Enter Free For All [any universe, any version, just let me know, noisy muse is noisy, etc.~]

[interpolate]

Metaroids could be truly interesting things. To think that a Metaroid from a film projector could create life-like, realistic and, most importantly, solid and tangible images... To consider the power inherent in simple kitchen tools...

Discovering the existence of polygraph machines was trés bien as far as Enter was concerned, and upon corrupting one of these marvelous machines with Metavirus: Shinjitsu, he was presented with a Metaroid that could, through the facilitation of small darts, force the victim to speak only the truth.

What havoc they will wreak together. Magnifique!

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[Voice testing mostly~]

[wheeloffortune]

This is an interesting city, far more diverse than Inaba. I am here to investigate several odd occurrences that have happened in the area, things the local authorities can't figure out by themselves.

It's not really their fault, they're spread too thin as it is with mundane crimes and such. Best to call in an ace detective to handle the real mysteries.

And if that ace detective is a kid that they don't have to pay or give proper credit to or share the end results of the case with, all the better, right?

I will not be bitter.

I will do the job I was destined too. The work itself is rewarding enough. I do not need glory.

I keep telling myself that like a mantra in my head.

There's a commotion up ahead, and I tip the brim of my hat down a bit and move forward, working my way to the edge of the scene.

[yeah okay pfft]

[interpolate]

The Metaroid is doing a fabulous job in causing havoc. It is amusing, really, the lengths to which humans go to speak untruths. Not lies, necessarily, non, but they certainly twist things to their perspective more frequently than not. Watching them stripped of this ability is amusing, to say the least, and as more and more people are forced to be completely honest with their companions, more commotion is ringing out. Precisely as Messiah so desires. Plus, the data I am gathering is also proving useful.

The Metaroid turns, firing another dart at a human foolish enough to run purposefully towards it's path.

"Oh la la!"

[wheeloffortune]

I intended to just observe and gather information, but the monstrous construct has started attacking civilians, and I... I can't let things continue without doing something about it.

I draw my pistol, and move into an easy combat stance. This would be easier if I were inside the Television World, and could rely on the option of calling Sukuna-Hikona forth.

I will have to do my best on my own.

I fire a shot at the creature, just as it fires a barb at me. I can't tell if I hit it, but it sure hits me, embedding into my shoulder. I stagger, dropping to a guarded crouch as I clutch at my shoulder. There's pain, but my hand doesn't come away with any blood on it when I check.

How curious.

[interpolate]

I turn and frown as the newest victim, unfamiliar to me and as such dismissed as not a thread, actually manages to strike the Metaroid with... a simple bullet. A simple, stupid, human bullet.

The Metaroid is very nearly completely unaffected, I believe the damage was purely superficial. But still, this will not do.

At least the stranger has been struck by a dart. I approach them with a glare, my mouth set. "Who are you."

[wheeloffortune]

The man that seems to be controlling the construct makes his way over to me. I'm still at a crouch, and I stay that was, defensive.

I aim my gun at him, staring him down. I don't intent to fire on a person unless given no other options, but I want him to know I am not taking this situation lightly.

He asks me a simple question, and I have no reason not to answer.

"Shirogane Naoto."

[interpolate]

This mere child would threaten me with a gun?

Classic. How delightfully human. It even earns a smirk from me, and a little scoff-chuckle.

"A pleasure, I'm sure. Why would you attack my Shinjitsuroid?"

[wheeloffortune]

I glare, though I keep the lines of my mouth passive and serious. My gun still raised.

"Your construct was harming civilians." I tilt my head slightly, subtly studying the features of this man's face to relay to the local authorities later. "I can't allow that."

I have no idea. He's probably a displaced camp!joe and thus could fit anywhere

[blueondeck]

Coming to Earth was meant to be a short visit. Supplies, food, and the little things that everyone had gotten use to on their stay was the only reason he was there to begin with At the very least he still had the GokaiJet stored in an abandoned hangar for ease back into space, although it had also recently become used for lodging due to a pretty strange problem.

The problem was just that he had no idea how to get back, or in a other words, he was stranded.

He still had his Mobirates, but for some reason it would only give him an "out of range" tone that it had never done before. Transforming and everything else was still on line though. Weird.

With a sigh he just went on about his business, yet at the moment that only amounted to sitting on a bench and looking towards the sky.

[well he can have mid-canon Enter for now, if it goes elsewhere we'll see :Db]

[interpolate]

Enter wasn't really pushing any particular agenda with this Metaroid. Amuse Messiah, gather data, distract or frustrate the Go-Busters, cause havoc, summon a Megazord, gather Enetron. Just business as usual.

The Metaroid itself had it's own plan in mind, as it rampaged through the city, shooting everything in site and not bothering to wait and see about the effects of it's darts.

C'est la vie. Enter approaches their newest victim on the Metaroid's heels, and smirks as the dart flies for their prey. Long-haired pretty boy that he is, obviously distracted.

Candy from babies, to be sure.

that works for me

[blueondeck]

Joe could hear the ruckus around him and the entrance of the Kaijin and it's humanoid companion. Yet it was only enough to get this strange man to pull his saber out and twirl it once in his hand before pulling it horizontal in the air to slice them in half just as the darts seemed to be close enough that the target couldn't escape.

He didn't stand yet through, his sword hand came back between his leg with the tip of the sword touching the ground and his attention on the pair. This definitely didn't look like the Zangyack's work, otherwise there would have been an introduction or at least recognition.

So he settled on staring at them, or more particularly, the humanoid.

[interpolate]

Enter pauses when a sword materalizes from nowhere into the hand of their newest victim. Further than that, he manages to cut the darts out of the air.

"Oh la la. Joli garçon has teeth."

The Metaroid prepared another wave of darts, but Enter halted them with a brush of fingertips against the machine's arm.

"I would prefer it if you did not interfere."

[blueondeck]

Joe stood, not entirely sure why this always happens on Earth whenever he or the others are not doing anything to draw attention. He only took a few steps forwards before stopping, watching the kaijin with careful eyes before drawing his attention back to the humanoid.

He didn't have to be nice to this one like he was to Basco, and yet he still felt the need to give the benefit of the doubt first-- or, well, eventually. He's still not even sure what any of this is about.

[interpolate]

Enter paused, waiting for an explanation for the sword to present itself. It wasn't teleported, at least not through any technology Enter recognized, at this proximity he would have sensed a spike in Enetron usage.

The victim is not forthcoming, however, and Enter considers he might have to get his hands dirty, so to speak, if he wants information.

"Ah, the fort et silencieux type, non? I can change that." He takes a few steps nearer, arms spread, the picture of non-threatening, if it weren't for the mechanical monster looming behind him of course.

[red_pleather]

I look around, trying to figure out just where the reading's coming from.

There. Emi. No, probably Enter at this stage.

[interpolate]

The Go-Busters are troublesome, to say the least. Always showing up at the worst possible moment, ruining any fun I might have been about to have.

"Shinjitsuroid!" I call to my newest creation, and it is a beauty, such as these things go. "There," I point with my whole hand, fingers crooked, and grin as the darts spray out towards that worst offender of poor timing, Red Buster.

Of course, the darts are unlikely to have any worthwhile effect on him. He is already incapable of keeping secrets or telling lies.

lmao

[red_pleather]

I toss myself to the side, rolling back to my feet, but one of the darts is lodged in my upper arm.

I yank it out, and glare at it.

...I don't feel any different. "Enter!" I call. "What are you playing at!"

sry not sry, s'truth.

[interpolate]

"A game, Red Buster, a game!"

I laugh, a shrill and obnoxious purposeful facsimile of Escape. I understand why she does that sometimes, just not the frequency.

"A truth telling game, non?"

OH NOES

[red_pleather]

I do a double take when he does that LAUGH.

"Truth telling?" I ask. "That doesn't seem terribly destructive. Enter. You're slipping."

[interpolate]

My face falls into an indifferent mask, but for the sharp smirk that pulls one side of my mouth up at an awkward angle.

"You underestimate the natural self-destructive nature of humans, Red Buster. From now, until my dear Shinjitsuroid is destroyed, everyone we have attacked cannot lie. Cannot even bend the truth. Cannot withhold it."

I tilt my head onto one side and stare at him. "Imagine. Absolute honesty for all."

[spd_red]

Screams.

Screams were never a good thing. Well, unless it's because Sky's found the messages I like to write on his bathroom mirror now and then.

I skid into view of a happy looking dude in goggles, with a monster next to him. "Hey there!" I call. "Let me tell you about our specials on buttkicking today!"

[interpolate]

Enter turned at the approach of a stranger who actually addresses him. He frowns at him, quirking an eyebrow at the ridiculous hair.

"Poor show, stranger. I do not appreciate joking." He gestured widely with fingers spread, and the Metaroid shot a spray of darts at the newcomer.

[spd_red]

"Whoa!" Jack yelped, throwing himself into a series of handsprings, but he wasn't quite fast enough. He went down, clutching his leg.

"Ow."

[oh this bodes well, he can take it back to Bridge and Sky XD]

[interpolate]

"Magnifique!" Enter threw his hands into the air with a flourish and a crow, then advanced on his newest adversary with a slow steady pace.

"Why do you intend to stop me, civilian?"

[dear god XD]

[spd_red]

Jack dragged the dart out, wincing, and tossed it aside. "Because you're obviously up to no good!" he cried. Then for some reason he added, "And your goggles are weird!"

[interpolate]

Uncouth, and impossible to tell of he was reacting to the dart, or whether he was simply built that way from the start. Humans were tricky, that was the problem.

"Merci beaucoup, I am indeed 'up to no good'. Nice to be appreciated occasionally."