(I"LL SIC MY SD GUNDAM ARMY ON YOU ALL!! If I ever made them. >_>)
Buns finally stopped flailing, and slowly opened her eyes. And she saw... Nothing? She closed her eyes again, and opened her eyes even slowly. The black thing has disappeared! The sight, or lack of sight comforted her, and yet, a tiny deep part of her was disappointed it ended so quickly. She sighed a bit, and slowly got back on her feet when she noticed a trail of squid ink leading away from her. Against her better judgement, she decided to follow the trail.
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Junk Man was franatically searching each and every mound of scrap after he suddenly lost track of the robot bear thing.
Junk - Bear thing... Where ARE you...
Junk Man searched high and low, but just can't seem to find it. He past by a rather large crate, but he knew it was empty inside, so he decided to past it. What's the point of checking an already known empty crate, right?
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boforte struggled against his entrapment, cursing with every breath.
boforte - HOW. THE. HELL!? WHY THE HELL!? I WAS ALL POWERFUL!!
He tried to transform his operational arm into his Durian Buster, and shot a few projectiles, but they all seemed ineffective in breaking his entrapment. Wherever it was due to the disappearance of his power, the power had completely drained his energy, boforte looked like he was going to be trapped for a bit longer.
boforte - CURSES!! THEY WILL PAY WITH THEIR LIVES!!
(Ok, your turn, Alastor.)