After escaping the store, Aeon fled back to his Zeitschiff, where Enigma and Mint were still tied up. Aeon hurriedly started up the engine and took off to the sky.
"Where're we going, mister?" asked Mint, fiddling with the ropes binding her hands behind her back.
"Outta here for the time being," said Aeon, "I'm sick of that Blackmore guy treating me like a chump. I'm gonna scheme up something so amazingly awesome, they won't know what hit 'em!"
"So, basically, we're stepping out of the action for a while to let some other characters take over instead?" said Enigma.
"Yeah...pretty much," said Aeon. Enigma nodded.
"Fair enough, I guess."
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A pair of strangers had just rolled into RPM City. Where did they come from? Well, different places, actually. But they had both come here for something. They each sought something important to them; and where better to look than the wonderfully absurd land of RPM?
The first was a man dressed in a stylish purple-blue, almost indigo, outfit with a gold trim; he wore a theatrical white mask over his eyes, and a narrow cape fluttered behind him elegantly. With his fancy tuxedo, utility belt, theatrical appearance and colourful outfit, he seemed like a mysterious yet charming fellow.
The other was a woman, a maid who looked to be in her early twenties. She had long, light-purple hair, with a number of small bangs on her fringe and a larger tuft of hair that jumped out from her fringe and hung limply at the tip. Her expression was blank and emotionless, and her apathetic half-closed eyes gave her a look of nonchalant ennui. However, there was something a little...strange...about her. If one were to carefully examine her, they might notice the vertical lines beneath her eyes, antennae-like earpiece and screws connecting her joints together. She was, indeed, a robot.
The two looked at eachother. Sensing the commotion near the anImate building, they quickly made their way down there.