The Library of Fandom

[supremeviva]

Viva listens in silently form inside the libary. He had been sent to stop the attacks, but now he's not sure what's what anymore, who's the enemy?  

[silentdraconis]

Allen turned his eyes to the new-comer, started to open his mouth, then considered whether to dump him on Alabaster (a comical image appeared in his mind, and he was hard put not to laugh) but he decided against it.
"Can I help you?" The destroyer asked, one ear on the conversers (the interested one) the other perked for a reply (the dutiful one).  

[ZombieJeff]

The golem took a second to realise that it was being spoken to. It had taken to writing on some crumled pieces of paper it had pulled from inside its stone maw with a pen it a=had found in the same fashion.

It stood up, and handed, pointed at Alabaster, and handed the disk which had been used to brodcast the program.

In its other hand stood what the golem had labled the "Stiny Repor"

The visible writing was neat, though the paper was not. Its contense were clear for the writing was large;
ISA clan has gone domant, leader Miso has seemingly gone missing, but none are paying mind.
Attacks seem to have slowed... take the chance to prepair
A group of clan leaders and other people have been sighted in the Mecha mainstreet, plotting, they have since vanished. Signs point to them being clones.
Undead have overrun redlight, defending it from rouge Hunter clan member.
...there was more hastily added below it...
undead fled, bright light, citizens vanished, undead returning?

It was obvious the golem had been gathering a few possible leads for the Inquirer, was it possible that it was jelous of its younger brother Jobsco?  

[Rowen McNeill]

ZombieJeff

Thomas said "Thanks" as the person ran down the stairs.

He waited just a littl bit longer where he was... but he grew impatient,

"Are we done here?" He didn't wait for a response from the person healing him.

"Thanks, but I got to run."

Thomas broke free of the healer, and began huridly towards the stairs. He called up a sheet of sadows, and hoping on it, slip all the way down the stairs.

He huried out of the building, throwing with dart precision a bussines card that read:

Thomas Parkreiner, "specialist" for hire.

The back having nothing more than a simple phone number.

to Allen. "Thanks for the chat." he said, conjuring up his dark unbrella from the shadows again, and elbowin past the young machinist.

((To the hospital))

"Ahyeahsureyoubetcha..." Rowen had been finished the healing a few minutes before, but had not stood up due to the distracting hum of his vibrating cell phone, and the subsequent distraction of the images being shown in the video being recieved. The sound was off, because he was like that, so any obnoxious singing which may have gone with the images was missed- and he didn't realize the noise coming from elsewhere was said corresponding sound.

Once Thomas was gone, the 21 year old with a winged shadow stood, and wandered off with no apparent destination. It wasn't long before he was back in the lobby, idley paging through books and humming Irish folktunes to himself. If he was paying any mind to the others in the room was not clear, and he didn't seem to care if anybody noticed him or not.

((Sorry I didn't make a graceful exit before... And I'm not officially back either... >_<))  

[The Mage of Space]

"First thing's first: We need to track where the T.V. broadcast came from. I'll start on it. And I'll keep my weapons hot." Brett walked back out to his mech, climbed in, and started trying to track the signal. "Okay, clones. You wanna mess with Mecha Main Street? You're going through me first. And with this firepower, that might not happen."  

[silentdraconis]

"You're not the only one..." Allen muttered, eyes skimming the notes in an instant: he needed no more time than that to process the information.
"And when you're done with that deal, I'll need to talk to you, Alabaster."
Allan had one rather broad, pointed question to ask, but was going to be polite and wait until the stupidity was mellowed down a bit. THEN he would ask what the hell was going on, in that brief moment when most of the people in the Library had their mouth's shut and their signs down.  

[The Mage of Space]

Brett, not being in the library, but in his mech, jumped out of said mech and charged Ansem, his sword raised high. "YAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!! DIE CLOOOONE!!" (DX I hates plot twists!)  

[The Mage of Space]

"Piece of junk?! You might want to take that back!" Brett had stumbled forward when he was hit with the invisible hand, but now he was charging at Ansem again, with his sword glowing.  

[The Mage of Space]

Brett felt his automail arm and leg being torn away. He charged Ansem again, his sword raised. "YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!"  

[The Mage of Space]

Such a failure. Those words made something in Brett's head snap, or maybe click. Either way, he tumbled and stood up shakily. "You did not want to say that. I'm no failure. Ask anyone who really knows me." Brett charged again, his sword to the side.