Location: On The Street.
(Down but not out.)


"Move, move, get out of my way," was what most would have heard if Jamie was able to yell over the chatter of the sea of people he was stuck in. Pushing, or at least getting pushed through this same crowd towards the salon shop, the scrawny human was struggling to remain upright. There were too many people pushing and fighting to get through that he was literally being shaken by everyone around him.

Or maybe that was just Kiva. Her constant yelling in his ear pointed at that being the case.

"JAMIE! Jamie! Snap out of it!" Shaking him harder than before as she yelled, Kiva considered choking him out. At least she could throw him over her shoulder and get out quickly.

"Kiva, let go! This is my one chance at getting to see Sarah and you can't stop me! I'll fight everyone back if it means being able to meet her!"

The next few seconds passed by in slow motion, as a couple of things happened in just the right order to cause Jamie's heart to skip a beat or twenty. First, someone bumped Kiva from behind and caused her to momentarily lose grasp on Jamie's shoulders. Second, Jamie's attempt at breaking free from her hold was essentially trying to push her back with his elbow. When Kiva was shoved slightly to the side, she inadvertantly pulled Jamie with and caused him to stumble in the same direction, and with that, his arms began to flail.

Third, he might have accidentally cracked what was essentially a human brick wall in the mouth with his elbow. A now very mad brick wall.

"HEY! WHO PUNCHED ME?" The booming yell from the man was what caused the first heartbeat to skip. Jamie knew from the moment he felt his elbow connect to the guy it was going to be the end of his life- but maybe if he just fell over right now and pretended to faint from fear, he'd only get stomped on a little. Or maybe he could make a mad dash for Sarah, but that probably wouldn't end well. He could only imagine just getting to the salan doors before being pulled back into the sea of people, screaming for her and yet never being heard...

There was one other way to get out of this.

"That redhead did it, man!" Pushing his way from both the wild-eyed brick wall and equally now-furious Kiva, Jamie tried to slip back into the crowd while continuing his journey towards the salon. Kiva would be fine.

At least that was what he thought.Unbeknownst to everybody in the crowd, the Glorft and their new ally were currently watching the events unfold. . .


Location: Space!
(Is that where they've been hiding..?)

"Eurgh, what are they doing?" Gorrath groaned, his temper flaring as he watched these idiots, the same that had beaten him at every turn, jump around and scream like.. well, the monkeys they were.

"These are the things that have stopped us from reclaiming the prototype?" He yelled in disbelief, that same disbelief growing stronger with each passing day as they continually lost. And lost. And lost. And lost.

"AND LOST!"Gorrath couldn't help but yell again, his thoughts becoming clear in bizarre fit of rage, slamming his fists on the screen in front of him. The force of the hit caused the screen to shatter, with the last image the Glorft were able to make out was that redheaded warrior from their own time getting into a scuffle with the human wall.

While the Glorft were, or at least hadbeen, watching from their ship... Magnanimous was a little closer. And they were unable to act until he gave them the signal.


Location: Traffic Jam!

Half an hour later, seven stores and after a very quick reluctant stop to MegaBuster which had lasted all of five seconds, Coop sat in the drivers seat of his car in the middle of traffic, eyes narrowed and more than ready to bash through the rest of these chumps around him to get to the next store. Each one he'd went to had given him the same response. 'We sold out.' How could this be happening?

He'd been saving his allowance money for weeks in preperation. He'd taken drastic hits to his daily snack intakes, and had almost entirely cut himself off from beef jerky for two weeks. No one would unerstand just how difficult that was for the man.

No one.

And no eight year old little snot was going to make Coop waste two weeks of beef jerky time in vain. It just wasn't going to happen, because there was one final place he could scour: The Mall. A last ditch effort, and somewhere Coop only went when he was desperate. There was going to be far too much walking involved.. but for Bugra, it was worth it.

Now he just had to getto the Mall, and that was proving to be the hardest part. Sitting in traffic for twenty minutes was pure torture, and what was currently on the line made things worse. So much worse.


Location: FyneNailz, again.

"Jamie! JAMIE!" Almost desperately yelling for the pale man who slinked off into the crowd, Kiva groaned. Whatever ridiculous ideas Jamie had in his head always annoyed her. At times they were silly. . . and a little funny. Not so much when he had essentially unleashed an angry weightlifter on her.

"Hey tomato," the large man that presumably thought he was clever sneered and shoved one of the passer-bys out of his way, knocking the confused man into a cluster of excited, screaming people. The screaming only started when he bowled them over, though. "That was a pretty good hit. . . fer' a girl."

"Listen, this was a misunderstanding and I'm sorry for my idiot friend," Raising a hand up, Kiva stood her ground. There was hope she could reason with the man before he exploded. . . even if he did deserve a kick to the head for that last comment. "It was just an accident."

"Yeah?" He paused for a moment and Kiva thought he was actually thinking it over. For once, there may have been a peaceful solution to something, and the thought shocked her. "Well when I pound your head in, it won't be much of an acci-"

Mister Brick Wall never finished his sentence. unless 'accidaaaaw' was considered a real word. Kiva had been through this routine before, and could see it coming. The man, however, didn't see her or her uppercut coming and was now laying face-down on the sidewalk.

"Well, I guess you never should judge a book by it's cover," she almost cringed at her own words as the crowd around her burst into applause at the show that had just unfolded. Not only was she even joking like the two slackers she lived with, she was starting to act like them. This being a move only Coop would've done.

Forcing ideas of her being a few thousand pounds larger and wearing Coop's clothing out of her head, Kiva ignored the applause and kept moving on her journey towards Jamie. If she was lucky, she could catch him before he did something else stupid.

Well.. maybe not, but Kiva was so absorbed in trying not to become lost in the sea of people that she was unaware of the stumpy presence floating in the air not too far away. And really, no one seemed to notice it.

"Spud, aim the camera right," blowing a lock of hair out of his face, Magnanimous untwirled the microphone and glared at the floating camera that was stalking his every move. Rental equipment was the worst. "Up more towards my face, arch a little into the sky. What'm I paying you for, huh? Get the lens OUT of my nose!"

"Magnanimous," Gorrath growled over the floating screen attached to the robotic camera. The sudden growl nearly caused the floating pile of hair to drop his microphone and scream, but he regained composure. "What are you doing wasting all this time?"

"Hey relax there, snotball," calmly playing off the fact he'd just nearly wet himself, Magnanimous flashed a grin to the green mass of. . . just whatever was underneath all that machinery. "Just waiting for your signal. When your men have the belt, we'll get this show on the road. We've still got twenty minutes before showtime, but starting early may attract some more viewers."

Gorrath wanted to lash out and hit the floating tater-tot, being the leader of an army... just to deliver a belt?There was so much wrong here, he couldn't take it. There wasn't a day that passed by where he didn't regret coming to this time. They had an entire species at it's knees, scrambling desperately to throw any plans they had together to even put a dent in their plans.

And now they were on their mechanical knees, defeated endlessly by a fat earther that didn't even know how to pilot the prototype that bested them.

"It's coming," Gorrath reassured Magnanimous, resisting yet another urge to destroy the second screen that day. "Just don't even dare think about ruining this. We'll give you all the support you need, as long as you deliver on your end."

"Sounds fantastic," Magnanimous turned to glance down the road from his vantage point, spotting a few floating, green mechs carrying smoldering debris that was glistening in the sunlight. It was the belt underneath the falling wood and furniture, and it looked as beautiful as always. "Looks like they're here."

"Then get STARTED!" Magnanimous winced and jerked his, well, everything away from the screen as Gorrath yelled. It was pretty unpleasant from his end, and Magnanimous sincerely did not want to witness it face-to-face.

"Don't you worry, you just sit back until I give you the word to swarm in," with that, the floating ball closed the line and returned to setting up. "The amatuers I gotta work with, I sware- OUT OF MY NOSE!"