’ someone, usually involves the way of the mind, so, being somewhat within the information team would suffice as well.” the Hunter said in a voice that awfully sounds like he was trying to sound menacing with such. But, closing his right hand, the energy dissipated into thin air, as he went back to a more casual pose. Was it completely unnecessary for all that right now? Yes, but, to the Hunter, it feels all but necessary to include. Plus, he wanted to ‘show-off’ after all.

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Grey gives Ben an odd look before realizing what he's talking about. "Huh? Oh!" His ears perk up. "I... guess? I don't really know where else to fit in all of this. Sounds like you guys are missing some members on the Information team, though. Maybe I should join that one, but I don't know if I'll be useful there..."

What a conundrum.

@Crow @Second2Last

Sonic was relieved to see the girl was safe and sound, and he hoped that would be enough to at least somewhat ease her father’s worries. There was always the possibility of the image being fake, but the hedgehog had no real reason to be distrustful of Lex just yet. Still, there was something about what he said that… irked him. ”Killing? Sorry, dude, not really my style, if I can help it. I’m all for laying the beatdown troublemakers whatever the threat, but I gotta draw the line somewhere!” The hedgehog stated, crossing his arms.

“I’ll help out, but nobody’s dying. Not on my watch!” With that, Sonic’s posture loosened, and he leaned against a nearby wall nonchalantly. Working in a large team wasn’t exactly his thing, so he decided to stay out of it. Coordination was important, but Sonic figured he was better off working on hid own— or at least cooperating in a smaller group. It didn’t help that he was none too familiar with most of the people here. Hey, that reminded him…

The hedgehog’s gaze quickly came to Spamton, the first person here he’d properly spoken to. He hurried over to the salesman, hoping to form a team. ”Hey, whatcha say we work together on this?” He said, offering a gloved hand. ”Oh, my name’s Sonic, by the way! Sonic the Hedgehog!”



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Pit certainly still wasn’t entirely sure what was going on, but what he could gather was that there was a threat that needed to be eliminated. And Pit eliminated a new threat like, what, once a week? This would be a piece of cake! Preferably an ice cream cake…

So, they were splitting up into teams, huh? He probably wasn’t cut out for info-gathering, since that was usually Palutena’s job. He was the brawn, she was the brains. If only she were here now… He was already feeling pretty lonely. …Wait, what was he doing again? Oh, right! Teams. He wasn’t too good with tactics, either, so that left only one option; the strike team. Now, that was something he’d be good at.

”I, uh, guess I’ll be on the strike team! Striking baddies is pretty much my specialty!”



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