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[tres_iqus]

[It only took Tres .01 seconds to realize that the entire scenery had inexplicably changed and that the Duchess of Milan was no longer slumped over her desk. It was far too long, in his opinion. Quickly scanning the area and finding no immediate threat, the cyborg did a direct perimeter search for his Cardinal. This place was completely unknown; the sudden change of scenery could only be explained by a malfunction of some kind. A data error? Had he somehow been rendered offline right in the middle of demanding medical assistance? It did not compute; he should have at least another millisecond of warning.

He would have to do a recalibration of his systems and a complete data scan to be sure, but his main concern at the moment was the Duchess of Milan’s safety; nothing else mattered, faulty systems or not. As long as he was operational – no, even if he wasn’t – she was to be protected. Finding no connection to Central or Sister Kate Scott, he had to work alone. So with further ado, Tres drew one of his guns and left the room he had shown up in. A lobby, if his visuals were correct. Like a hotel.]

Search mode activated.

[The most logical conclusion was to search the area in a clockwise pattern, but the amount of time between the Cardinal’s collapse and his transportation to this new place was still unknown and he had no data of how long he had before her state would be beyond saving. What he really needed was someone to question, and the traces he picked up showed that the area was inhabited by a large amount of people.

Moving quickly through the hallways, both his large golden pectoral cross and the white stole nearly flowing behind him, robopriest stops the first best person by aiming his gun directly to the new target’s forehead without missing a beat. If the huge gun weren't intimidating enough, one of his eyes glowed red as it focused on the unfortunate castle resident.]

Location input needed. You have 30 seconds to speak.

Comments

Dictated

[brute_shot_bully]

[Oh hello, he kmows that voice. He vaguely remembers hrowing a car at the owner of that voice, so it's a momemt before Maine responds]

Paradisa. [Voice low and gravelly, wondering if he'd be recognized in return.]

[tres_iqus]

[Where did that voice come from? It didn't sound like a com-link; more like someone speaking to him near the vicinity of his left arm. The journal was securely strapped under his maniple.]

No data found on Paradisa. Elaborate.

Action!

[wizard_redfive]

[Well, Dairine was going to the library, until someone decided to be rather inconsiderate and threaten her. The young wizard glares up at Tres with a look of stubborn rebellion. She doesn’t seem frightened, which could be a bluff… or the result of having a shield and/or lethal attack spell ready to activate at any second.

But then she realizes he's quicklife. Oh, that makes a world of difference.]

Location, Cair Paradisa.

Re: Action!

[tres_iqus]

[This person appeared young enough for Tres to not actively aim his gun towards her, even if he was still more than a little high-strung.]

No data exists on Cair Paradisa. Elaborate.

placeholder!

[alaspooryork]

[Now there's a voice York and Delta are glad to hear. Best to confirm it, though. Have an echoing, vaguely mechanical voice answering.]

Requesting confirmation of identity. Are you able to access wireless data transfer?

[tres_iqus]

Confirmation denied. Classified to Vatican Church.

Negative. Database is currently corrupted.

[noblefive]

[It's not often Jorge has a gun pulled on him, and his instinct is to pull out the Assault Rifle strapped to his back.

He refrains from doing so, however.]

30 seconds isn't a long time.

[tres_iqus]

15 seconds remaining.

dictated;

[ironlady]

[She's incredibly happy to hear his voice after so long. Caterina knows her machine though. He is probably ten seconds away from getting himself thrown in the PP jail right about now. Time for damage control. The celebration can wait until later.]

Agent Gunslinger cease what you are doing and report to Room 209 immediately. Make no further contact with anyone aside from AX agents unless you are in need of directions.

[She highly doubts he will need them though.]

Re: dictated;

[tres_iqus]

[Thank God for you, Caterina. Agitated robopriest stands down at once, holstering his gun and turning around, leaving whomever he was threatening behind without another word.

Being a good boy, he ignores absolutely everything around him on his way to the door his Cardinal had specified. It wasn't difficult to find the door numbers or how to navigate the floors.

Have a knock, Iron Lady. At least he's not breaking the door down. Yet.]

HC-IIIX Tres Iqus, codename Gunslinger. Reporting in.

[youhavebeenflynned]

[Harry was walking casually down the corridor on his way to the kitchen. He need to grab something to eat. As he turns down the corridor he comes face to face with an armed man. He quickly gathers that the man is aiming at him and his voice is treating. The glowing eye makes Harry even more uneasy as it reminds him of sniper guns and are most definitively not human. Knowing that he won't be able to reach his gun fast enough he raises his arms.]

Whoa there! Not nice to aim a gun at someone, mate. Why don't you put that away, ey?

[tres_iqus]

[There's a dramatic gunclick, here.]

15 seconds remaining.

[cheerupemoborg]

[Ooooh~ You're a somewhat familiar face.]

I'm sorry, have we met?

[tres_iqus]

[I'm sorry, you just broke his little robot brain.]

Model. Unit number. Classification.

action

[checklist]

[ ....sup gunslinger.

Have a bright purple unicorn pony looking at him oddly as he points a gun at her. Doesn't even know what it is.

Yeah somepony's gonna get shot. ]

You should at least ask a little more nicely.

[ Yuuuup. Definitely gonna get shot. ]

action

[tres_iqus]

[Oh god, Twilight. Y U do dis. Pardon Tres, he... doesn't know how the hell to deal with purple ponies. It's not like he can get brainwashed or suffer hallucinations.

It must be a visual malfunction. That's the only logical conclusion.]

15 seconds remaining.

[Clicking the safety off. Hope you like that little red dot right at your horn, miss Sparkle.]

[kamenriderdecade]

[hey bro s'appenin'

Even with a gun in his face Tsukasa's just gonna keep on linefacin'.]

Say please.

[tres_iqus]

[Nothin' much, just cappin' asses.

Dude, you're up against the master of linefacing, here.]

Negative. 15 seconds remaining.

1/3

[bedninja]

[bedninja]

...Oh--

[bedninja]

Toaster!

You have returned yet again!

[onlyanapple]

[Sees him, instantly cheers up]

Robopriest!!!

[tres_iqus]

Positive. I am a machine.

[Sorry, Crowley. He doesn't remember you, but if he finds out you healed Caterina, you'll take Abel's spot of the few people Tres likes.]

[rogueofheart]

[Well this is a random encounter Nepeta wasn't expecting. Seeing the gun pointed at her so suddenly, she furrows her brows in confusion, eyes narrowing at what appears to be a rather impressive gun.]

Huh?

[tres_iqus]

23 seconds remaining.