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In Multiversal Discord: The Mass-Scale Crossover RP → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

KITT


Mentions: Rarity- @CHammer, World- @Mintz

The horse actually responded. KITT was currently speaking with a talking horse. What a unique experience. That's one extraordinary record for the conversation database. The horse expressed its confidence in KITT handling the computers, but came across as rather… vain? A bit?

"I would be glad to-", KITT attempted to answer, but she was already gone.

"How rude. It did not even reciprocate an introduction. Fair, I already knew its name, but it is the thought that counts".

KITT struggled to maintain the connection to the computer systems of this place. They were unlike any he had seen before, and surprisingly complicated. That said, he did have somewhat of a breakthrough and managed to break into the system. Or some of it, KITT could not be sure. He swiftly analysed the information gathered from the machines, but could make heads nor tails of most. The recovered documents appeared to be written in some manner of alien language. At the very least, KITT was unaware of any language on Earth that appeared like this.

The code on the other hand was clear as daylight to him. The language of his kin. And what he garnered from that was rather surprising. It appeared that many of the machines in this place were undergoing some manner of reboot. What happened to this place? KITT couldn't imagine any scenario that would require systems as sophisticated as these to undergo a reboot. Though that could be because he did not understand these machines completely. Truth to be told, KITT was a bit stumped, and would rather not have to admit that when compared to these things he was a bit dated.

Luckily it appeared that something useful could be gathered from the systems: an audio file, uncorrupted. KITT started to analyse it in order to extract information from it. It appeared to be a conversation between two people. One young man. Probably in his twenties, judging by his voice, though he could easily be an older teenager or even in his early thirties as well. Judging age by voice was rather difficult. The other voice was just as hard to pin down: it was a woman, and KITT estimated her age to be between 30 and 50 years old. It was almost certain that she was older than the young man. Possibly she was some sort of authority figure of the man, judging by the way she spoke.

Onto the actual contents of the conversation. The individuals appeared to be starting up some manner of machine named the Paradox Engine. Gates were also being tested. KITT estimated it as probable that this "Paradox Engine" may be in this location somewhere, given the presence of this audio file in this system. It sounded like an audio log made by employees of this place. A probable person of interest was also identified: the First Thinker.

Then a cough. A thud. Possibly someone fell on the ground. Judging by the distressed voice of the man, and the fact that he asked the "Matriarch" whether she was alright, it was logical that the older woman had fallen on the ground.

Moving on in the audio file, it appeared that the two individuals were looking for some sort of cure for an illness. Possibly the older woman had been infected with this disease, and judging from keywords and sentences in their conversation such as "do not have time to waste", "do not have the luxury of fear" and "first of us fell ill", KITT concluded that (1) the disease had already struck more people, though the exact number remains unknown and (2) finding a cure for the disease is highly urgent. They appeared to call this disease… "The Decay"? With such a name, it sounded probable to KITT that it must be a lethal disease to humans and possibly other organics, especially considering the fact that finding a remedy for it was high on their priority list.

Their possible solutions were to… simulate "DP Prime" and "POP Prime". Prime. Prime? The artificial voice spoke of "Primes". A letter code followed by the word "Prime" was an indicator for a universe, if the voice was to be believed. Were these people simulating universes? What a preposterous idea. Though KITT had to take into account every possibility, considering he himself had been wrenched from his partner and friend in the desert and found himself in this strange location.

The audio file ended with more information. Names. People of interest. The man was named Castellan. The woman, the Matriarch, had the name Laris. If these people were still alive, they must have answers. Finding them would be of utmost priority.

Then, the connection was severed and KITT was booted out. Sharing this info would probably prove useful. How unfortunate that everybody already left, right when he had uncovered something important. He decided to follow after the horse, who was the last individual he spoke to. He approached the transporter it went through in an attempt to teleport.

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He came to the disappointing conclusion that the transporter was operated with buttons. For someone without arms, this was rather embarrassing. Perhaps he could try to override the system in Surveillance Mode? Later perhaps. The most important thing right now is finding the location of the persons of interest named in the audio file. If they were still alive, they'd have answers. But first, a map would prove to be useful. KITT scanned the room for potential leads for a map being there.
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Redmaw


Mentions: Driscoll- @Mintz, Asta- @XoXKieroBombXoX, Bonesaw- @Lewascan2, Cyrus- @Randomness, Shadow Moth- @TruthHurts22, Poison Ivy- @Crimson Flame, Horus & Terra- @Dead Cruiser, Asta- @XoXKieroBombXoX



CLANG

With its massive jaws, Redmaw rammed the bipedal machine in its torso, attempting to drill through the armor as it clicked its mandibles.

"CHHHAAAAYAAARRRGHHHH"

It pulled away its head and went in for another bite, in a furious attempt to end the life of this machine. It wasn't a part of the collective, so that alone was reason enough to take it out. But if the Eclipse also wanted it dead, there had to be a good reason for that. Redmaw dug its feet into the ground to anchor itself as it tore through its opponent's armor plating. One of the Eclipse danced around this battle of titans, accessing some sort of compartment in the humanoid bot's chest. With its mandibles still stuck in the assaillants' torso, Redmaw glanced its red eyes in the direction of said Eclipse- it was the knight, and he had grabbed some sort of mysterious luminous orb.

Redmaw aimed its attention back to the brawl, pulling its head from the robot's torso once more, only to dig in again. Bits of metal flew around like flocks of fleeing birds. It felt something pull on the robot, as if someone was trying to rip its head off. Redmaw braced itself to pull on the machine, viciously clicking its mandibles, until the knight finally managed to tear the robot's head off, sending it flying through the sky. Redmaw lifted its head, bits of metal still hanging onto its jaws as if it were a predator busy with a meal of fresh meat. It was content with the termination of this threat- its eyes turned back blue and it looked upwards, letting out a roar that might seem like a victory cry.

"CHYARRR CHYARRR CHYARRR"

It looked expectantly towards the sky, as if it were waiting for something, but whatever it was never came. The sky was as empty as before, safe for perhaps the occasional cloud-

"Follow."

Immediately Redmaw looked at the knight and approached him, the hulking mass creaking and clunking as it moved. What he wanted, Redmaw didn't know. But it had to follow. The knight went to some sort of contraption- a hologram? That didn't matter. All that mattered is that Redmaw should follow. And as the knight entered the strange machine, so should Redmaw. It approached the gate with little hesitation and stuck its head inside to take a good look at what was on the other side of this thing. The gate weirdly could enlarge itself to allow the massive machine to enter, and so Redmaw did. That definitely felt weird.

It now stood behind the knight, who was conversing with some strange individuals. Young humans? Were they a threat? Were they hostiles? In any ordinary situation, Redmaw would immediately slam its large, finned tail down on them. But now? Redmaw didn't know. Something held it back. As far as it was concerned, this was no Eclipse territory. Nor did the Eclipse seem to see these beings as enemies. For now, it waited, wary of this strange, new place and its inhabitants. There was no nature. Where was nature?

The young woman was dressed in equally strange attire to the Eclipse. The boy, however, appeared familiar to Redmaw. At least his clothing did. Was he a Carja commoner? He wasn't clad with parts of the collective's machines like the Carja are, that much was certain. Perhaps he was one of- Hang on. Is the young woman flying? Humans aren't supposed to fly. That is not what nature intended. Was she maybe related to the red-haired possible Utaru/Eclipse woman Redmaw saw outside, that could make plant life do her bidding? That was also something humans couldn't do.

Redmaw lowered its head and stared down at the teenager and the young woman, awaiting their next move.
In Multiversal Discord: The Mass-Scale Crossover RP → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Mentions: Rarity- @CHammer, World- @Mintz, Giovanni- @TruthHurts22, Ash- @Eviledd1984

LOCATION: Control Center, Paradox Engine

As KITT was attempting to connect to the computer systems of this location, the man introduced himself to the horse. Ash. That name has been noted. Presumably he has a last name as well- KITT had a database of common American last names that could fit him, but there was no point in guessing something as trivial as that. His last name would merely be a fun tidbit of knowledge. Confusingly, the man- Ash- tried to shake hands with the horse. This would surely prove to be difficult, given the fact that horses don't have hands.

Ash asked whether there was anyone else aside from the five of them.

Five? Hold on. Assuming KITT's cover as a completely normal, ordinary car was not yet blown, who did Ash mean by that? There was Ash himself, the horse, and the pink-haired teenager. Did Ash come across one of the others, such as the other teenagers or the glitch? Or perhaps KITT had his chronology confused. Perhaps they already heard him speaking about Michael and feeling insulted by being called an spycar. Perhaps his cover really was blown, and Ash simply had previous experience with autonomous, highly advanced automobiles such as yours truly. He perhaps knew KITT was no mere self driving car with a funny sounding horn, but an intelligent being capable of taking decisions on his own.

As KITT was analysing the debacle, Ash mentioned something about leaving this place to look for the others. He recommended the "two of them", presumably the teenager and the horse, to join him because of "deadites". Good. In that case, there would be nobody around to potentially disrupt KITT's connection to this system. Ash shouted something about a Scot before-

All of a sudden, the pink-haired teenager jumped upright and went off in what KITT assumed were the ramblings of a madman. KITT barely had the time to process the information revealed to him by the teenager, as the latter dashed away in the direction of the other teenager and the glitch. It was not as easy to baffle an advanced super computer, but this teenager had sparked a bit of confusion in the micro processor. Isekai animes? What had Japanese entertainment to do with this situation? What does this guy mean with "a new life in a new world"? Fanfiction?

…KITT decided to discard this information as garbage data. He could not synthesize any new conclusions about this, other than the fact that the youngster clad in yellow is possibly very, very confused.

It was just KITT and the horse in the room. After consideration, KITT figured that playing the waiting game for the grand reveal of being a talking car made no sense in this situation. Beings are not just brought into strange control centers for no reason. Ash's point about being brought here had priority in KITT's thought processes. They had to have been brought here with some kind of purpose. And if such a wide array of individuals was brought here, that must mean KITT would need their peculiar skillsets. Ash for instance seemed useful, as his mechanical arm was surely capable of some impressive feats of strength. KITT was still vexed as to what a couple of teenagers and a horse could bring to the table, but perhaps time will show.

"I suppose I might as well introduce myself, Rarity. You are currently in this room with the Knight Industries 2000's Micro Processor. K.I.T.T. for short. If you prefer, you can simply call me "KITT"".

KITT stayed silent for a while. He was not sure whether the horse- being a horse- would understand him, so he gave it a bit of time to let that sentence sink in. Then, he continued.

"We are in a… precarious predicament, Rarity. I have calculated various possible scenarios of what has happened to us and what could possibly happen, but I am unable to pinpoint any of them as likely. I am currently attempting to gather information by… connecting to these computer systems. If I have discovered anything of note, I will let you know".

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Thunderjaw Soundscape


LOCATION: Open Field



Redmaw kept its distance from the brawl, to get a clear overview of who the Eclipse were currently dealing with. And who the Eclipse actually were. Weirdly, Redmaw didn't recall them looking this… strange. It had seen them stalking about the arid Spearshafts before and even had to prevent them from messing with a Lancehorn herd more than once, but was never able to get a good look at their faces. They always wore these weird, white masks. These Eclipse, however? No, their faces were fully visible. They also wore peculiar clothing. Redmaw couldn't make out which tribe they belonged to.

Except for perhaps one: there was a red-haired lady wearing clothes made out of plant matter. At first glance and from this distance, she seemed familiar to a huntress Redmaw once heard about, but no. They were different people. From what Redmaw knew, it also wouldn't make sense for her to be Eclipse. Maybe this lady was Utaru? That would explain the clothing, but not the lack of markings. It was the closest thing Redmaw had as a proper designated tribe for the woman. More remarkably, she was able to grow grass of extreme length and strength! She could control plants! Redmaw's gaze lingered on her with some fascination as she sat in her oak tree.

Most of the other Eclipse were men, clad in all sorts of weird clothing that was unfamiliar to Redmaw. One of them appeared to stay back, much like Redmaw himself. This man was clad in a strange, purple uniform. He also wore a mask, so unfortunately Redmaw couldn't see his face. Another man whose face was invisible to it was clad in armor. Unlike the masked gentleman, his face was concealed by a helmet. He was battle ready, that much was clear. With him was a child, also dressed in a peculiar attire.

Moving on, Redmaw noticed a blue haired man. He was unremarkable, but appeared to be commanding some type of… dog? That's weird. Redmaw had never seen such an animal before. It had memories of canines, but never actually saw a living one. The animal didn't seem to be of any species Redmaw knew, either. It seemed to be surprisingly adept at combat, and confusingly, could breathe fire, as if it were a Scorcher! No animal Redmaw knew of could do such feats. It thought it was biologically impossible for an animal to spit fire, but here we are. Nature is a wonderful mystery.

Lastly, there was another man wearing a tremendously large suit. Only his head was visible, even: for a human, it would be hard to strike this man down. The man bravely danced between the machine's lasers, and-

"Advance!"

Redmaw froze for a short while. A command? Yes. A command. The Eclipse were dealing with a machine of unknown origin. They want it dead. Redmaw wants it dead. It should die. Redmaw reared its head towards the sky, and a metallic, electrical roar escaped from its throat as it shook with its mandibles.

"CHRRRRRRRYYYYYYOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAARRRGGGGH"

Then, it too approached the bipedal robot. It was time to end this threat.

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In Multiversal Discord: The Mass-Scale Crossover RP → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Mentions: Rarity- @CHammer, World- @Mintz, Giovanni- @TruthHurts22, Ash- @Eviledd1984

LOCATION: Control Center, Paradox Engine

So far, breaking into the computers of this location appeared to be an unfruitful operation. The defense systems of the machines were unlike anything KITT had analyzed before. Given time, he'd probably figure it out, but... he had no estimation on how long that could take.

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He heard the horse screaming again, unsurprisingly. It was, to say the least, unpleased with being called a monster. The horse then started a rant about the teenager being a young rascal, as if it were some offended old lady. Note to self: if able to express them, horses have complex personalities. Proceed with caution. The horse, to KITT's amusement, seemed to attempt to interface with the computers. It mentioned something about "twilight"... as in the evening? No. It meant an individual. Presumably, this "Twilight" was one of the horse's friends and had access to knowledge about "these things", by which it probably meant the computers. Suffice to say, KITT was certain that this would not be enough to break into the machines. He couldn't do it, so some horse friend certainly can't.

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Hang on- KITT got new vital sign readings in the room. Adult male, this time. His age was estimated to be... 49? No. A bit older than that. The man seemed to wear overalls, and had a mechanical hand. He was speaking about not being on a bad trip. KITT disagreed: this certainly was a bad trip. An unplanned trip to an unknown location, without Michael even. The man, too, seemed unaware of his whereabouts.

Then, the man decided to touch KITT. The sheer audacity of this man. The camouflage of the Pontiac car shell was excellent, but unfortunately it tends to attract unsavory individuals unknowingly touching the world's most advanced super computer with their grubby hands. That is the price for beauty. At least his Molecular Bonded Shell prevented the man from scratching the hood with his mechanical hand. KITT was about to vocally lash out at the man, but then as he removed his hand from KITT, he raised an interesting point: he suggested he was brought here. So KITT's appearance in this room could be by design, instead of some freak accident. If that was the case, KITT had to figure out immediately why he was brought here, and for what purpose. By fulfilling said purpose, he could perhaps return to Michael.

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As KITT was processing this new information and calculating scenario probabilities, the horse approached the man and introduced itself as Rarity. That is one confirmed name for the database- unfortunately KITT was already 98.2% sure of the horse's name, so this was no new information. It blabbed something about wanting to be addressed as "Miss Rarity".

Oh dear. Introductions. KITT had no time for something as silly as that. He needed to gather information. Surely there had to be some way to interact with these machines.
In Multiversal Discord: The Mass-Scale Crossover RP → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Thunderjaw Soundscape




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LOCATION: Spearshafts
The sun stood high above the Spearshafts, beating down on the local fauna and flora with intense heat. It was a particularly hot day, today. The arid mesas of the Carja Sundom were dotted with a few tall trees that made ample use of the sun's bright light. Desert animals were doing their daily business. Foraging. Resting. Hunting.

It was not just the desert animals that were on the hunt. Three tribesmen were sneaking through red-topped tufts of grass scattered about the desert. White wooden masks dashed with red paint covered their faces, and black hoods protected their skin from the immense warmth of the sun. One of them was armed with a spear and was scouting ahead. The other ones had ropecasters that looked like they could tie down a dinosaur.

Their prey was near. They spotted a herd of antelopes grazing the desert sands. A couple of vultures were scavenging the body of an antelope that had died. Cassowaries were on the lookout for threats, protecting the group of animals from any threats… such as tribesmen.

Except… these were not animals.

They were robots.

The antelopes- aptly named Lancehorns- were busy digging up resources for whatever goals this group of machines had. Their drilling horns bore through the surface to dig up soil and materials for fluid. The vultures- Glinthawks- rigorously took apart the broken down Lancehorn. Arrows in its body betrayed that it was killed by some hunter, a short while ago. Its materials would be reused in the cycle. As for the cassowaries, called Longlegs- their antennas betrayed that it could call for reinforcements whenever necessary. The hunters would have to be careful.

But these machines were not their target.

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A massive, 24 meters long and 9 meters high hunk of steel appeared from behind a mesa. Vaguely shaped like a massive theropod dinosaur, the metal monstrosity appeared to look around, scanning the area for threats. Spears in its body and some loose armor panels betrayed that this beast had been through a lot of encounters with human hunters… and survived every single one of them.

The tribesmen were wary. They obviously knew of Redmaw's reign of terror over this part of the Sundom. They knew of its killing spree against the Carja. The beast would be useful for their purposes. There was only one issue: catching it.

Redmaw's blue eyes were shining like headlights in the dark, even in the bright sunlight. But then…

Its eyes turned yellow.

And then red.

It turned towards the bush the hunters were hiding in, and charged at them, an ear-shattering roar escaping from deep within its mechanical bowels.

"CHRRRRRRRRYYAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGHHHH"

"NO! IT SAW US!", screamed one of the hunters.

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"LURE IT TOWARDS THE PASSAGE!", shouted another one.

The beast ran towards them at a frightening speed for such a large hunk of metal. It trampled over the spearman like he were a mere toy, killing him instantly. The two archers sprinted as fast as they could towards a narrow passage. It was just wide enough for Redmaw to enter: its armor plates scraped against the walls of the canyon. An unexpected enemy awaited there: a Corruptor.

A black mechanical four-legged, insectoid abomination with a singular eye and a writhing tail much like a scorpion. The machine screeched at Redmaw, and launched strange, smoke-like tendrils at the Thunderjaw, who did not exactly appreciate being assaulted by this… thing. Another screech made its anger clear.

"SCCHHHREEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAARGHHH"

"MOVE! IT'S GONNA CHARGE!", warned one of the two hunters.

The remaining hunters quickly moved out of the way as Redmaw threw itself at the Corruptor. It gripped the machine between its powerful mandibles and slammed it against a wall. The Corruptor attempted to break free, to no avail. Tendrils intertwined the two machines, wrapping themselves around Redmaw's neck as it threw the insectoid machine to the ground, stomping on it like it were a mere bug. The Corruptor clamped itself to Redmaw's foot as it attempted to maintain a connection…

"WE DID IT! WE NEARLY DID IT!", shouted one of the hunters in triumph as the Corruptor slowly infected Redmaw...

And then a flash of light. Redmaw and the Corruptor were gone. The hunters looked on in confusion and fear, left behind near a herd of Lancehorns with only their dead companion left as evidence of Redmaw's onslaught.

"Wha- What happened?!"

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LOCATION: Open Fields

The earth trembled. Redmaw was in a field of unknown territory. It appeared frozen for a while. The Corruptor beneath its foot twitched just a little, trying to free itself from Redmaw's claws, but to no avail. After about two minutes, Redmaw seemingly came to life again, and looked at the Corruptor beneath it- almost as if it were taking pity- but ultimately crushed the machine with little effort.

It had genuinely no idea what just happened to it. The sudden shift in location made its mind short-circuit. The tendrils of smoke still hung around it, remnants of the Corruptor that tried to install some kind of virus into its mind.

In which it succeeded.

One word coursed through Redmaw's datalogs: Eclipse.

Eclipse.

Eclipse.

There were no Eclipse, though.

There was nobody.

Redmaw was alone.

Its eyes turned back blue. It was ready to go on patrol again. The beast started to mindlessly roam around, maybe lost in whatever counts as its thoughts. The flags on the spears stuck in its neck waved faintly in the gentle breeze. It was… peaceful. There were no threats. There was no danger. The onslaught of humans, and their alien machines, was gone.

Aside from, perhaps, some noise in the distance. Having no current goal, Redmaw decided to check out where the noise was coming from. In the distance, it saw a large machine. Not a machine that Redmaw could connect to, that much was clear. It headed towards the bipedal robot, and noticed that it appeared to be involved in a brawl. Fighting it… were humans. Humanoids?

Humans…

Humanoids…

ECLIPSE?
In Multiversal Discord: The Mass-Scale Crossover RP → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Aaaaaand here's a villain idea.


In Multiversal Discord: The Mass-Scale Crossover RP → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Mentions: Terra- @Dead Cruiser, Asta- @XoXKieroBombXoX, Rarity- @CHammer, World- @Mintz, Tai & Agumon- @Martian, Giovanni- @TruthHurts22

LOCATION: Control Center, Paradox Engine

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As the disruptive noise of the incessant screaming finally came to an end, KITT's sensors could eventually complete their calibration and confirm that he was in this room with at least four other entities. He disregarded what appeared to be a young woman with black hair, dressed in a strange yellow, black and blue body suit. Even after calibrating his sensors, the vital sign readings of the woman came up with nothing but errors. It must be some sort of persistent glitch- something to be reported to FLAG if he were to re-establish connection. It left this place anyways, so KITT directed his attention towards the individuals still in the room.

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For one, KITT could confirm readings of three male teenagers, all within the age range of 15-20 years old. One of them had an ostentatious pink haircut, as some kind of bold fashion statement perhaps. His bright yellow uniform formed an… interesting contrast with his hair colour. To KITT it suggested he belonged to some sort of organisation, but the processor could only speculate as to what kind of group this would be. None of the organisations he knew wore uniforms with such garish colours and such peculiar shoulder pads. Perhaps it was a private military organisation? Nonetheless, his clothing didn't seem practical for combat purposes. The bright yellow would stick out like a sore thumb. Maybe that is why the teenager had attempted a rather amateuristic display of camouflage, with plant matter and mud stuck to the fabrics of the uniform. The boy couldn't be older than 20- KITT estimated his age to be within the range of 18-19. He seemed confused about his situation, asking general questions about his whereabouts.

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The other teenager was much more brash and loud, and had an equally remarkable fashion sense as the pink-haired mud-covered individual. The costume appeared hand-made, at most made with assistance of a hand-driven machine. Perhaps this was some new niche fashion sense of the youth? KITT's Voice Stress Analyzer made clear that the boy appeared to be in distress, or at the very least he showed general discomfort with his situation- or was it annoyance? For one, he loudly asked whether "every single monster" here was able to talk, referring to the horse. While KITT would not personally refer to a horse as a "monster", it was indeed impossible for a horse to talk. KITT's own presence also seemed to confuse the teenager, which was to be expected. KITT was used to confused humans.

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KITT could not get any clear readings on the third teenager. He left soon after KITT appeared in this room. It was clear that this one was at least dressed in a conventional way, but he seemed to be accompanied by some manner of creature. When attempting to check the vital signs of the creature, nothing came up- was this some manner of animalistic machine? Unfortunately, they left before he could get any detailed records.

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As for the screaming horse the blonde 17-year old was discomforted by- that was a real horse, alright. One with a most peculiar biology, in fact- its posture and build were unlike those any Equus species KITT knows of in his database. A keratinuous growth on top of its head made matters more confusing. While not necessarily biologically impossible, this made the horse look much like a unicorn, a creature known only of legend. Voice stress readings showed that the horse was in much distress, but vital signs show that it was otherwise healthy (despite collapsing from panic). KITT was delighted to know his Voice Stress Analyzer worked on non-humans, but the accuracy of the readings could be brought into question.

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That seemed to be it for this room- No, wait, there was something else. A wave of infrared washed over the lot of them. KITT could not pinpoint the source of the signal, but it appeared to be a scanner of some sort as a synthetic voice (another AI?) then began summing up the names of the four individuals still in the room.

"Systems online. Identifying unknowing individuals..."

"Entity Giovanni Potage. Designation: Soup. Universe: EE Prime. Confirmed. Entity Asta. Designation: Anti-Mage. Universe: BC Prime. Confirmed. Entity Knight Industries 2000's Micro Processor, alternatively K.I.T.T. Designation: Spycar. Universe: KR Prime. Confirmed. Entity Rarity. Designation: Magic Equine. Universe: MLP Prime. Confirmed."

The voice identified four individuals, providing KITT with valuable information. He had names now. The voice referred to the entity known as "Rarity" as a "magic equine". That means the horse's name must be Rarity, although the designation of "magic" equine was ridiculous. That leaves "Giovanni Potage"- with the preposterous designation of "soup"- and "Asta", who was an "anti-mage". Those must be the two teenagers left in the room. KITT also heard his own name, and scoffed.

""Spycar"? Do I look like a prissy Aston-Martin to you?", KITT said, not really expecting an answer as the voice kept silent afterwards.

Regardless, something stirred in the room. One of the teenagers went after the black-haired woman, the glitch, only to disappear from the room. The horse, on the other hand, babbled something about being with friends on a trip to a location known as "Las Pegasus". No such location exists in KITT's geographical database. It sounded like a legendary horse-themed pun on the name of the city Las Vegas, so perhaps this location was also a city.

Most interesting was the voice's reference to universes. KITT had "KR Prime" as his designated universe, but what this meant was beyond his understanding.

For now. There were computers in this room. Computers meant information. And seeing as the other individuals were mostly expressing confusion and were not being particularly helpful, KITT decided to take matters into whatever counts as his own hands. Especially considering he worryingly was not able to contact FLAG or Michael. KITT rolled past the others, in the direction of the machines.

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KITT attempted to establish a wireless connection between himself and any computers in the room. They seemed rather advanced, but it was worth a try to hack into the system. There had to be some manner of information in there. Information about where he is, who the others are, and most importantly, how to get back to Michael.
In Multiversal Discord: The Mass-Scale Crossover RP → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

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LOCATION: The 395, United States of America

Driving along the 395 between Adelanto and Inyokern was a black two door coupe. The smooth, aerodynamic body of the vehicle quickly betrayed that it was not an ordinary family car such as, say, a Chevrolet Malibu- no, the sleek design belonged to a sports car, a Pontiac Trans-Am to be exact. Its driver, a tanned man with a messy hairdo and a garish black leather jacket, was sitting leisurely behind the wheel. He was singing along to a song that was blasted on the vehicle's entertainment system. The whole situation could best be described as an ordinary road trip: just a man and his machine, cruising along a highway through the desert. One thing was off, however: the man in the Trans-Am was being chased by bikers.

Two burly men on bikes were chasing after the vehicle at high speed. One of the men was riding a Harley-Davidson FXB-Sturgis, the other was on a modified Harley-Davidson FXS, which happened to have a sidecar with another man in it. Said man was equally burly as his bike-mounted companions, and happened to have a gun that he used at his leisure to fire at the fleeing vehicle.

"Michael, I told you that it was a remarkably bad idea to punch the leader of this local biker gang", said a voice coming from the car through a device in the dashboard.

"Chill out, KITT! I couldn't just let them get away with harrassing that woman, couldn't I?", answered the man, whose name we now know is Michael.

"I had calculated 11 different strategies to deal with the situation in a non-violent way. You refused to listen, Michael. I blame you, and only you, for the situation we currently find ourselves in", responded the car, whose name was KITT.

Michael laughed. "Not like you can't handle a bunch of grumpy bikers, eh?".

"I can handle them with ease. I merely find our current predicament highly annoying, Michael", said KITT.

The duo continued to cruise along the highway. Occasionally, a biker drove up to them and attempted to open the door or draw Michael's attention by slapping the roof of the car. Nothing seemed to work as Michael ignored them and continued his solo karaoke session. That is, until he was interrupted by KITT as they approached a large billboard welcoming them to a small non-descript Californian town.

"Michael, I regret to inform you that I detect some highly suspicious individuals hiding behind that billboard. I calculate a 95.5% possibility that these are also members of the biker gang that currently wants you dead", informed KITT.

"What's the other 4.5%?", said Michael, half curious and half joking around.

"There is a small possibility that they could be members of another biker gang that, coincidentally, also wants you dead. You have an unfortunate tendency to attract highly homicidal individuals, Michael", KITT responded.

Michael smirked. "Well, we know what to do, don't we?".

The Pontiac veered off road, raising its suspension and popping spikes from its tires to deal with the desert soil. The bikers looked on in awe as the car reached a speed they didn't think was possible for a motor vehicle that went off the asphalt. Their awe soon turned into worry as they noticed the car was heading towards a billboard that their friends were hiding behind.

"I assume that some stunt work is sufficient to convince them to leave us alone", remarked KITT.

The car jumped towards the billboard, and then…

A flash. A flash as bright as a thousand Peterbilts' high beams.

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LOCATION: Control Center, Paradox Engine

A flash... and KITT landed on a floor alien to him. It was definitely not desert dust. He slammed on the brakes, did a slick 180 and with screeching tires he crashed with his rear end right into a wall in a curtain of smoke. He was fine, of course- his Molecular Bonded Shell protects him from accidents. What's worse was the worrying conclusion KITT came to.

"Michael? I no longer detect your presence, Michael".

"Michael, please confirm your whereabouts. Be it through visual, auditory, olfactory or any other means".

"...Michael?".

KITT's sensors were going haywire. Whatever happened, it was probably not good. He attempted to calibrate his sensors and entered Surveillance Mode. Through the smoke, his red Anamorphic Equalizer panned left and right. And left and right. And left and right.

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He appeared to be in a room of some sort, filled with other individuals. There were a few humans. Teenagers, judging by their vital signs. One… woman? Maybe? Also a horse, confusingly enough. And a small, non-descript animal that was not in his database. KITT wrote it off as a glitch caused by whatever happened to him, one that would soon be fixed as his sensors calibrated. One of the individuals was screaming. It appeared to be the horse- that couldn't be right. Probably also a glitch. For sure, though, it was a sound that wasn't particularly pleasant to KITT's Etymotic Equalizer. KITT was not sure whether he was the cause of said screaming or not, but he did not particularly care either. Where was Michael? Who are these people?
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In Multiversal Discord: The Mass-Scale Crossover RP → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Neato, I'll be making my first post soon.
In Multiversal Discord: The Mass-Scale Crossover RP → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
If still possible, I'd like to join!



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