Tag 'em and Bag 'em [OPEN]

Kargagna kicked through the metal door that was supposed to keep all intruders out. But he wasn't an intruder, he had a reason to be in the humans apartments. And with him were five of his soldiers. He banged his arm on the all, breaking through part of it. "All right you idiotic flesh bags, line up!" he screeched. His claws shot out of his finger tips and his eyes slanted. One of his reptillian soldiers was holding a box filled with metal collars, as of yet they were locked together. But it was obvious what they were for.

[PATHETIC POST]

Cezar woke up from his boredom-induced nap by angered yelling. He's been woken up so suddenly that he didn't have the slightest idea of what he'd had the pleasure of dreaming about. Now, who could possibly be yelling at this hour of.... whatever o'clock. It was probably Cheryl and her screaming again, though, even if he had no idea of what was yelled, it did sound manish. Maybe her voice was giving out.

He got up from his bed to at least see what the commotion was about. Even if it wouldn't add anything to his day, what did he have better to do? Watch TV? Bleh, it's been done. He walked over to the door to his room, not thinking of anything to make this post longer and opened the door and looked out. At the end of the hall there was some... lizard thing or something looking as mad as ever. That was probably whoever yelled. Meh, so this was what? The fourth alien he'd seen in these apartments this week? Maybe even day? The only difference between him and them was that his entrance was much more entertaining, and there was no Tristan nearby.

Behind him he heard an angry yell telling whoever who was yelling to shut up. That, he guessed, was Xeda. He thought then, that the lizard-man from Soul Caliber should reenter, this time with laser beams or something seizure inducing. That would be more fun. Well, anyways, that simple analyzation was over. So, with a shrug--not wanting to get into whatever alien crap was going on for a second time--Cezar went back into his room and closed the door, making a point to lock it (not that it would do anything anyways) just in case someone who was insane decided to rush in for... whatever reason.

The apartments were silent. Well, they were, until someone had the brilliant idea of crashing through the door. Violet eyes blinked open into the darkness. Kaira frowned and turned her head towards the door, shifting under her black covers. Some people like to sleep, you know. She sighed. Now that she was awake, she wouldn't be able to get back to sleep. She was just like that. And, well, she was curious to find out who had made that noise.

Hopping out of bed, she dragged a brush through her hair and, without bothering to change out of her pajamas, opened the door. She didn't even take notice of her roommate as she peered outside. What she saw, however, caught her attention much more than Adailia ever could. At the end of the hall were six reptilian creatures. Aliens. "What the hell?" She blurted out, just as she heard the door to Room 109 close. But her own feet were rooted to the ground, even if the person she couldn't remember had retreated. The door clicked silently shut behind her as she stared at the aliens.

What are they doing here? She wondered. The curiosity traded itself in for anger. What if these aliens were with the ones that had taken Len away? The ones that had nearly killed both her and Game? The anger burned higher until it gave way to fear. If they were really the 'bad guys', they could easily hurt her and her friends again. And probably succeed in killing them this time. This wasn't the way she wanted to start the day...

OOC: Failpost. x.x *pulled another all-nighter by accident*

The creepy toddler was actually outside. On the walls. Of the apartment complex. And running around like a maniac. Bianca wanted to get outside today, and she did. This way, though, she wouldn't get kidnapped by aliens like Len. Though how fun this was had decreased every minute she was out here. But six aliens barged in through the front doors of the apartment building and her interest spiked. More aliens to freak out. She walked down the wall and onto the road. But first, she had to 'tap' into their brains. If they had any, that is. Through the streets she walked, her short stature hiding her and yet allowing her to see past the other pedestrian's legs. When she was close enough she shot six tendrils of psychic energy at them. When it had done encasing all of their heads she read their thoughts.

And Bianca's mouth dropped. Collars? Seriously? Not cool lizard dudes, not cool. Well she let her psychic energy slip back out, but only while she made a quick call. There was always one person in the apartment she always had tabs on. It changed everyday but currently it was Tristan. Why? Because she wanted it to be them. At least for now. "Hey, just a little tip for you. Six aliens in our front door and they want to put metal collars on us. Yeah you heard that right, collars. Twist, pass that on to the others if you can." After that she put 'tabs' back on the aliens so she could track their progress. So she made her way back to the building. Now it was time to wait and see how long it took them to collar everybody.

There were some people who could stay hidden awhile. Bianca was one of them. She walked up the wall and to the top of the building. But she wasn't going to stay here. She walked over to another edge of the roof. There was a taller building right across from theirs. It's roof would be a nice hangout spot. She leapt off the side of the building and felt gravity start to tug. But it was going down, it was actually up. Gravity inside her psychic atmosphere was above her, and pulling her up. So it was like she was falling but going higher at the same time. When she got higher than the other building's roof she changed gravity towards it so she went that way. And when she got over it, switched gravity back normally. Genius, no? Though it had worn her out so she needed to take a break. She walked over to those ventalation things or whatever they were. She sat down and leaned up against it. There, a nice spot to hang out at while she waited for the stupid aliens to leave.

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Tristan was humming when some manish sounding voice sliced his concentration in half. Okay, now what was that? Well he got a little broadcast from Bianca. It was creepy but informative. Because now he knew they wanted to collar them. Well doesn't that just make his day? He grabbed some post-it notes and wrote 'Aliens want to collar us' on each one. The first time, saying it out loud. He turned off everything and grabbed the post-it notes. He went out his room, getting a look at the aliens themselves. Ugly, that's what they were. He then made progress down the doors, slipping a post-it note under each door. Though Kaira just got handed one. After he passed out all the notes he and sneaked back into his room. Why does he need to hide? He just had to sit there.

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Cheryl was just making a little sketch when a yell made her hand jerk and slide across the paper. She stared at the ugly line that ruined the entire thing. She got up and set the sketch pad and pencil on her bed. Who was yelling now? She walked over to the door, just as the post-it note slid under the crack. What in the world? She bent down and snatched the note up. There was writing on it. 'Aliens want to collar us'? What aliens. She opened her door and peeked out. Okay, the six aliens that had barged must be the ones. Well they weren't getting a collar on her. She manifested a cloak of concealment. Everything under the cloak was hidden. It was kind of like Tristan's power, except she could still be touched.

So Cheryl put it on and checked that her body was entirely covered. It was. So she slid the hood right above her eyes. She still had to see. She went over to the window and opened it up. She was thankfully on the first floor. She jumped out and hit the ground. Perfect. She walked away like nothing had ever happened. But to anyone walking by, they would have never seen a person jump out. Even her face that wasn't covered was hidden, for it was under the hood and therefore under the power. She strolled away from the building and walked a little ways away. When she felt satisfied she leaned up against a building wall and scanned the streets for any sign of other humans. And aliens, in case there were more of them lurking about.

OOC: I didn't make it easy on Kargagna XP

Kargagna snickered. And with his laughter as did the rest of his crew, laughing uproariously in the face of the princess. "A new homeplanet? I've been asking for that for thirteen cycles. And what has the council down? Nothing. They can't stop me, even if they tried. As part of the council I am also shared owner of Sigma, and while they are residing on the UWUC's planet, they will abide by our rules. These humans aren't supposed to be wandering the streets alone, all I'm doing is checking to see if everyone of the little humans are here. If they are, hey, you proved me wrong, the princess triumphs over the ogre yet again. If they're not... I collar every single last one of them, and if they dare leave the premises, I shock them." As he finished there were a short amount of chuckles from the other lizards. "Duoka." He murmured and instantly one of the heftier soldiers appeared in front of him, handing Kargagna a slender pole that was no bigger than his hand. Pinching the sides of the pole, he split it apart and instantly a blue screen formed in between the two sections of the pole. "Here's a list of every single human. Check off each one that you find."

Xeda growled in her bed as yet more noise went off with laughing and such. She really wanted to give whoever was making such ruckus a mark they couldn't forget, but she was also dead tired. She could barely get out of her bed or think straight, which made the talking outside her door incoherent. She was fed up, though, tired of the whole thing, so despite her fatigued body she rose herself from her bed, her pajamas consisting of dark purple bottoms and black t-shirt since her tank tops made everything too cold.

She shuffled to the door, but before she got there she noticed something at her feet. It was a paper or a sticky-note or something that had been slipped under her door. She picked it up and squinted in the darkness of her room (for the lights were off) and tried to read it, though it took a couple tries. Whenever she read it the words got lost in her drugged head and she'd have to start over, but that didn't help much. Eventually she got it on the thirtieth or so try, and found that it read: "Aliens want to collar us." Was that what the fuss was about outside? Now that she actually started to listen, she could tell it belonged not to a member of their party. The message woke her up enough to think about the situation, even if she could just sleep it off if she wanted to.

To the closet she went, opening the twin doors to find her backpacks and another a case with it. She bent down, opening the case to gaze at the face of a sword. It wasn't hers, well, technically it was since her family was dead now, at least she assumed. That had been owned by her grandfather who had one it from someone else. Over the years the weapon had been kept strong and fine so the chance of it ever shattering would be impossible. It wasn't for fighting, not anymore at least, but she thought it would be a good time to use now. But would it even work? Who knew, but it was better than nothing. It even came with its own sheath.

She took the old thing out of its case and, putting the strap around her, adorned it to her back. It should be quick to get out and, it wasn't the heavy brand of sword. Even if she had no practice with the over sized dagger, she wasn't at all sure how she'd fare against an attack and collar.

Next, she went for her primary weapon, which was pole-like object, both sides with a fine point. She'd found it around the city. It had some weight to it and it seemed to be made out of something pretty hard. She thought she could do well with it.

Xeda looked at the door and waited as she fixed her hair into a ponytail to keep it from handicapping her. If they were coming, they'd have to come in her room, even if the small space wouldn't give her any strategic leverage.

Tristan paced in his room. He was getting impatient. What could he do? Nothing. Nothing at all. Ritsuka had left so that was a good thing. But he was still bored.

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Bianca was just napping on the roof.

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Cheryl looked at the black cat that was following her. Was that the weird alien that was living in Tristan and Yang's room? Probably. Why else would there be a cat on Sigma? No other logical reason. But he could see her. How? Maybe this cape wasn't that good. "Heh, moron," she told herself.

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Jinx had been heading to the human apartments to check on her friend. But Kargagna, five other Galaxior, and Lady Luka threw her mind off that. Well not really, because they may have found out about Ritsuka. But the metal collars hinted otherwise. "Kargagna, it is illegal to put shock collars on any sentient being. Doing so would result in your and your collaborators arrest." She looked around anxiously. Hopefully Ritsuka wasn't around, just in case.

MUSELESS!

Kaira turned over the little sheet of paper in her hands. Aliens want to collar us. How delightful. She frowned and stared at the aliens. There was another one that had just burst in; it didn't really surprise her anymore. This one, however, had long, flowing pink hair and seemed to be very, very angry with lizard-guy. Lizard-guy wasn't fazed at all. In fact, he looked rather amused. And very proud of himself. What a tyrant.

The brunette shrugged and retreated to her room, locking the door out of habit, and brushed past Adailia's bed before flopping down on her own. She was itching with curiousity, wanting to know what the aliens were doing out there. Suddenly, she sat up straight. Maybe, just maybe, this could work! Closing her eyes, she concentrated on the vacant air in front of her. Tiny beads of sweat began to appear on her forehead as she focused all her energy on creating a copy.

When she opened her eyes again, she was staring into a pair of violet eyes. Long brown hair cascaded over the girl's shoulders. Kaira had made a clone of herself, a perfect clone. She shot a glance at Adailia; she couldn't tell if the tomboy was asleep or not. Sharing a room with her was almost like living with a guy. Kaira shrugged and turned back to her... self. Stifling a giggle, she decided to try something. The clone reached out and tapped her on the shoulder while speaking in her voice, "Hello." Kaira smiled. Perfect.

A moment later, a teenager with brown hair flowing down her back stepped out of the room and sat down at the foot of the door. Her light purple eyes were fixed on the aliens, and she rested her chin on her hand. She would watch the aliens and see what they were doing.

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A red hoodie-clad figure walked down the street, shooting a glance at the apartments, his hood pulled up over his head and his hands stuffed in his pockets. He'd been there not too long ago, after the incident with Ritsuka and his crazy mother. And his blown-up house. The boy frowned. There were noises coming from the entrance. A Galaxior and a group of lizard-creature-things, by the smell of it. And with them was Lady Luka and Jinx. Good enough reasons to go check it out. The boy jogged quietly over to the building, a sword's sheath thumping against his leg, and his white hair peeking out from under the hood as he ran. He leaned against the wall, peering in, with a hand on the hilt of his blade.

What he saw surprised him. The carnation-pink-haired alien known as Lady Luka had a fiercely angry expression pasted on her face, and she was glaring at Kargagna, the Galaxior that he'd scented. He saw the other lizard-creatures, and Jinx with a highly worried expression on her face. The white-haired boy frowned. Were those collars that the Galaxior was holding? Collars for... humans?

Zero's frown deepened. He stared down the hallway and saw a girl sitting down at the doorstep. A human girl, human, just like Tristan and Cezar. He didn't like them. So who cared if they were collared? Oh, right. Jinx, and apparently Luka, too. Guess I'll be on their side if anything happens. Kargagna isn't much better than the humans, anyways. He looked at Jinx again, and a brief memory from the day that they'd fought Ritsuka's mother flitted through his mind. His eyes widened a bit, and his hands grew hot. He wiped his sweaty palms on his slightly baggy jeans. Now was no time to be embarrassed.

"They aren't shock collars," retorted Kargagna. "They are tracking devices. And call me Lizard Man again, and I don't give a flying crumpteao about the law. I will gut you, and hang your head below my spaceship." Why were there so many council members just 'strolling by' the humans apartment. "Besides the higher rank you're referring to has been MIA for years. And as always, I have a real reason why I'm doing this, there was no time to bring it up with the council. And there certainly isn't time for it now." Following the princess to the front door, he ignored her request, he was a ruler she was a princess. Like he was going to take orders from her. "I'm almost certain their not..." he added at the end of the princesses statement.

Jinx followed after the two other UWUC council members. She sighed, "Kargagna, please control your temper. And besides, you said, and I quote, 'if they dare leave the premises, I shock them'. That would be the illegal use of a shock collar." She crossed her arms and stared up at the Galaxior. He was proving difficult. And her tail twitched anxiously because of the room they had stopped by. She prayed they didn't go inside.

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Tristan heard voices right outside his door. Well it did get rid of his boredom. He shook his head and turned sound back on. "Yes?" he called through the door. But Yang? He didn't know where his roomate was. So he tried to lower his voice and grunt. It was something Yang would do. Hopefully it was enough for them to go on.

Cezar, with his ear to the door, listened. I t seemed from the information that he heard that they were doing some sort of roll call, and if everyone wasn't there then big bad things happened, and according to the paper he was going to assume were sent by Tristan, it was collar related big bad things.

He looked back a the beds, his empty because he was currently listening, and the other one empty because Reede wasn't here. He was weird and wasn't the most entertaining sort of fellow you'd meet, but right now Cezar wished he was here. Why was he not there? He should be there. Where was that boy? Eh, who cared now? It wouldn't matter if he were here anyways because Len was gone, so either way, they'd all be taken away and collared. When they came to his door, opening it seemed to be a waste, but he would do it anyways, seeing how they'd probably break it down or count him off as gone.