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Eight sighed, or as close she could mimic a sigh, as she did not have any lungs. "I'm called Eight...Eight for short, I am a magiscience golem, that's about all I know...you did say Paradigm yes? I am aligned with them..." she began to scan the room, seeing many little parts and tools. "You...wouldn't happen to have interest in taking a little metal person apart would you?" she said nervously, people have tried, oh my people have tried...as Eight waited for a response she sifted around for her usual tools in the box, her hand bumbling into a familiar needle, the perfect little tool for the perfect little gal.

"As i thought..." she murmured at her response. The mechanics curiosity had lighten up inside her but she tried to suppress her urge to pick her up and start examining her. "Well, the interest is always there but If you don't want me to do anything, I won't" she reassured her. "Eight huh? Who gave you that name? People don't usually name things after numbers..." she said and sat down on a chair that was nearby.

Adela was running walking down the road, when she spotted Nyx's flower shop. And there was Nyx. Adela ran up to the counter and reduced her voice to a harsh whisper. "What are you doing? Did you not hear of the protesting going on near the bar?" she whispered. "We have to get going immediately, I have a spa appointment in a few minutes!" she stressed. It was as if she didn't receive orders anymore. Flower shops were definitely not the first priority. Keeping the peace was their job, even if Adela didn't really like tediously using her skills on worthless rebels who don't know how to properly dodge.

"you can handle it" Nyx said with a bouquet in her hands "people will find out i belong to the secret police if they see me fighting, idiot" Adela was too close, so Nyx pushed her away

Dirk sighed as the gaurd pulled him over and unsheathed his sword, clearly mistaking him for one of the rebels in the fight, and ready to get rid of him. As the man thrust his sword at him, dirk dodged aimlessly and after every attack he did the same, the knights were great warriors, but they had boundaries to how strong they were. Again and again the man swung at her and again and again dirk moved out of the way, he couldn't strike back or he could be seen as another one of the rebels, and if he ran away he would just be chased down by a mob of knights.

"listen I just want to leave ok? I'm not a part of this so quit tryin ta kill me will ya" he said and he moved in to get past he sword.

It was so early in the morning, or was it late? What time was it? Time...
Annet twitched awake, her golden eyes wide open, surveying the room she had awoken in. Oh... It was her own room, she had always forgotten that she lived here. The redhead sat up and stretched, a few papers stuck to her from the drool that seeped out of her mouth. Now... What was the time? She sat there for a moment, trying to remember what she was going to do, but then slowly started falling asleep again. "AH!" Annet flinched once more to wake herself up. Oh yeah, she was going to check the time.

The redhead slowly stood from her seat and walked around, fixing herself so she could look presentable. She brushed her bright red hair and pulled it up into two spiraling ponytails, which of course was the only style she could do her hair in, since it was so hard to manage. The girl clothed herself in her usual attire, which consisted of a loose jacket with no underclothes and a skirt reaching mid-thigh. She slipped her large armored iron boots onto her feet and shuffled out of her home, was this even her home? Where did she live again? Whatever. Her Lange and shield retracted into a manageable and rested on her back.
It was morning, thank god, Annet had slept in all day once.

She was oh so groggy in the morning, her crazy behavior wasn't as noticeable as it was in the afternoon when she had gotten her energy levels up. Annet stretched once more and let out a long yawn. She could hear... Yelling? Or maybe screaming? Were people HAVING FUN WITHOUT HER!? Annet quickly shook her head and got into a light jog, feeling as though she was being left out on the festivities. But soon she grew to realize that the people were not having fun, god no, they looked quite upset. Annet spotted Adela and waved, it appeared as though her happy energy got to her.

Adela grew very irritated at being called an idiot. "May I remind you" she began. "You were HAND-SELECTED by our lovely Queen Iris HERSELF, do you really wish to let her down in this way? Go cover up your face or something, this is our job!" she scolded. She turned to the side and put half her effort into waving. "Annet, come over here, we have something important to discuss" she called over to her.

Nyx looked around, no one seemed to have heard because of al the noise, she walked towards Adela and punched her right in the gut, with or without armor it was sure she felt the punch "go up stairs and pick up my armor and weapons.I 'll go as soona s i can" she said and walked to a customer who wanted to buy some white roses

Eventually Dirk grew irritated and ran towards a nearby crowd, they seemed to be placed perfectly for him, so that he could get away. As he shoved his way threw the crowd he noticed there was no one making a big speech or carnival or anything to entertain them, in fact they seemed angry at whatever was going on, as if they were frantic. As Dirk slowly calmed down as he saw the knight go off in the opposite side of the crowd dirk scooted closer to a red headed girl next to him and after a few moments looked to her.

"you have any clue what's going on?"

"Ya mean me?" Annet walked forward and approached the two, smiling that buffoonish smile. "What do ya need me to do! I can... I can collect dead bodies of the fallen and hang them up by their feet like Piñatas!" She cooed, making small gestures with her hands. It appeared as though she was able to enough to think her morbid thoughts. She turned her head to the side when a boy talked to her. Was he a Rebel? "Piñata?" Annet grabbed her lance and shield and extended it, how the girl could even carry it was unknown. "You're a rebel and I'm here to uhh... To uh?" What was her job? To stop the rebels right? "I will burn you alive and cover your burn ashes in peanut butter!"

Adela stood there with a lifted eyebrow after the punch. It kind of hurt, but not really the most effective punch. "You want me to go gather your-" Adela was cut off by some peasants voice. He was human from what Adela could tell. Now she had to calm down Annet. "Annet, this seems to be a normal peasant. If he was a rebel, he would be protesting right now" she said.

"I'll be back," said Mohan. He leaped up onto a rooftop, and looked around. He flashed a signal that only the members of the three factions knew: "All rebels in area, meet HERE."

Dirk pull out the kopis from it's sheath and put it out in front of him, his other hand on the dirk in his pocket. the girl was surprisingly strong, but clearly not the brightest after all who would waste good peanut butter for his ashes, and how was she going to burn him, and the way she said it alone was not the brightest, still he knew she was going to try to murder him, everyone seemed to think he was a rebel, did he just have a rebelious manor to him? No matter what he wasn't ready to take this girl on, and if he used his magic she could be ill and that would get him a lot more trouble than he already is.

"listen I ain't no rebel got that? I am just a passerby ok?" he said with irritation in his voice

They all thought of her to be stupid, which she was far from. One wouldn't want to see how she acted in battle.
Annet retracted her Lance, but still still kept her grip on it, just in case the boy tried doing something funny. "What do we do now?" She looked towards Adela for an answer, but she knew she probably won't get a straight one.

Where were the rebels going? They began to shove one another to go forward. But Annet needed to stop them. She took a step forward and channeled energy through her, gravity began to increase in the surrounding area, the rebels dropped to the ground like flies, struggling to get up. Annet could only stop a small group, her magic couldn't extend to larger areas.

Dirk followed the girl and watched her use her magic, it was amazing and he was glad she had been resonable. Though the fight was over the still had his hand on the dirk in his pocket. Dirk still wanted an answer but could see she was busy.

"do you want help?" said dirk

Nyx arrived late to the battle, covering her face with clown make up, no one would recognize her if it wasnt because of her armor and weapons, she stood next to Annet
"oh...im too late"

"Calm down before I begin hurting you!" Annet demanded, her voice bellowed as the rebels struggled. They seemed to understand her, and feared what would happen if they didn't listen so they laid there, even when the gravity settled back to normal.
"I'm hungry!" Her mood quickly changed as she began to complain about her hunger and boredom. "What do we do nooow?" She cooed.

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"As i thought..." she murmured at her response. The mechanics curiosity had lighten up inside her but she tried to suppress her urge to pick her up and start examining her. "Well, the interest is always there but If you don't want me to do anything, I won't" she reassured her. "Eight huh? Who gave you that name? People don't usually name things after numbers..." she said and sat down on a chair that was nearby.

Eights hand found her "weapon" and she gripped it, still not completely trusting the stranger just yet. "Well, apparently i'm the eighth of my kind, and the people where a tad unoriginal..." she wasn't exactly sure who came up with the name, it sorta kinda began circulating about, like a rumor, still....It was better than the name she got from the little girl, Eight wasn't the type to go by 'Glitter princess'. "Speaking of names...what is yours again?" she was still searching the area, her eyes darting around and taking in everything. She would probably be here for a little while...

"oh...too bad- All this make up for nothing" Nyx complained and cleaned her face "how about we go to a tavern?" she asked with her arms crossed

Vi laughed at her response, "You have humor alright" she said and stood up. "My name is Violet or Vi for short, whichever you want, and I am a mechanic" Vi said and started walking around. "This is my humble garage where I mostly pass my time when I don't work for some rich fellow that needs something fixed. People in this town have come to say that I am the best there is in my line of work, but i disagree. You know, I didn't think that creating a sentient being like yourself would be possible right now, but here you are proving me wrong and blowing my mind in the process. To be plain, you are one fascinating little gal" she concluded just as noise started coming from outside the garage. "Seems like we will have to end our little talk right about now" she said and quickly went to her worktable where she had left her left gauntlet. She finished up her calibrations and wore it along with its right counterpart and walked towards the garage door.

Vi walked outside only to see people pinned on the ground by what seemed to be gravity magic, which just so happened to be the signature magic of one of Irises Honor Guards, Annet Popstein. "What now? Don't you have anything else to do here but mess with normal people Annet?" Vi shouted at her as she ceased the spell she was casting on the rebels.

Eight watched as the girl got up to went to do something, the familiar sounds of a struggle echoed from outside the building. "Oh boy..." the automaton said to herself, she took her needle up properly and rummaged about a bit more, finding pieces she has used and made before for certain situations. "Alright...they are all here..." she turned to look for the technician, whose name she had still somehow failed to learn. "hum, where did she..." as if an early reply, the woman yelled out to someone else, Eight swiveled around to see the garage door open. "Uh oh..." she jumped out of her little box and ran to the edge of the table, not as tall a drop as she had expected, she leapt from the tabletop and landed on the ground. She wanted to see what was going on..."And here we go..." she clicked her heels together and some small wheels protruded from them, she began to skate speedily towards the broo-hah-hah going on outside. "Um...Vee? whats going on?" she yelled as best she could, which wasn't too loud...