[b]Meta passed a group of three completely different figures, all conversing quite loudly... The first was a knightess. Her armor consisted of blue cloth, leather, and steel. Her left arm and both legs were armored the most with steel. Her short blonde hair was surprisingly straight. The woman's eyes flickered dark maroon as an aura of heat surrounded her. At her side was a straight sword, with a shield on her back. Nothing too much. The second was an Assaultron. Particularly bulky and armed, it was the loudest of the group, particularly angry about something involving peace. On it's steel back was a large rifle of some sort. And the final figure? Another female, with dyed turquoise hair, a black cotten jacket, and a shotgun in her hands, loaded with a drum round. A curved sword and revolver was sheathed, the pistol at her side. She simply listened to the conversation, her gray eyes darting from the knightess and the robot, and vice versa. Suddenly, the robot snapped completely, pulling out its gun. [/b] [i][b]"I'm sick and tired of being a damn pacifist! I need to kill something!!!"[/b][/i] [u]"Angry. Wayne...calm down."[/u] [b]The knightess spoke up with a softer voice, although the robot was still particularly violent-looking. It stopped screaming as she mentioned the name "Wayne". [/b] [i][b]"What? I'm gonna go shoot something. Or someone...be right back."[/b][/i] [b]It turns, suddenly looking at Meta. Gears in its head begin whirling up as it simply stares at him.[/b] [u]"Don't do it, Wayne..."[/u] [b][i]"Why not? He would understand..."[/i][/b] [b]Angry, or Wayne, whatever its name was, lets out a dark chuckle. Surprisingly dark, considering that he's a robot.[/b]