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[Thepotatogod]

--Sento Kiryu--
Bixir Phantom Thief of Hearts

It was the dead of midnight, and the genius physicist/Beacon Academy teacher/Part Time Vigilante was already back to the Faculty dormitory where he stays which located near the student dormitory. Unlike the students, there were no set curfew for the staff since they're the ones running the school. It wouldn't hazard a guess that the Headmistress is still doing some paperwork on the tower.

The door leading to Sento's room wasn't even locked in the slightest. Not even was there a sign of it being picked, it's just that it was remained unlocked, as if inviting someone over. Sento's Room is about as normal as it gets. A kitchen area, a wooden table, some couches and a bed on the corner, by the window. The table had been turned into a makeshift desk with tons of excess paper, and some unused drafts for weapons and armor were seen scattered on the table and the ground in a hurry, scattered only around the kitchen area and the bed. There were also some oddly shaped miniature blue tanks sitting ontop of the cupboard. They arranged from the smaller looking tanks to the bigger ones from the sides inwards with the large one with no turrets sitting in the middle. The genius isn't seen anywhere. I wonder why?

 

[Phantom Thief of Hearts]

• BATTLEWORLD NEPTUNIA

• 
  
  
  PLANEPTUNE COLOSSEUM
  Thepotatogod​
  
  
  
  
  The CPUs, in their HDD forms, stood from across each other as they now face themselves in the finals of the Grand Prix...
  
  "You better bring it your all," Purple Heart taunted her fellow CPU, "It'd a big upset for the audience if you and Vert lose after one post after all this build up."
  
  "As the Goddess of Leanbox, I swear I will not back down so easily!" Green Heart declared with the pride of her nation backing her.

 

[Bixir]

• Valpan

• Thepotatogod
  That fight at Pierre's Nightclub had been... well, could she even call that a fight? It had only been a handful of goons, and she had barely even gotten her hands on them before the fight was over. And then... it was over, just like that. It reminded her of things she thought that she had buried and moved past at this point. It seemed not to be the case. Not long after, that Dragon of Dojima had gone on his way. Batgirl had had half a mind to follow him and whatever connections all of this had to the assassination of Colonel Chestbridge (there was a difference between assassination and murder, wasn't there?), but she couldn't. She had an obligation to this city. There was more going on here that she couldn't just ignore.
  
  Cleaning up with Lunella back at the hideout nearly took all night. She didn't even think you could make that much of a mess with condiments, but her big friend had proven her wrong yet again. It took her back to stories He would talk about... it had brought a smile to her face then, and it brought a smile to her face now. Lunella had given her no end of teasing over how well she had handled the Prowler. How had he gotten the drop on her like that? They couldn't take the Maggia move lying down. It was why Cassandra was at Beacon Academy now, in her civvies... what she wasn't counting on was Lunella tagging along. The point of her being Batgirl's eyes and ears was not being on the scene. What worried her even more was that her being here meant that there wasn't anyone to look after Devil Dinosaur back at the hideout. Well... not entirely. But that spare H.E.R.B.I.E. wasn't what Cassandra considered a fitting babysitter.
  
  "C'mon, CC! Hurry up!" Lunella tugged hard at her arm, pulling her into the faculty dormitory. It forced the girl to smile, but she couldn't shake what her instincts were telling her. This felt like a giant, obvious setup. Here, out in the open, without their disguises or their gear, they were completely exposed if this Kamen Rider Build decided to give them up. She wanted to believe that that wouldn't happen, but He hadn't trained her not to be cautious. They couldn't afford to make mistakes, especially not after the Prowler had surprised her like that. She needed to get (more) serious about this.
  
  Cassandra made sure to be the first one to try the door to Sento's room, expecting (and even hoping) that it would be locked. Not only did that seem sensible, keeping students and any random stranger from waltzing into his room, but it could give her the peace of mind to justify leaving this place for the time being, or at the very least waiting until Sento or one of the other faculty arrived. To not have come across anyone thus far made her ill at ease. The fact that the door opened as if she and Lunella were welcome only threw her off more.
  
  "See?! He's expecting us, remember?" Before Cassandra could even attempt to offer a rebuttal, her partner had already scampered inside, oohing and aahing over every little thing, trying to understand it all. Though Cassandra would be remiss if even she wasn't a little curious about this whole Kamen Rider thing worked, her attention was more demanded by the fact that Sento still wasn't here. This was exactly the part where Maggia assassins jumped out of the woodwork.
  
  "Just be careful. I'm gonna take a look around..."
  
  All she needed was one excuse. She tightened her fists, carefully moving about the rest of his dormitory as she waited for the inevitable.

 

[Ferociousfeind]

Marie & Agent 3 ~ Exotic Strip Club

Marie and the agent had been tagging along quietly. Marie watching out for any potential threats Pierre and Jackson might miss. Agent 3 simply being quiet by virtue of character. Marie had considered speaking up at the... retro movie store, where the gang had all but gotten back together again, but alas, the author lost that draft of this post. It's not like the punchline was that good either way. So, quietly, the inkling continued watching the background.

The two's silence remained that way for a long while, until the group had arrived at Buenos Aires. It was astounding, and as exotic as Marie could imagine. "And to think I thought we were headed for a moon made of honey..." she quipped, referencing part of the draft that had been lost and, therefore, would only be funny to the late author of said vanished draft. Perhaps the author needed to be a little more on top of finishing their drafts?

Regardless of what the author decided to do with the new draft, Marie spotted the familiar-looking soldiers that were beginning to open fire. "WATCH OUT!!" she shouted, diving out of the way of the Octarian gunfire. It wasn't ink, these were actual bullets. But that didn't mean the Octarians were any more resistant to vanilla inkling return fire. Which put a smile onto Agent 3's face as they turned and opened fire on the closest, most vulnerable Octarian goon.

Like a party balloon, the Octarian burst in Agent 3's orange ink, heavily damaging the two soldiers nearest the explosion. One down, way too many to count to go.


And like magic, Marie was in full Squidbeak Splatoon attire, "Pierre, Jackson, we've got hostiles! Let's cook 'em!"

( Phantom Thief of Hearts )

 

[Thepotatogod]

--FullFull Unit: RabbitRabbit--
Bixir

Cassandra's suspicions were half on the mark when sounds of something hopping around the room can be heard, along with a quick shadow passing behind them. The hopping grew louder and louder, as if approaching them from behind.

Just then, a curiously shaped rabbit with a golden gear-shaped logo hopped onto the dining table, hopping inches closer as it glanced at the two guests, clearly confused. It was only expecting one after all.

The machine produced cartoonish hopping sounds as it attempted to communicate. After it spoke, both of their phones rang, a message sent from an unknown number.

'One of you wouldn't happen to be this Batgirl fella, would you? Just checkin if we're right since we don't have any records for your facial description yet.' The message read, the red rabbit's head glancing left and right. It then continued making it's hopping noise, another message popping on their phones. 'Oh, just so we're clear, the Prof's down at the lab. I'm just tonight's guard to keep the bad guys away, so I need you gals to answer me, okay...?' It pleaded, not wanting to fight the two guests.

 

[Phantom Thief of Hearts]

• THE DANGER FORCE

• 
  
  
  STRIP CLUB, ARGENTINA
  Ferociousfeind​
  
  Jackson full of paranoia ran at the Octarians and brutalized them with a nearby chair, "WHERE'S ILSA!?" he screamed as he began his assault on the Octarian Drug Dealers.
  
  Pierre, not wanting the scene to be forever embedded into his mind, pulled out his phone to call Perón...
  
  
  LATER IN PERÓN'S MANSION
  Ferociousfeind​
  
  The Squids where tied up together and suspended over a swimming pool where bathing suit-clad men pointed and chuckled at them.
  
  Meanwhile, Jackson found himself restrained by one of Perón's men while another one held a running Motorcycle near the American's face.
  
  <"Why do you want to see the President?"> The Motorcycle-wielding bodyguard sneered at Jackson, <"Who sent you!?">
  
  "Uh, Ola... Komo de..." Jackson's butchery of the Spanish language only made the bodyguard chuckle and compelled him to bring the running wheel of the motorcycle closer to Jackson's face, "Oh Shit! Pierre, I thought you were tight with these people!"
  
  However Pierre had his own problems to deal with in the form of a sleeping Jaguar. Pierre shushed Jackson, "Quiet, Jackson! You'll wake it!"
  
  The Jaguar's handler petted the peaceful creature as it purred with content.
  
  <"Maybe the ants will make you talk!"> the bodyguard then poured a can full of ants in front of the motorcycle's wheel which flung them all on to Jackson's face. Jackson screamed in agony which worried Pierre even more.
  
  
  ​
  "Perón?" Pierre smiled once his friend finally took a break from eating chicken to acknowledge them, "Hola, my friend!"
  
  "Next time, you really need to make an appointment!" Perón scolded Pierre before then chomping on the chicken leg.
  
  "I did! I tried calling you!" Pierre insisted to Perón.
  
  "You did?" Perón was confused by Pierre's claims.
  
  "Yes!" the Famous Pierre cried out.
  
  "Bullshit!" Perón shouted.
  
  Between gasps of air and ants Jackson looked over at Pierre, "Why didn't you make an appointment, Pierre?!"
  
  Perón then commanded his men to free their captives, "Let them go, they're with Laélo!"
  
  The aggressive bodyguards then freed everyone from their torture.
  
  The President of Argentina brushed the chicken crumbs from his shirt and approached our heroes, "Come, I know a place we can catch up, Laélo!"
  

 

[Thepotatogod]

--Katrielle Layton's Mystery Detective Agency and the Dangerou5 Files--
Phantom Thief of Hearts Bixir

Just as Minako picked up a random hockey stick that landed there and rushed towards the shooting trafficker, a green beam of light shot from the upper corner of eye, prompting her to stop as it shot in front her as it was soon redirected and crashed on the ground, clouds of sand burst all over the beach, prompting the Englishmen to shield their eyes, including the ever so brave Layton.

Minako could only gasp as she saw the person behind the beam-- Some sort of alien being clad in Green and Black, a bright green aura shining around him like some sort of saint. He seems to be holding up his fist, showing off an emerald ring of sorts. What is he?

"That light..." Hastings muttered as he somehow knew what that is. "A Green Lantern! I never thought there'd be another one aside from Hal." He expressed his surprise as he glanced at the Green Lantern, explaining it to Ernest who was hiding adjacent to him, peeking over to see the floating green man.

"Well isn't that a surprise..." Katrielle smiled at the Green Lantern, clearly not expecting his company. Knowing that the Traffickers are now fearing the light, she snuck up behind them in order to corner them. There'll be nowhere to run now, won't there?

 

[Phantom Thief of Hearts]

• To Live and Die in Argentina
• Little Lisa

• 
  
  
  CRIME-INFESTED SLUM, ARGENTINA​
  
  Tucker ran after his wife into an alley, the kind of alley where rich kids get orphaned in.
  
  "Claire! Where are you going!" Tucker called for his dearly beloved, "This isn't the way to the Yor Museum of Yor's Wold!"
  
  Claire turned to face her wimpy husband, "I just thought we'd take a scenic route in this crime-infested slum would be good cardio..."
  
  Tucker wasn't up to play this game with Claire, "Are you saying we should be nosing around crime-infested alley ways looking for seedy drug men instead of sticking to our mutually agreed itinerary plan and..." Tucker paused for a moment to muscle up the bravery to say it, "Consummate our marriage..."
  
  "Tucker!" Claire spat with disgust, "Our Commanding Officer is dead and your mind is in your... Trousers!"
  
  "I'm not a spy anymore, Claire! Those days are long gone! " Tucker defended his stance, "Now, I'm a singer/songwriter and semi-published erotic novelist... But most of all, I'm your husband! And I wanna enjoy our honeymoon!"
  
  Menacing Techno music echoed across the alley as a sinister man approached the couple...
  
  
  

  
  "You wanna buy some death sticks?"​
  
  "Tucker get me my gun!" Claire quickly knew that this was the notorious death stick dealer, Elan Sleazebaggano.
  
  "I didn't pack the gun..." Tucker informed Claire as he inspected his fanny pack.
  
  "What!?" Claire was at disbelief of Tucker's words.
  
  "I needed room for Sandwiches..." Tucker admitted as Elan walked ever closer to the couple.
  
  "You two ain't coming out of this alley alive if you don't buy some death sticks!" Elan pulled out a machete and was fully prepared to kill them if they didn't sample his wares until his Machete-wielding hand was stopped by a mysterious hat-wearing fellow.
  
  In a quick display of martial arts the hat-wearing fellow defeated Elan Sleazebaggano.
  
  The Hat-wearing man quickly went to Claire and spoke in an equally mysterious Germanic language, <"Are you all right, my dear?">
  
  ​
  "Thanks, Ethnic Local!" Tucker's gleeful thanks snapped the Mysterious Man from his fantasy.
  
  <"This place is a bad neighborhood, dear,"> the Mysterious Man warned the couple just before they parted ways from him, <"No place for a pretty like you."> In spite of this the couple walked away from him a bit more until... <"You could use a guide!">
  
  Tucker stopped dead in his tracks when he heard the Mysterious Man's suggestion, "That's a bonza idea!" Tucker turned to face his wife to share the news that she was right there for, "Claire did you hear that? Our very own Sherpa!" Tucker turned back to the mystery man who saved them, "What's! your! name! Sherpa!"
  
  
  ​
  Claire stood there in shock, "It can't be... Hitler's dead..."
  
  Tucker however brushed Claire's worries aside, "Yes and Hitler never wore hats."
  
  <"I'll take you to a traditional Cat Circus,"> Father Hitler told the couple.
  
  Tucker's eyes widen with excitement as he pulled out the brochure, "Just like in the brochure!" The Aussie jumped with glee as he walked side by side with Father Hitler.
  
  "So, you think that you can teach me how to communicate with cats?" Tucker asked the Ethnic Local as they made their way to the Cat Circus with Claire following them closely.
  
  
  BEACHFRONT
  Thepotatogod Bixir
  ​
  A young boy ran up to the Detectives and Green Lantern and made a rather off topic declaration, "Everyone! Come to the Cat Circus!" before running off to said Cat Circus.
  
  
• 
  
  
  LUXURY SUPER YACHT ​
  
  Ilsa, undercover as a Dancer, performed for the entertainment of the seedy Drug man, Carlos Mendez. The evil Nazi Drug lord, jutted down notes for a secret mission.
  
  <"Don't worry, Octavio, the Führer has everything under control..."> Carlos spoke to his associate over on a cellular phone, <"I'll forward the message...">
  
  Carlos took a moment to admire Ilsa's beauty before he was interrupted by another call on his cellular phone, <"What is it, Peron?">
  
  Ilsa took Carlos' drink and drank from it while she kept her eyes locked on the message Carlos was writing down.
  
  ​
  As Ilsa's sight honed in on Carlos' message it read... 'Danville Multiversity'... 'Crystal County'... 'Female Student'... 'Senior Year'.
  
  With that Ilsa finished Mendez's drink just as he was with his call. Carlos exited the room in a huff and left Ilsa to smirk at her success with a smoke.
  
  <"Hey, Lisa..."> called one of Ilsa's fellow dancers, <"Where's my lap dance?"> She and another dancer began to chuckle at the Russian's expense.
  
  Ilsa wasn't one to take the insult lying down and shot her cigarette at the offending dancer and knocked her out. Ilsa raised another cigarette, <"You wanna get lit?"> Ilsa coldly glared at the conscious Dancer who ran off in fear of the Russian's might.
  

 

[SpaceRavens03]

• Buenos Aires

• 
  ---------------------------------------------------------
  Main Objective:
  Rendezvous with Jo Amon
  -What would he be doing in Argentina of all places?
  ---------------------------------------------------------
  Current Objective:
  Takedown the Hoodlums
  -These guys are getting on my nerves
  ---------------------------------------------------------
  With both arms raised in a guard stance,a magenta aura surrounding his body for a brief moment,Kiryu rushed in towards them as the first punk started to swing his chain at him. Getting down and quickly dodging to the left,Kiryu stepped towards the man attempting to strike him swiftly,knocking him up into the air and delivering a fast flurry of blows on the poor sod.
  
  
  
  With a deep breath as he readied his right fist for the last blow,Kiryu then threw the punch at the thug,sending the latter flying towards several other hoodlums behind the ones charging at the Ex-yakuza.
  
  The gunners disoriented for some time,Kiryu picked up the chains the thug he was beating up had drop and used it as a weapon.
  
  Phantom Thief of Hearts
  

 

[Thepotatogod]

--White Heart Vs. Black Heart--
Phantom Thief of Hearts

"Let's get on with it already!" Blanc, now turned into White Heart snarled as she gripped her ax, preparing to engage on the battle of the century.

"We were not planning to lose to begin with." Noire, now turned into Black Hear responded to her fellow Goddess, Purple Heart as she prepared her Rapier.

Whenever it was signalled, the fight would begin in great chaos of flashing lights and attacks. Of course, that's how these battles would go after all.

 

[Bixir]

• Mewnisse
• Third Eternia
• Beacon Academy
• Buenos Aires, Argentina

• Phantom Thief of Hearts
  The armored giant of a man did not seem the slightest concerned by the magician's gestures. He had faced magic before, and though this one appeared to be powerful, the Black Knight would not be made a slave of anyone. As the chains began to restrain him, his strength struggled in turn, nearly wresting free from their control in that moment, just in time for them to disappear. So that's what this was...
  
  Had he not hesitated, he would certainly have relieved this man... Baron Mordo was it? of his head, a rebuttal that was no longer necessary. He reminded him of associates past, and more importantly, he spoke of things especially familiar to him. Perhaps an arrangement could be made after all. He lowered his blade to his side, allowing it to hover a couple of inches off of the ground. "The Falchion? Aye, I know the sword... it would seem that we have an accord, Baron. What would you have of the Black Knight?"
• Birdsie Crenando
  So that was where the rest of the cache was hiding out. That old underground bunker, in the network of tunnels beneath the surface... it made too much sense for Catra's liking. To think that they were going to have to work for their pay... new minion notwithstanding.
  
  She threw the man to the ground, stepping aside to let her new friend have his fun with him and the rest of them. It was almost a little disgusting, watching him work. It was beginning to remind her a little too much of how Shadow Weaver treated prisoners. Had she ever gone on the battlefield personally?... of course not. That wasn't her style. This Mage was a much more personable mystic megalomaniac. And she was perfectly fine with that, zombies and all.
  
  Even if the rest of their patrol wasn't okay with it (and they most certainly weren't), Catra had a mind to ditch all of them at this point. It wasn't like any of them had done nearly as much for this mission as she or this mage had. Many of them seemed to get the memo, and were already sulking their way back to the Fright Zone. She decided not to stop them; they knew what punishment awaited them. How pathetic.
  
  As the zombies in question looked her way, Catra reasserted her dominant posture, folding her arms sort of casually, sort of seriously, as she stared them down back. She had been around undead before, but it wasn't like it got much easier the second or third or eighth time. She couldn't help but smile, though. This was turning out to be way better than it had had any right to be. Without saying anything, she began moving, prompting the rest of them to follow suit. Shadow Weaver hadn't deemed them fit to have transports (naturally), which left plenty of dead time between here and their destination. It was going to be a bit of a walk.
  
  "You're really something, you know that, Red? Was it all explosions and zombies back home?"
• Thepotatogod
  Movement. She knew it. Just as Cassandra prepared to move into action, she stopped herself as she identified the strange rabbit robot that was the culprit. It would have blended in easily enough. Cassandra's gaze lowered, still too confused by all of this for her liking. Lunella, on the other hand, was absolutely taken in by this thing. "Oh em gee, a rabbit robot! All of this is so cool! I have a new idea!"
  
  What that translated to was that Cassandra would probably have some new gadget by next week, if not by tomorrow (and it would probably be rabbit-themed... it could be worse). Before she could get too excited, Lunella, followed by Cassandra, stopped to notice the messages that had been sent to their phones. How had he gotten their numbers? Was this guy capable of hacking whatever security Lunella had baked into these? That said a lot about how smart he was, and proved Cassandra paranoia a little too well on how this might go down. But they couldn't back out now.
  
  The only issue was that even with something as simple as texting. While Lunella sent her own, extremely detailed message to the sender in question (no doubt exposing who was who in what they had going on with their outfit), Cassandra directed her response at the rabbit.
  
  "Lead the way. We're new here."
• Thepotatogod Phantom Thief of Hearts
  Garrus could only smirk, flexing a little as he continued to lower to the ground, though kept hovering, keeping his eye on these goons to make sure they didn't get away. He had a feeling that this was another random crime in this rotten city, but you never wanted to let any loose ends slip through your fingers. That, and if his eyes didn't deceive him...
  
  "Katrielle Layton? A pleasure meeting you here, and a surprise, I might add. Garrus Vakarian, at your service." With one last thought, the hardlight fist moved towards the group of criminals, transforming and splitting off into a series of emerald cufflinks that bound them side by side in a circle before forcing them down onto the ground. Now they wouldn't be going anywhere.
  
  He snarked at Hastings, a not so subtle streak of wit in his tone. "Trust me, officer, there's plenty of us out there. It's better you don't know what keeps us busy."
  
  The moment was broken by a boy running up to them. Garrus felt his mood hardening at the mention of... well, that. There was only one thing this could mean. "Excuse me, detectives, but I'd better be on my way. Green Lantern business and all that. Good luck with your investigation."
  
  With that, Garrus followed the boy. He had a bad feeling about where this would lead... knowing his luck, it'd lead him to the people who he had come here to keep an eye on. That was how these things always seemed to play out.

 

[Thepotatogod]

--Sento Kiryu--
Bixir Phantom Thief of Hearts

'I'll take that as a yes.' The Rabbit answered through the text messages on their phones as it hopped towards the fridge, hopping as it placed it's foot above the handle, sliding onto the hole of it's foot as it to swung open to reveal a passageway big enough for a human to pass through. 'Right this way, ladies!' The Rabbit messaged as it disattached it's foot from the handle and reattached itself onto the main body as it landed, glancing at the two women before hopping inside the passage way.

The passage way appears to lead onto a platform with a staircase leading down towards a slightly larger underground room, which appeared to be a small laboratory occupied with a pod-like machine in the far back of the room, a blackboard on the side, and several workbenches with one specifically for using his computer. As told by the Rabbit mech, the genius physicist was there, busy with what would be a mechanical looking arm, about the size of that of a human female. On one of the workbenches is what appeared to be a young teenaged girl at the surface with a ripped arm, but upon closer inspection, the wound where the arm is ripped off of are bundles of wires poking out. She was sitting idly on the workbench, as if a child attending a checkup at the doctor's.

"Alright, we're almost done." Sento stood up from his seat and approached the sitting android girl. "All I have to do is attach this new arm and you'll feel as good as new."

"That's good to hear!" The android girl smiled, relieved on the progress of her repairs, "I'm terribly sorry that you have to do this for me, though. I wish I could've been more careful."

"Don't sweat it too hard, Polendina-chan. You did your best." Sento reaffirmed the android as he placed the arm beside her. "Now I'll need to turn you off for me to attach this properly, okay?"

"Of course, sir." The girl named Polendina nodded as she turned around, removing a portion of her clothing, specifically the cloth wrapped around her neck, exposing the skin.

"Hey, I already told you to call me by the name 'Sento Kiryu'...Or Build." Sento corrected with a sigh, "You don't have to force yourself to commit to your programmed military jargon in front of me."

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it."

"That's something I'll have to patch that some other time." Sento shrugged as he stood up and walked back to the other workbench. "In all seriousness though...Thanks for looking out for me back there." He thanked the android girl as he grabbed a screwdriver and some pliers.

"It's the least I could do to repay you." Polendina glanced at Sento and nodded, "You did allow me to have a second chance, after all. And I'm grateful for that."

"You're still hung up on that?" Sento asked as he returned to the girl's side, "It's just a simple matter of curiosity, that's all. It would be a shame to see someone's daughter cast aside like yesterday's scrap." He lets out a grin as pushed a small button on the girl's nape, causing it to split open to reveal two small buttons. "All right, I'm turning off your main power source. Ready?" He asked as the Android girl lets out a nod. "Alright then...Goodnight, Penny." He pressed the button, soon closing the compartment as it initiated the shut-down protocol.

"Goodnight..." Penny hesitated for a second, presumably to remove the 'sir' from the sentence she was about to utter, "Sento." She said, lying down as she closed her eyes, powering down.

"Alright, now to remove that so she wouldn't suddenly wake up on me..." Sento stretched as he began to unbutton her shirt and pressed on the center of the chest, causing her chest cavity to open as it revealed her power source; a metal can of some sort, with a design motif similar to Build's base form with some jagged white bolts streaking from it. The words 'Rabbit Tank Sparkling!!' written below the two dimly glowing eye sockets. As he began to unplug the can from Penny's various wires that act as veins, he hears the hopping of the red rabbit, signaling the Batgirl's arrival. "Oh, good. Just in time." He nodded, turning to the stairwell to see the two women. "Welcome to my lab...Not entirely the most flashy, but it's the most efficient."

 

[Birdsie]

• Red Wizard - Third Eternia

• 
  Red Wizard politely followed a bit to the right of Catra. The dull-witted zombies followed behind the two of them with irregular steps, but quick enough that they were catching up.
  
  On their way to wherever they were going - for the Red Wizard relegated thinking and commanding to his new boss - he surveyed the environment for anything interesting. There didn't seem to be any sausage-growing trees in the area, which disappointed him, but there were other trees.
  
  Speaking of foliage, it kind of disturbed him there was greenery of any kind here. The fact that he wasn't in a war-torn badland of gray and dark brown rock and scorched blast holes left behind by years of constant dragon bombardments suggested he was far from Midgard.
  
  First, the Great War Against Grimnir, then Assatur, then the Wizard Wars - these, in particular, being caustic to the environment - and then Lok. One massive, apocalyptic event after the other, and Red Wizard had seen all of it - and, in fact, participated in them along with his friends, thwarting some but not all among them.
  
  Seeing so much foliage in any one place was quite foreign to his eyes.
  
  Naturally, he could change the landscape to fit his expectations with just a few repeated castings of Dragon Strike, but the emphasis was on could. He liked this.
  
  Suddenly, Catra began speaking, probably to relieve the awkward silence of their walk. More importantly, she was curious about wizardry! Red Wizard appeared to show a lot of interest on the subject.
  
  "<Not quite! Zombies aren't that common. I got the Raise Dead spell for killing a bunch of necromancers. As for the explosion part, yes: Any graduate of Aldrheim academy is expected to be able to kill cave trolls in three spell-castings or less, though, to be perfectly honest with you, most learn it in the first few weeks, once they figure out the elemental combination for Nightmare Hailstone. That's probably, like, the strongest elemental spell that exists.>"
  
  He gesticulated in a circular, dismissive manner as he said, "<Practical Magecraft lessons at Aldrheim were quite something, let me tell you. The professor would erect a barrier around the classroom, leave, lock the door, and then we - by we, I mean everyone in the classroom - would blow each other to tiny, smoking bits with all manner of spell. After the sounds of murder and havoc died down, the professor would walk back into the classroom, revive everyone, and the lesson was over. I'm quite proud to say I was excellent in those classes and got model grades, mostly because I learned early on to put up a shield and let all spells reflect back at the mass of idiots killing each other, then I killed whoever was standing last with a Flaming Arcane Boulder. Fucking noobs. I always tell those normies that shield spells are important, but they never listen.>"
  
  He shook his head disapprovingly.
  
  

Bixir

 

[Thepotatogod]

--Katrielle Layton's Mystery Detective Agency and the Dangerous Files--
Phantom Thief of Hearts Bixir

"The pleasure is mine, Mr. Green Lantern." Katrielle beamed as she rounded up the traffickers and dragged them towards the one Hastings and Minako took care of, soon beginning the process of handcuffing them. Just then, a boy came along and them about a cat circus, which incited the curiosity of the eccentric detective. "Ooh, now that'll be interesting!" She took note as Garrus then left with the boy, Ernest and Sherl finally went out of the hiding, deeming it safe. "Inspector, I trust that you'll handle things here?" He turned to the Inspector who had just finished handcuffing the Traffickers.

"Huh? Yeah." Inspector Hastings nodded as he took out his phone to call the local police station, "I'll get these guys to the station for interrogation...Do you plan on doing some sightseeing, Katri?"

"Yep!" Katrielle nodded as the rest of her Detective Agency approached her. "We'll take a peek at this Cat Circus. It sounds like it'll be a lot of fun."

The Dog barked, as if sighing, displeased with Katrielle's descision. However, it did seem that he agree a bit.

"Alright." The Inspector nodded, "I'll just call you if something come up." He said, soon leading the arrested Traffickers away.

Katrielle and the others soon made their way to the Cat Circus, not knowing what to expect. Minako was excited as well, but she's probably more worried about the cats' wellbeing more than anything, really.

 

[Phantom Thief of Hearts]

• BIG TROUBLE IN LITTLE ARGENTINA
• RUSSIANS LIKE US

• 
  
  
  PERON'S PRIVATE BEACH RESORT, ARGENTINA
  Ferociousfeind​
  
  Peron invited the group to his private beach resort where party time is 24/7. The group sat at a table with lavish Argentinian food served to them.
  
  "It was the ants, Pierre," an unhinged Jackson ranted to his friend, "If anything it was the ants."
  
  "Yes, I know," Pierre tried to calm Jackson down, "Get over it."
  
  "Hey Laélo! Sorry about the misunderstanding," Peron with a kiwi and rolling pin in hand chuckled as he took his seat
  
  "It's okay, my friend," Pierre was incredibly forgiving of the hell Peron put them through.
  
  "Your American friend, he's strong and tough!" Peron shook the wobbly table to emphasized his point, "Like this table!" The two friends shared sensible chuckles at Jackson's expense.
  
  "Peron, I need you to pull some shoelaces for me," Pierre looked into his friend's eyes and hoped that he may provide them the answers that they seek, "We are looking for a man named Carlos Mendez..."
  
  Peron froze with fear upon hearing the name of Carlos Mendez.
  
  
  TRADITIONAL CAT CIRCUS, ARGENTINA
  Bixir Thepotatogod
  ​
  "This Cat Circus is as remarkable as a fried kangaroo egg," Tucker marveled at the performance the trained Argentinian Cats and their tamer, Christopher.
  
  The kind ethnic local, Father Hitler, smiled at Tucker, <"We serve fired kangaroo eggs on my luxury super yacht.">
  
  Tucker beamed with excitement as he hurriedly turned to inform Claire, "Claire did you hear that? A Luxury Super Yacht!" Tucker's smile faded when he saw Claire conversing with other people and no doubt about her suspicions on the identity of the wonderful ethnic local, Father Hitler.
  
  Claire stood next to a young detective girl, the same one who helped with the Chestbridge Killings case, "Don't you think he looks a bit too much like Hitler?"
  
  
• 
  
  
  

  
  In the cold communism worshiping planet of USSR-Land was the home of the Commies' Premier Nikita Khrushchev! Khrushchev sat upon his throne as he was entertained by his Soviet Dance Witches. He was disturbed by a sudden phone call from none other than Ilsa over in Argentina.
  
  "Ilsa, my love," Khrushchev greeted the Russian Spy, "Still working on your tan?"
  
  <"Beats freezing my ass off at home, Nikita,"> Ilsa bluntly told her husband.
  
  "I like the cold," Khrushchev wasn't too concerned, "Keeps me honest."
  
  In spite of those two ideas not correlating with each other the comment made the stoic Ilsa chuckle.
  
  "Now what do you bring to me today, Potato Lips?" Nikita asked his wife.
  
  Ilsa pulled out a rom disk and inserted it into the payphone.
  
  The Dance Witches halted their hypnotic movements to... do this...
  
  ​
  "Go to America..." Nikita commanded Ilsa, much to her shock, "And intercept Hitler's next move."
  
  <"But..."> Ilsa was about to object only for Nikita to talk over her.
  
  "You mission in Argentina is complete," Khrushchev continued, "Now destroy Hitler's Luxury Yacht with this... Bombushka..."
  
  ​
  <"Whatever you say, your majesty..."> Ilsa reluctantly went along with Khrushchev's plans.
  

 

[Phantom Thief of Hearts]

• BATTLEWORLD NEPTUNIA

• 
  
  
  PLANEPTUNE COLOSSEUM
  Thepotatogod​
  Just as the CPUs were about to start their match, a familiar figure appeared.
  
  "CPUs! I do apologize for arriving so late for the festivities..." the voice of Amora the Enchantress called out the CPUs, "I just had to freshen up."
  
  "Amora? You're about as persistent as Arfoire..." Purple Heart glared at the Asgardian Witch, "And at a One-to-Four disadvantage... admirable for a so-called Master of Evil."
  
  "You think that the Enchantress would come alone, CPU?" Amora could not help but laugh at the notion.
  
  "Well, it would be a change of pace..." Green Heart commented on the matter.
  
  "Please," Amora's hands glowed an ominous green, "Why dirty my hand when I have my puppets..."
  
  A Dazzling golden beam of light struck the CPUs and returned them to their human forms.
  
  The ones responsible for appeared before the stunned audience...
  
  
  From Purple Heart's place was Neptune who crawled out of the rubble, the weaken CPU could only mutter out a single name, "Uzume..."
  

 

[Thepotatogod]

--The Goddesses, The Dragon, and The Shooting Star--
Phantom Thief of Hearts

"Amora!" Stella rose from her feet as she saw the familiar enchantress.

"That's one of those bastards of evil, ain't it?!" Ryuga growled as he took out the Build Driver and setting it in front of his belt, about to call upon the Cross-Z Dragon when several beams shot at the CPUs at blinding speeds, giving the two no time to react as a large explosion occurred, smoke and rubble covered the immediate area as part of the colosseum collapsed upon the CPUs, which burried the CPUs as they were hit. Just as the smoke cleared, it was as clear as day who was it that enacted the attack. Four women clad with mechanical enhancements with a hint of gold on them which appeared to be their staple. One of them seemed to be familiar with one of the Goddesses. Specifically, Noire.

"K...Sha...?" Noire looked up at the Gold bearing, eye-patched girl, who seemed to lack a response at the moment.

"Gold Third..." Blanc uttered out, "They're with the Masters of Evil now...?"

Gritting his teeth, Ryuga vaulted over the colosseum seats and into the arena proper along with Stella, rushing in front of the Goddesses in an attempt to protect them, standing in between the Masters of Evil and the Goddesses, glaring at the Enchantress. It's an impulse, but in order to protect everything he cared about right at this moment, he must act.

"CPU Goddesses. Please save your strength." Stella glanced behind her, towards the Goddesses as she took out her massive cannon.

BOTTLE BURN! CROSS-Z MAGMA!

"We'll take it from here!" Ryuga finished, taking out the Magma Knuckle and the black charred bottle, popping it in the knuckle before slamming it onto the Build Driver. Ryuga would then turn the lever of the Build Driver, a large bucket like mechanism materializing behind him as he finished turning the lever.

ARE YOU READY?!

"Henshin!" Ryuga declared to the driver's protocol driven question before he was poured with live magma including his surroundings, solidifying in a matter of seconds as several serpentine dragons emerged from the lava pool, along with forming the armor Ryuga had.

RED-HOT MUSCLES! CROSS-Z MAGMA! ACHACHACHACHACHACHA--ACHAAA!

The bucket mechanism then pullled back and rammed itself onto Ryuga, breaking the solidified magma around him, completing the sequence.

Ryuga and Stella prepared themselves to engage against the Masters of Evil, with Stella having her left eye burn blue, as if waiting for this chance.

 

[SpaceRavens03]

• Midway Zawame

• 
  “Now then...let's try going straightforward. Keyword:Cockroach”
  
  Several book shelves in the Gaia Library started to shift aside,with some still remaining on the floor or suspended in the air.
  
  “Second Keyword:Bat”
  
  Once again,more book shelves shifted away in front of Philip as he waited for the last keyword for the time being.
  
  “Third Keyword: Dragon”
  
  Even more books shelves had shifted away,but there were still 4 shelves remaining,all of which has quite the number of books tucked in.
  
  “It doesn't seem to be enough to narrow the search area,try including the one word description for each of the monsters.”
  
  “Gimme a moment.” Shotaro spoke as he turned to Goro. “Just a word of confirmation,the witness never said anything about their looks being different even for a brief while right?”
  
  Thepotatogod
  

 

[Thepotatogod]

--Goro Akechi--
SpaceRavens03

"Come to think of it...They did say some things about the cockroach that differed from each other." Goro brushed up his notes and flipped through the pages. "Some say that the roach had red skin underneath the grey exoskeleton, some say it was blue, while the other said was green." Goro summarized the difference between the roach monster sightings. "Mainly, the difference was in color."

 

[Ferociousfeind]

Marie & Agent 3 ~ Peron's beach resort

The two little squid things were trying their best to relax after the water torture Peron had subjected them to. It wasn't working too well. While they were both sipping from coconuts and taking advantage of about every service provided, neither of them could really stomach looking out to the ocean. Agent 3 seemed to take joy in the fact that Jackson, in particular, had been tortured as well. Marie couldn't get an answer as to why, just a little bit of chuckling.

Marie, on the other hand, had been listening in on Pierre's, Jackson's, and Peron's conversation. Pierre brought up the name of Hitler's right-hand wolf-man, Carlos Mendez, which caused Peron to freeze. Immediately, Marie decided this man's silence had been bought. She got up, dramatically disposing of her coconut beverage, and confronted the three, Agent 3 in tow, "Let me guess, Peron. Carlos Mendez paid you to capture what remained of Danger 5, didn't he? And he told you not to say anything?"

Agent 3 stood, dumbfounded. Was Marie onto something? They couldn't honestly tell. Peron and Carlos could easily be enemies, they reasoned.

( Phantom Thief of Hearts )

 

[Phantom Thief of Hearts]

• Class of 1950

• 
  
  
  PERON'S PRIVATE BEACH RESORT
  Ferociousfeind​
  
  "Marie, that's no way to talk to a friend," Pierre waved his finger at the Squid before returning his attention to Peron, "Isn't that right, my friend?"
  
  Peron sweated even more when Marie accused him of being paid by Mendez, out of Desperation, a Nervous Peron swiftly grabbed the kiwi and the rolling pin, "Hey, you know these drinks go well with Kiwi rolls... I think you taught me that, Laélo!"
  
  "Yes! I did!" Pierre said excitedly as the two friends chuckled among themselves.
  
  Jackson however noticed the way Peron rolled the kiwi in his hands and how it reminded him of the North Korean Commie and how he rolled the lipstick in his hands and the horrific torture Jackson endured in the jungles of North Korea. Just as the traumatic flashbacks faded, Jackson saw a ghost from his past among the crowd of party goers...
  
  ​
  
  Without a second thought, Jackson pulled out his revolver and screamed, "HE'S GOT ILSA! GOD DAMN IT! THIS GUY'S A COMMUNIST! HE'S TRYING TO GIVE US A COMMBLOW JOB!"
  
  "Woah! Woah! Woah! Calm down, my friend!" Pierre desperately tried to defused the situation that quickly escalated.
  
  Peron nervously chewed a Kiwi slice as the situation fell apart around him.
  
  "Ilsa isn't here!" Pierre tried to pull Jackson back into reality.
  
  "She's right there!" Jackson directed everyone's attention over to the spot where he claimed to have seen Ilsa, Damn it.
  
  Peron was quick to inform Jackson of his mistake, "That's just my daughter, Christina!"
  
  Jackson looked back at where he allegedly saw Ilsa to find another person there.
  
  "Too much party in my nose, papi..." Christina complained to her father.
  
  "It's okay, baby!" Peron reassured his daughter.
  
  Jackson was tired of playing around with this alleged communist and pinned his revolver against the side of Peron's head, "WHERE'S CARLOS!?"
  
  "I was going to tell you anyways..." Peron sneered at the group, "but given the circumstances; I've changed my mind!"
  
  Jackson promptly fired his revolver and killed the Argentinian President instantly.
  
  "WHAT DID YOU DO THAT FOR!?" a shocked Pierre screamed at his crazed Friend.
  
  "The information is inside his head!" Jackson justified his murder of an important political figure the best he can, "We can find it ourselves!"
  
  "ARE YOU SERIOUS!?" Pierre was astonished by Jackson's crazed mind at work.
  
  ​
  Just before the group could react to the sudden appearance of Carlos, his men arrived to restrain them.
  
  "Mendez was here the whole time!" Pierre shouted in disbelief of how much they've wasted their time here.
  
  "Shit!" Jackson cursed as Mendez's drug runners pinned their Uzis on the group.
  
  Pierre had his own colorful word to express his disapproval of the situation, "Fish!"
  
  And with that... Mendez's drug runners swiftly shoved their prisoners into the back of an unmarked Van. Their destination, a Luxury Super Yacht.
  
  
  
  "Mmm... limonada."​
  
  
  BUENOS AIRES AIRPORT, ARGENTINA
  SpaceRavens03​
  
  After defeating Argentina's infamous Boombox Hoodlums, a note appeared before Kiryu. The Note read, "Come to the Luxury Super Yacht" with Directions to the Super Yacht on the back of it.
  
  

 

[SpaceRavens03]

• Midway Zawame
• Buenos Aires

• 
  Shotaro couldn't help but smile in response.
  
  Guy's already deducing the keyword pretty quickly,he's got a pretty bright future ahead of him as a detective.
  
  “Great! Thanks,Goro.” Shotaro then turned to look at Philip,who still has his eyes closed while accessing the Gaia Library. “Philip,keyword: Colour”
  
  Finally,3 shelves were shifted aside,leaving one shelf by itself. However,just as Philip eagerly waited for the book to show itself however,he suddenly felt a massive headache. At the same time,the formerly white background of the Gaia Library started flashing red,then blue,and last green. Eventually,the bookshelf in front of him had seemingly shattered,and the Library then kicked Philip out.
  
  Back in the real world,Philip was clutching his head in pain as he collapsed onto the floor,prompting a very worried Shotaro to check on his partner.
  
  “Philip! You alright!?”
  
  “A little headache here and there....but I'll be okay. Its not letting me see the results...”
  
  “Tsch...is that so....”
  
  “....I'm sorry,Shotaro.”
  
  “Its alright,just try not to search for it again if it hurts you pretty badly.”
  
  Thepotatogod
  
• 
  Hmm? This this....?
  
  Picking up the note,he read the message written.
  
  "Come to the Luxury Super Yacht"....I don't like the sound of this. But if Amon is there then I'll have to get there as fast as I can.
  
  Keeping the note in his pocket,he sprinted towards where the writer of the note would've expected him.
  
  ---------------------------------------------------------
  Main Objective:
  Rendezvous with Jo Amon
  -What would he be doing in Argentina of all places?
  ---------------------------------------------------------
  New Objective:
  Get to the Luxury Super Yacht
  -This better lead me to him....
  ---------------------------------------------------------
  Phantom Thief of Hearts
  

 

[Thepotatogod]

--Katrielle Layton's Mystery Detective Agency and the Dangerous Files--
Phantom Thief of Hearts Bixir

"Woah...!" Katrielle and Minako stared in child-like awe as they watched the cat circus unfold, marveling at the performance.

"I never knew it was actually possible for cats to be trained like that..." Ernest admitted, holding the dog up for it to see the show properly.

"Me neither..." Minako nodded in response to Ernest, soon taking note of the somewhat familiar blonde that approached the group. "Isn't she a member of Danger 5?" She asked aloud.

"You've met them, Ms. Minako?" Ernest asked, curious on how Minako managed to know what one of the Danger 5 members looked like.

"Yeah. Me and my friend met them on a space station a few months ago." Minako explained how she first met the Danger 5. "Although we crashed in on the latter part of their mission."

The Dog barked in a confused manner, not knowing where Minako's story headed.

Anyway, yes, back to Claire asking Katrielle on how she thinks that man wearing a fedora looked a little too much like Hitler.

"Hmm..." The Detective rubbed her chin, "He does show a striking resemblance to him...What's his name?" She asked, curious to know who he is. This info made Minako raise a brow at the blonde agent. Why would she be suspiscous about some random guy who looked like Hitler? She did see his dead body on the Dog Star and it wouldn't hazard a guess to say that the Danger ultimately killed him. Then again, she didn't know he was alive, so...

 

[Count Gensokyo]

Celestia Ludenberg, a once proud member of the elites of Hope’s Peak Academy, had now been reduced to sitting through the dry lectures of a commoners’ school.

She had been doing anything but paying attention in class, so when the school day was finally over with, she stood from her seat at the window and quickly left the classroom.

Akira nodded softly as he glanced around the classroom. It looks like Celeste had just left as class ended, leaving them little time to give chase to the Ultimate Gambler.

Akira began by walking out of the classroom, hoping to catch a glimpse of where she went. The hallway is long enough to make sure she could be

“Celeste!” a student called out to her before she could reach the stairs leading to the first floor.

Celeste turned her head to find a couple of male students approaching her. Now that she was stopped in the middle of the hallway, Akira could spot her clearly among the swarms of students exiting from class.

“Hey, Celeste. Sorry to bother you, but we really just wanted to know something,” one of the students said. His partner nodded enthusiastically.

The student leaned in, trying to make himself seem less conspicuous.

“Can you, like, make us fake IDs and stuff?” he asked her excitedly. “Thanks to you, we’ve really wanted to hit the casino lately.”

“As much as I appreciate you asking me for favours, I am on a tight schedule,” Celeste replied in a strangely captivating accent.

“Perhaps if you come to me earlier next time, I will be able to look more into your predicament.”

With that said, Celeste slipped out of the abruptly cut conversation, leaving two disappointed fans in her wake as she made her way toward the stairs.

Thepotatogod Phantom Thief of Hearts

 

[Phantom Thief of Hearts]

• MILES MORALES: SUNFLOWER
• CITY OF HOPE
• BATTLEWORLD NEPTUNIA

• 
  
  
  SHUJIN ACADEMY
  Thepotatogod Count Gensokyo​
  
  
  
  
  Classes were finished for Miles as the young vigilante danced to the rhythmic tones of his favorite song.
  
  "♫Needless to say, I'm keeping her in check!♪" Miles was lost in his own world as he made his way down the hall.
  
  "♪She was all bad-bad, nevertheless!♫" Miles sung just before his Spider-Sense alerted him of Celestia blocking his way.
  
  Miles stopped himself in front of the Gambler before things got awkward...
  
  There's Celeste...
  
  Miles froze in front of Celestia who raised an eyebrow at him.
  
  Do the Shoulder touch before she walks away!
  
  Miles' hand slowly reaches for the oblivious Celestia's shoulder.
  
  Why is this so scary? Am I doing this in slow motion or does it just feel that way?
  
  Miles’ nervous thoughts clouded his mind and soon vanished once he realized that his hand was on Celestia's shoulder. The Silence between the two was deafening but soon Miles would be the first to break the Silence.
  
  Miles' voice deepened as he said the one word he needed to say... "Hey."
  
  Miles froze as he began to sweat profusely...
  
  What do I do now!?
  
  Miles slowly took his hand off of Celestia's shoulder only for his fingers to stick on Celestia's clip-on hair drill.
  
  "Wait, these are fake...?" Miles was perplexed by the idea of people wearing clip-ons like these 24/7 but soon realized that he wasn't making a good impression on Celestia, "I-I mean they still look great on you! I, uhhh..." Miles quickly shook the hair accessory off of his hand and gave it back to Celestia. Embarrassed by the whole affair, Miles quickly left the scene before he made things worse.
  
  Smooth, Miles...
  
  Miles took a momentary glance back at Celestia who did not look happy.
  
  Real Smooth...
  
  
  Now out of the School, Miles sighed as the school day didn't end exactly the way he wanted.
  
  "Yo, Miles!" Called out Miles' best friend, Ganke Lee, "So, how did it go with you and Celeste?"
  
  Miles shot his friend with a look of annoyance.
  
  "Sticky Fingers?" Ganke quickly guessed how the situation went for Miles.
  
  "Yeah..." Miles hung his head in shame as the pair walked down the sidewalk, "You'd think that having superpowers would make this easy..."
  
  "Yeah, but Miles... You weren't bitten by a radioactive bat," Ganke pointed out the glaring issue with Miles' attempts to woo Celestia, "At least then you'd be rich!"
  
  Before Miles could respond, his Spider-Sense went off and from above came forth...
  
  "HA! Another successful haul for..."
  
  

  
  "THE LOOTER!"​
  
  Miles and Ganke looked at the Z-List criminal and said in sync with each other, "Spider-Man."
  
  Miles quickly ran into an alley while Ganke covered for his friend.
  
  The Looter aimed his totally legit gun at a green-haired woman who was just out grocery shopping, "The Bag! Now, Lady!"
  
  The woman pulled her groceries away from the sinister Looter only for the criminal to snatch it from her. Thankfully she had a quirk that allowed her to pull her groceries back to her. While the Looter snatches it back. The pair engaged in a ridiculous tug of war with the groceries until...
  
  "Dude, seriously?!" said a voice that distracted the Looter and costed him his tug of war.
  
  
  "You're stealing groceries now?" the masked vigilante swung in and gave the villain a swift kick in the face, "That's sad... Even for you."
  
  "Thank you, Spider-Boy!" the woman thanked the masked vigilante.
  
  "Actually, it's Spider-Man... Bye!" Miles waved goodbye before swinging off into the distance, "And Could you call the cops for me? Thanks!"
  
  "Wait..." the woman paused with a puzzling question in her head, "Isn't there already a Spider-Man?"
  
• 
  
  
  NEW TOKYO, VALPAN​
  
  
  
  
  Spider-Man was swinging through New Tokyo's Manhattan, just as he received a call from Miles.
  
  "Dude! Pete! You're back!" Miles said excitedly that his mentor and idol had returned to Battleworld.
  
  "Hey, Miles! Sorry I didn't call you earlier..." Peter apologized as he continued with his patrol, "I had to clear my head of some stuff first."
  
  "MJ?" Miles knowingly asked, "It's cool, I mean she's your girlfriend and all and hey can I ask you a question or two?"
  
  "If it's about you being Spider-Man also then yes," Peter rightfully guessed the question and gave Miles the answer.
  
  "Dude! You're serious!?" Miles was stunned with disbelief.
  
  "Yup."
  
  "So no more Kid-Arachnid?" Miles asked hoping to abandon the moniker.
  
  "Well, New Tokyo's a lot bigger than New York was and I think Brooklyn needs its own Spider-Man," Peter swung over to a nearby rooftop where he could share a proper conversation with Miles.
  
  "Thanks, Pete! It means a lot..." Miles paused for a brief moment, "I gotta go... Got an essay to finish..." Miles promptly hung up and left Peter alone with his thoughts.
  
  Peter smiled behind the mask as he looked on to the city skyline, "Two Spider-Men... Jonah's gonna flip..."
  
• 
  
  
  PLANEPTUNE COLOSSEUM
  Thepotatogod​
  
  "If you think that the CPU Candidates are going to just let you kill our Sisters..." Nepgear jumped into the fray with Uni by her side
  
  "Then you've got another thing coming," Uni finished Nepgear's sentence as Rom and Ram made their entrance.
  
  "Just because we're not as strong doesn't mean we can't put up a fight!" Rom made a defiant stand against Amora and her Mind-Controlled puppets.
  
  "Yeah, there's no way we're gonna let our big sisters get beaten up by some losers like you!" Ram eloquently added with a raspberry for emphasis.
  
  "Your evil shall not win the day, Enchantress!" Beta Ray Bill flew in and stood between the Masters of Evil and the CPUs.
  
  "Aye! If thou wish to smite them," Thor stood in front of the CPUs, "Then thou must answer to not only the Gods of Thunder!"
  
  "But the Defenders as well..." Valkyrie entered the scene on her winged horse along side her was none other than the Incredible Hulk who roared at the so-called Masters of Evil.
  
  "Hey! Wait for me!" Gwen came running into the scene, "I'm still in this story arc too!" Gwen stood next to Stella as the trio stood ready for battle.
  
  "So is this our 'You mess with one of us; You mess with all of us' moment?" Neptune in spite of injury joked.
  
  "How charming," Amora mocked the heroes, "But unfortunately for all of you, even you my dear Thor... We've defeated those whom bested all of you in combat! What makes you think you could stand against us."
  
  "We got the power of friendship on our side!" Gwen pointed her katana at Amora in a display that looked cooler in her head.
  
  Amora gave Gold Third one command, "Kill them."
  
  As C-Sha entered into a fighting stance but a hint of worry was on her face as she looked into the eyes of Blanc and memories of her adventures with the CPU flooded her mind... The woman then muttered out, "Blanny..."
  
  "What's taking you?" Amora grew more annoyed by her puppet's defiance, "Kill them!"
  
  "No!" C-Sha fired her cannon at Amora which broke the spell that the Enchantress cast on them.
  
  Gold Third shook their heads as the spell wore off.
  
  "So does this count as the power of friendship or..." Gwen thought aloud before dismissing the idea, "Nah, doesn't matter..."
  
  "Wow, that's a bit anti-climatic..." Neptune muttered to herself as she slowly got up, "So, is everyone starting to remember things to?"
  
  "Well, I do recall that Planeptune had another CPU with them..." Vert mused.