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

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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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I manage to tuck before I hit the wall, and don't do too much damage. I drop to the ground, shake my head to clear it, then stand again.

Compared to some times when he's thrown me into things, that was nothing. "Compared to some times when you've hurt me that wasn't much," I find myself saying. "And of course things can be simple! You know that!"

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I snarl at his bravado, aware that I am holding back and somehow unable to do anything about it.

"Non!" I snap my cables at him again. "Simplicity is an illusion, a construct of your feeble mind."

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I dodge, firing, but just aiming at his cables. I don't want him to go, I just don't want him to maim me. "You're getting awfully upset about this," I observe.

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I don't quite have conscious control over my cables when they slam into the pavement, sending up little bits of gravel, not to mention sparks where they drag.

"Why are you not attacking me?"

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"You want me to attack you?" I turn the question back on him, grinning just a little. This is so strange!