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Character: Angela Cross
Fandom: Ratchet and Clank
Player Name: Karma

[There's a masked thief today standing by the Plaza, with a deceptively male figure. "He" paces around, irritated. There wasn't time for another detour, and the natives were of no help at all. His ship was gone, as well as most of his resources, and he had to track down that foolish Megacorp pawn before...something happened. Coming to a decision, he finally stops, colliding headfirst into a wall, and wrings out some of the water from his cape in irritation. He would build a new ship from scratch if he had to.]

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[And who should enter the Plaza but said Megacorp pawn. He's walking across the Plaza with a bag of groceries in his hands. He is humming something to himself; a Courtney Gears song perhaps? He's just enjoying the day and feels happy today. And he hasn't noticed the masked thief yet.]

[It's the ears the thief immediately recognizes. He rushes over, his electronically modified voice booming.]

You have the audacity to shop for groceries when you should be on the run? No matter, lackey. Take me to the experiment, or... [Oh, where's that little robot that's always with him?] Or your robot companion will be the one to suffer!

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[The Lombax jumps when he sees the "thief" and just stares as "he" speaks. He blinks a few times and tilts his head. No. It can't be...can it?]

...Angela? Is that you?

[It's Angela's turn to jump. How the heck does he know her real name? Her identity? Maybe it was just a lucky guess. She shakes her head and swoops her arm from under cape to retrieve a gun--only for her arm to get stuck in the fabric. After some struggling, and quiet mumbling, she points the weapon at the Lombax.]

My name is unimportant. Where is it?

[Ratchet blinks and stares at the gun for a moment. Was this another time line change? Maybe it was. What was she talking about? Wait. The Protopet? Was that what she wanted? Probably.]

I destroyed it. Angela, put the gun down and take the mask off. Let's just talk, alright?

[Is this some sort of a trap? That must be it. Not that it really matters to her, she just refuses to give him the satisfaction. She takes a moment to gather her thoughts, waving the gun a little.]

You'll have to try harder than that, flunkey. You can talk to me after you hand back the experiment to me!

[This different time thing or amnesia is getting annoying now. Is this what Alister felt like when they met up again? Crap, he'd need to apologize for that then. But first thing was first.]

I don't have it. Look, I think there's a misunderstanding here. I'm from the future. We destroyed the Protopet together. It's done and over with now.

[Masked strangers? Well, even for Vatheon, that was a little out of the... ordinary. It's only when the man bumps into him that he finally halts his pace, pushing the visitor back and giving a light scowl of disgust.

He'd already had enough to deal with this week, so pissed off newcomers were not at the top of his list for perfect getaways.]

Watch your footing.

[Caught off guard by the push, and even more stunned to see another Lombax, the "man" stumbles back onto the ground. He quickly stands up, brushing off his shoulders.]

Sorry...

[Now that was a voice that didn't suit the appearance. The Lombax raises a brow curiously, staring down the younger 'man' and folding his arms over his chest.]

Quite all right. I understand how conflicting it must be, to suddenly be transported to a place far from home. But where were you planning on even taking your first steps?

[The Thief begins to answer before remembering the role he's sticking to for the time being. Now seems like a good time for some theatrical hand gestures. Those are usually impressive and intimidating, aren't they? He decides to give it a shot, languidly moving his hands as he speaks.]

I need a ship. I have no intentions of staying here any longer than necessary.

A ship won't be enough to exit this place. If I could, I could easily call my own and I wouldn't need to stay here longer than necessary.

[But what was he...

What. Why was he waving his hands so much.]

...are you alright?

My patience is wearing thin. If you refuse to attempt to leave here, at least point me to the resources where I can build my own way off.

[The Thief doesn't seem to be catching on.]

Yes, why?

You don't seem to understand - there is no way off. You're welcome to try, but the only feasible way I could imagine trying to leave would be to take the elevator and swim out. But... monsters patrol the area and none of us are strong enough to destroy them.

Now.

...ah. What is it you're trying to do, anyway?

You mean to say there are no materials, no supplies or sources of energy that could possibly used to get out of here?

That isn't your concern. What are you doing here, Lombax?

That is correct. Try to prove me wrong if you will; I'll enjoy seeing your pitiful attempts to escape.

[But he stops, and stares. How did this stranger know...?

Unless they were part of their own universe somehow. Perhaps a minion of Nefarious that had yet to be quelled.]

First, you'll tell me who you are.

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