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 Alison tilted her head, listening as words flowed over and around her in rapid fire. Idly, she lit up one of the sub-melody lines, letting the pulsing ball of light hover over one empty hand. "It's pretty," she commented, "although I can't say I'm familiar with the song. So, if this is a joint exercise for you and I... what are we actually going up against?" "If this is what I think it is," and if it was, Kyle was going to owe Alex actual money for making him go through this shit, "then I'm guessing robot Alexander Hamilton." Movement drew his attention to their left; he turned to see what looked like a weird gold and grey cloud moving toward them. "Or... climate change?" He's constantly confusin', confoundin' the British henchmen Everyone give it up for America's favorite fighting Frenchman! Metallic feet hit the ground in time with the beat as the golden cloud condensed itself against the blackdrop. Somewhere over her head, Alison recognized the beat drop as the melody line changed and the pace kicked into high gear to the tune of 'Lafayette'. Her first thought was "Jesus, that's one hell of a tempo change." Second was "...is that a flamethrower?" She didn't exactly have time for a third, as things got very hectic, very quick. And then there were flames. There were actual flames. Actual fucking flames. "There is no way that's historically accurate!" Alex yelped, dodging as a burst of fire flew at him, automatically grabbing Alison in the process. "You can file a complaint once he catches us," Alison shouted, turning and ducking down behind some sort of barricade. She wasn't quite sure what it was in the dark, something something randomly generated danger-room terrain. "I guess the training simulation has started, then?" She called out to the booth. The booth, unsurprisingly, did not respond. "I'm just saying, if they're going to have robots rapping about history, it could at least-" A burst of flames hit their barricade. "Right, focus. But where are the others?" He tried tapping the communicator in his ear, frowning when all he got back was static. Alison also tapped at her communicator, getting nothing but a burst of static in her ear. "Dammit," she swore. "I'm getting nothing but static. Maybe this is one of those 'go in blind and regroup' sort of things? I think I remember hearing about drills like that while I was at school once or twice?" I go to France for more funds Lafayette! I come back with more... The temp dropped again, almost ominously. Guns And ships... "Maybe." Alex leaned out to fire a blast of energy at the attacking thing. "Guess that means we actually have to move and find the others, though." "What else is new?" Alison asked, quirking a brow. |
