(Log) Get Off My Lawn

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WHO: Bowl Man, Magma Dragoon, Spring Man, Signas
WHAT: The Robot Masters attempt to steal the lawn from the Tower of Light in retribution for Guts Man's prank.
WHERE: The Tower of Light, Central US
WHEN: April 2, 2221

Central United States
The midwest is the agricultural heart of the country, and has been referred to in the past as the breadbasket of the world. Flat, rich land, fed by numerous rivers and the scientific might of centuries of agribusiness, yields a bounty unparalleled in human history. The largest reservoir of fresh water in the world, the Great Lakes, resides near the northeastern corner of this vast, rich area.
In the center of the U.S. is the Space Elevator, which rises into the heavens from Kansas City. The Space Elevator crosses the airspace of the United States, the Republic of Texas and part of Mexico before reaching its terminus point near Eurasia, the largest space station in Earth orbit.

Tower of Light
A shimmering tower rising from the ground, the Tower of Light is impressive, to say the least. A tower of polished metal, it shines brilliantly in the sunlight, a spiral of transparisteel windows arcing up the side of the building. In the day, the blue-hued armor that protects the tower absorbs and reflects the sunlight, making the tower truly look like a tower made of light. At night, powerful concealed lights make the building glow as it stands against the night sky.

A number of Robot Master transports touch down outside the Tower of Light, on the front lawn. Bowl Man and several Joes with buzzsaws march out. Bowl Man begins directing them about, the Joes turning their buzzsaws to the turf and digging into it. "Yes...Yes...They shall be repaid!"

None too far behind Bowl Man is the bouncy slinky-man known as Spring Man. He seems to be holding a remote control of some type in his hand. "This is such an GREAT IDEA!," he squeaks with glee as he watches the Joes work. "They'll NEVER expect THIS! Hah hah hah!" The coiled Robot Master looks at the remote for a moment, then back to the Joes, apparently waiting on something.

Signas is inside the Tower of Light at the moment, checking on Hunter interests in the area, and making sure that, for example, Zero has not recently cut the building in half and dropped part of it on a Robot Master just because. Concluding his business with a nervous, balding businessman, Signas turns to the window.
And stops, squinting against the glare.
"Is that...?" he says, holding up a hand to shield his eyes. They cease to be narrow. "Ah. I see." Turning his head slightly, he addresses the businessman. "Please excuse me. Pressing matters have come up."
Then, Signas is no longer where he was standing. And then, Signas is standing in the middle of the law. Blink. Legs shoulder width apart, hands clasped behind his back, looking down at the smaller robots. "Hello Bowl Man. Hello Spring Man," he says neutrally, for the moment ignoring the industrious drones. "I appreciate your aggressive sales technique, but I can assure you that the Tower of Light already has landscaping services. May I help you with anything else, or will you be on your way now?"

Bowl Man looks up at Signas, narrowing his optics. "Signas..." He steps to a neutral stance, his right hand's fingers wiggling in the air, gripping an unseen ball. "You should leave now. We are taking this lawn - come hell or high water! DMITRI, TO MY HAND!" A green ball fades in out of subspace, clicking into Bowl Man's fingers.

[Radio: (A) H Chat] Signas transmits, "Not to tear you all away from your beer pongs and what-have-you, but the Robot Masters appear to be vandalising the Tower of Light."
[Radio: (A) H Chat] Magma Dragoon transmits, "Glad I decided to help out around here then..."

At this, Spring Man tilts his head to one side, looking at the random bowling ball, then looking at Signas. He seems to be thinking for a moment... "Oh! Him!," he suddenly says with a look of realization. He casts the remote he was holding to one side before lightly punching his buster into his hand, a serious look in his eyes. "It's been four years too long since I've had some action! And defeating THIS guy'll DEFINATELY net us some brownie points with the boss, eh?" He bounces on the spot, apparently excited, making a light slinky noise.

Normally, when Magma Dragoon makes an investigation in Robot Master activity, he has come to expect really random things from them. Not every time of course, but it would be impossible for Magma to understand why the Robot Masters do half of the things they do. This time however, there was a slight amount of speculation whether this spike in activity was to be considered serious or not?
It just so happened as Signas was working inside of the Tower of Light, Magma Dragoon was nearby offering his assistance to his old comrade. The dragon was currently working on a data pad nearby Signas... or at least he was until his eyes slowly follows Signas's gaze and glances out of the window. "Huh... guess it's time to go to work..." he mutters. Placing the datapad onto the businessman's desk, Magma nods his head slightly. "Excuse us... though I would advice moving away from the windows for a while." then turns to leave through the door... stupid blink people, always showing him up. As Signas was having an interesting discussion with the Robot Masters, Dragoon was calmly take his time to walk down the stairs. With a semi bored look, the dragon steps out of the front doors and crosses his arms as he walks over to the Masters. "What do we have here?"

One eyebrow climbs all but imperceptibly up Signas' brow, but otherwise he makes no move to leave or attack. He is, after all, a diplomat first and foremost. "And might I ask what use you have for our well-maintained landscape?" he inquires. "I was under the impression that your bowling took place in alleys, not on lawns."
To Spring Man, he gives a bemused look. "I do hope you have not gotten... rusty during your time in storage, Spring Man." To both, "Surely you can find adequate lawns in San Angeles? It is, after all, temporarily your 'turf'."
Magma Dragoon's entrance causes Signas to actually move, turning his head towards the Undefeated. "The Robot Masters have apparently started a landscaping business. I must say that I find their sales pitch unsavoury, to say the least." A pause. "Do you have any lawns which might require this level of... delicate care, Magma Dragoon?"

Bowl Man's eyes dart to Magma Dragoon. "Enough of this prattle!" He looks to Spring. "You take the hat." He lifts his ball before him, bracing his right hand with his left. "Dmitri! Time to roll a strike! GO!" He steps forward, his arm swinging back, another step taking the ball rushing forward out of his hand, curving along the ground at Magma Dragoon.
Bowl Man strikes Magma Dragoon with his Picking Up The Spare attack.

With nice, slow motions, Spring Man reaches his sole hand up to the side of his head, pressing into one of his ear-holes, apparently disabling something before moving into a battle stance, looking surprisingly smug for someone without a mouth. Or at least he was until Bowl Man suddenly made his move. This momentarily caught him off guard, as thought he'd not expected combat this soon. Actually, he was hoping for a bit more conversation... Without missing more than a single beat, however, he reaches under his chest piece and whips around a long, slender coil, giving it a few whips before hurling it at Signas with startled haste!
Spring Man strikes you with a glancing hit from his Winding Coil attack.
Signas is temporarily disoriented by Spring Man's Winding Coil attack.

Magma Dragoon sighs slightly as he looks between the two Robot Masters, the dragon reaches up with one hand and rubs the back of his neck as he seems interested in trying to figure out what was going on. Shaking his head slightly and closing his eyes, the dragon gives a small shrug to Signas. "An interesting question... for an equally interesting predicament. However, I'm afraid that nothing comes to mind. They are simply unneeded here."
Magma blinks slightly as suddenly his conversation with Signas was interrupted by Bowl Man's sudden assault. His eyes widen as suddenly the massive bowling ball comes rushing at him, and knocks the dragon clean off of his feet and onto the ground. Magma pauses, the slowly pushes himself up and lets out a grunt. "That's it, you're fired."
With those words said, Magma takes a step back and places his palms together. Quickly, in a Kamehameha, and thus forms a large fireball in his arms equal to the size of the bowling ball. Then instantly, the dragon thrusts his arms forward and pushes out his hands, sending the fireball rushing for Bowl Man. "HADOKEN!"
Magma Dragoon strikes Bowl Man with his Hadoken attack.

"I'm fired? Honestly, what type of line is that?" Bowl Man asks as the fireball strikes him in his chest. He wards the flames away with a sweep of his arm, as Dmitri returns to his hand through unseen mechanisms. "Let's see if I can't pick up the spare!" He spins about, before lobbing the ball over armed, aiming at Magma's head.
Bowl Man misses Magma Dragoon with his Mad Curve On That Ball attack.

"Prattle is what prevents international incidents, Bowl Man," Signas replies neutrally, remaining still as the Ten Pin Terror moves to attack Magma Dragoon. The Undefeated can handle himself. Signas, however, sighs. "I see that reason is not going to be effective here." He is about to move on to the next stage of proper negotiations, when Spring Man makes his assault.
Signas does not move. But this time, it's because he can't. Eyes narrow, but he says nothing for now.

Magma rolls his eyes. "I didn't mean it like th-oh forget it. I'm not going to explain it to you." he mutters as he watches Bowl Man pull his next attack and snorts. As the large ball goes rushing through the air, Magma quickly leans back and allows the massive ball to pass over his head. That would of hurt like hell if it hit...
Grunting, the dragon cocks his head back to Bowl Man. "Annoying, but not half bad." he mutters as he begins to step forward. The dragon seems to be taking his time with his approach, keeping a calm stride as he closes the distance between himself in Bowl Man.
Then in a flash, the dragon holds out his right first and dashes forwards in a rush of speed that literally singed the ground where Magma passed over. In a flash he nears Bowl Man and throws out his fist aiming to smash it into Bowl Man's face.
Magma Dragoon misses Bowl Man with his Dash Punch attack.

Spring Man mentally grins as his tethering coil has bound the tall form of Signas in place. In a rather bold move, Spring Man casually walks over to the bound Hunter and tenses his coils, raising to his height so he can eye him. "You're not so tough if a little coil can keep you bound like that, ARE ya?" The springy Robot Master slinks back down and reaches a hand up, harmlessly play-smacking the well-dressed reploid across the face with a gleeful laugh! "All talk and no action! HAH!" It's worth noting that all this taunting is leaving him completely wide open.

Bowl Man summons a pair of bowling pins from subspace, and crosses them in front of him, blocking the punch. "You're going down, Magma Dragoon. You cannot defeat the power of a professional athlete with a half ton of guts and a mouthful of HEART!" He aims to strike Mamga with both pins, doing several katas in the process.
Bowl Man strikes Magma Dragoon with his Bowling Pin Dual Wield attack.

Signas' mouth twitches as the Robot Master lays hands on him, but is still stunned... until he manages to work his right arm free. A glance is cast towards the battle between Magma Dragoon and Bowl Man, their positions noted, and tactical data calculated based on a) not hitting Magma Dragoon or the building and b) getting rid of the Robot Masters. His head swivels back towards Spring Man.
"I can see that you are not open to reason either," he says, a hint of sadness in his voice. "Perhaps this will help instruct you in the ways of proper interaction, then." Signas' free arm comes arcing around, aiming to swat Spring Man right back off the lawn.
You strike Spring Man with a minor hit from your Swat attack.

Magma grins as he push sails through the air and smashes into a pair of bowling pins. The dragon pulls his fist back and takes a moment to give a smile. "Interesting..." he muses. However, Magma was suddenly forced back by Bowl Man's sudden move onto the offensive, and as he swings both of the pins down, both of them smash directly into Magma's muzzle. Stumbling back slightly, Magma shakes his head as he tries to rid the sudden dizzy spell that washed over him. Growling, Magma narrows his eyes as he suddenly rushes forwards and swings his hand outwards. The dragon then, suddenly taps the edges of his fingers against Bowl Man's chest and allows the to just sit there. For half a second, Magma did nothing but allow the tips of his fingers to touch Bowl Man's torso... then in a flash the dragon scoots forward as he pulls his fingers back and delivers a swift punch to Bowl Man's torso. Normally this doesn't do much, but combined with the force from Magma's frame, and add the fact that the Undefeated sent a massive wave of fire out to engulf Bowl Man as well as deliver a punch to his chest... then the attack could do some damage.
Magma Dragoon strikes Bowl Man with his Inferno attack.

Bowl Man gets struck in the chest by the flaming punch, the metal cracking as he falls backwards onto a knee. "Urgh...That's it." He surges back to his feet, Dmitri fading into his grip. He swings the ball around from the side, aiming at Magma Dragoon's jaw. "Let the good times roll!"
Bowl Man misses Magma Dragoon with his Bowling Ball Smash attack.

"Unf?!" Needless to say, Spring Man is a little on the swatted side, flying surprisingly far from what was essentially a heavy slap. He lands on the ground, sliding and catching some grass and dirt in between his coils. With a shudder, he springs back to his feet, narrowing his eyes and growling. "You cheap son of a...!" 'Cheap'? HE was the one who tied the Hunter up! Regardless...infuriated, Spring Man starts whirling his chest parts around on their axis, coming to a high speed rather quickly. "Chew on this, fancy-man!" Almost as suddenly as he started, he comes to a stop, one of his arms -- the one with a clenched fist -- whipping out towards Signas and showing just how long and flexable he can be!
Spring Man misses you with his Rocket Punch attack.

Magma Dragoon takes a step back as he watches Bowl Man come rushing forward, the dragon crosses his arms and leans his muzzle back slightly to watch Bowl Man's approach. Then with a chuckle, the dragon suddenly leaps into the air and sidesteps Bowl Man's attack as he reaches one arm outwards to try and place it on the back of Bowl Man's head. Then with a massive shove, Magma tries to send Bowl Man off balanced and crashing onto the ground.
The dragon then takes several steps back and holds out his arms. "Get up. It's time you showed me what you can do!" Magma calls out, he even bends his knees and claps his hands several times before holding them out. Like he was waiting for Bowl Man to pitch a baseball.
Magma Dragoon strikes Bowl Man with his Throw attack.

Signas shakes his head. "I am only cheap when it comes to the acquisition of resources," he replies. After all, the Hunters go through EVERYTHING so quickly, it's not like they even notice when he buys No Name Brand Combat Dummies instead of the fancy ones. "I really wish you would reconsider your aggressive stance, Spring Man," the Diplomat says, raising his foot to avoid Spring Man's assault. He is quite large after all. "This is a futile attempt at petty vandalism. I'm sure you could find more constructive pursuits if you really put your mind to it."
Even so, Signas' large foot comes down towards Spring Man's springy head. "I do hope you can learn to channel your anger in a direction more productive to society."
You strike Spring Man with a minor hit from your Hostile Negotiations attack.

Bowl Man goes crashing to the ground, landing on his back. He pushes himself back up to his feet, and narrows his eyes. "You've pushed me one step too far, Magma Dragoon. Feel the wrath of my...BOWWWWLING..." His arm swings back, before swinging forward, "BOMMMMMMBER!" His ball lashes out, flying through the air at Magma's chest.
Bowl Man strikes Magma Dragoon with his Bowling Bomber attack.

Magma Dragoon was expecting this somewhat, holding out his arms and digging his talons into the ground, the dragon narrows his eyes as the large bowling ball was thrown his way. With a loud growl, the dragon shoots his arms upwards to grab the bowling ball as it was thrown at him. Even then, the attack was able to throw Dragoon back by the sheer momentum caused by Bowl Man's throw. Dragoon's talons were sent dragging across the ground, leaving six long lines in the grass as the dragon's arms where forced back and his chest armor was suddenly dented inwards with a series of sparks.
This continues for a short while, before Magma could finally stop himself and give an almost pleased look on his face. "Not half bad Bowl Man. I'm impressed." The dragon says, then takes a few steps forward. Suddenly, the dragon spins around and sends a wave of fire into his palms which was still clutching onto the bowling ball. "Take this! SHINKUU HADOKEN!"
With that, Magma Dragoon sends his fists outwards and launches the large bowling ball right back at Bowl Man. Only on fire, and around three times the size because of the massive flames that surround it.
Taking a moment to breath, Magma cocks his head to his only partner on the battlefield. "Signas! How are you holding up?"
Magma Dragoon strikes Bowl Man with his Shinkuu Hadoken attack.

Bowl Man gets struck by his own ball, sent flailing onto his back. Burnt by the flames, Dmitri fades into subspace, as he shouts, "Next time, Dragoon! NEXT TIME!" He turns and runs for it.
Bowl Man retreats from the area swiftly, leaving him open to pursuit or parting shots from Spring Man, Magma Dragoon, Number Man, Atlas, and Earthrock Trilobite.

Surprisingly, Spring Man's head does not spring back against the comparitively giant foot. "GLK!" The robot flails his arms around in a bit of a tizz before he can free his head. When he finally DOES, however, it comically sproings out. Hard. Hard enough to where he has to stabilize himself, in fact. Once he does, he goes into a pose with a serious look in his eyes again, apparently trying to save face.
"Listen, pal!," he starts yelling. "There's a price to pay for messing with our home! And the price in THIS case is one replacement LAWN! And...maybe some clean-up service fees," he quietly adds, shuddering a little. "Now if you're not gonna cooperate like a NICE guy...well..." He shrugs. "So what's it...gonna..." He crosses his arms and watches his ally start running. "...be?" He gives a nervous chuckle all of a sudden, not entirely sure he's standing on balanced ground anymore, so to speak.

Magma dusts his torso plate off, frowning at the horrible dented metal around his torso. That was rather bad... shaking his head, the dragon looks up at Bowl Man as he takes off, then places a hand onto his chest and give Bowl Man a little bow. "No need in finishing him off. I have nothing to prove." he says as he crosses his arms and looks back over to Signas.
Magma smiles as he looks over at Signas and Spring Man, shaking his head slightly as he shrugs. "I'll let Signas speak for me on this occasion. I believe we are generally thinking the same thing."

Signas watches as Bowl Man retreats, then nods solemnly before removing his foot from Spring Man's head. "Now that your hot-headed comrade has departed, perhaps we can talk like adults." His his track to Magma Dragoon. "I am fine, Magma Dragoon. Thank you for your concern. Could you remove some of these drones from our lawn?"
Back to Spring Man. "I see. You seek reparations for damage done to your own lawn." Signas puts a hand to his chin, looking pensive. "I can understand that. I would be quite upset if the Robot Masters destroyed my lawn as well." A moment passes as Signas contemplates the best course of action. "I'm afraid I cannot let you take this lawn, as it is paid for by the residents of the Tower of Light, and their business would be disrupted if their lawn was missing. I am sure you understand. However, I can ask for an apology to be issued to your faction for the damage incurred to your base." This is probably a lie, but it's delivered with such bald-faced sincerity and confidence that it's difficult to tell. "The Hunter budget cannot cover repairs to other bases, but I can help you organise a fundraiser, and that way you can gain outside funds legitimately and use them to effect clean-up and repairs at Skull Quentin."

Magma chuckles a bit, then gives Signas a quick salute with two fingers. "My pleasure." he says before turning around and making his way to several drones. Pulling back one fist and engulfing it on fire, the next actions that followed suit should be predictable. Generally involving the mass destruction of all the poor Joes that where in the area. Though as Magma tries to best to fight them away from the law. "Have you been really digging up the lawn this entire time!? I am so glad I'm not going to clean this up!"
As Magma kicks away several Joes, he allows Signas to do all the talking...

[Radio: (A) H Chat] Signas transmits, "We will need to order more sod for the Tower of Light. Again."
[Radio: (A) H Chat] Cinnamon transmits, "Oh, is the grass out there burnt again, Signas?"

The springy robot isn't really sure where to go from here... He seems to be thinking the various options over, his rather dented head tossing from side to side. He also seemed a bit more relaxed, since he wasn't immediately attacked again...
"Hm... Ya know, that seems pretty fair considering we tore up this guy's lawn! Buuuuut...let's see!" He brings two fingers up to his ear-hole and looks to one of the nearby transports, apparently checking to see if Bowl Man disappeared with ALL the transports or just the one they came in. He then looks at Dragoon punting Joes left and right and immediately orders the remaining units to cease their landscaping actions, thinking his word is as good as Bowl Man's even though Bowl Man was the one who organized the forces.

[Radio: (A) H Chat] Magma Dragoon transmits, "Not... really."
[Radio: (A) H Chat] Signas transmits, "No. Some of it has been stolen by Robot Master drones, however."
[Radio: (A) H Chat] Cinnamon transmits, "Don't worry, it'll just grow back in a week or -- oh. Wait, what?"
[Radio: (A) H Chat] Magma Dragoon transmits, "It's always stealing dirt with the Robot Masters..."
[Radio: (A) H Chat] Cinnamon transmits, "Hey, I worked hard on that! What'd they /steal/ it for?"
[Radio: (A) H Chat] Layer transmits, "...do they need a logical reason?"
[Radio: (A) H Chat] Signas transmits, "In retaliation for a prank."
[Radio: (A) H Chat] Signas transmits, "Which was organised by a certain Hunter yesterday."
[Radio: (A) H Chat] Cinnamon transmits, "That's totally cheating, it's not April Fool's Day anymore!"
[Radio: (A) H Chat] Alia transmits, "Not a very good prank either."
[Radio: (A) H Chat] Sing transmits, "Of course. They need a lawn to fertilize with that stuff."
[Radio: (A) H Chat] Cinnamon transmits, "Ohhhh."
[Radio: (A) H Chat] Cinnamon transmits, "Okay, that makes a /bit/ more sense."
[Radio: (A) H Chat] Michael Eildath transmits, "Why are we fighting them for dirt?"
[Radio: (A) H Chat] Michael Eildath transmits, "I mean, just let them have it."
[Radio: (A) H Chat] Michael Eildath transmits, "It's dirt."

Signas offers a brief non-frown to Magma Dragoon (it's almost as if his face is phsyically incapable of smiling), as well as a nod as the Undefeated goes about his work. Straightening once more, the Diplomat clasps his hands behind his back and looks down towards the Robot Master. "Thank you for being reasonable, Spring Man. I will transmit a document to Skull Quentin's servers regarding the best way to organise a fundraiser once you have left this area. I am already discussing apologies with the other Hunters."

[Radio: (A) H Chat] Sing transmits, "It's OUR dirt, by gum!"
[Radio: (A) H Chat] Michael Eildath facepalms audibly.
[Radio: (A) H Chat] Sing transmits, "I don't know. I'm not actually there."
[Radio: (A) H Chat] Magma Dragoon transmits, "I'll note that they attacked first."
[Radio: (A) H Chat] Sing just laughs a bit.
[Radio: (A) H Chat] Signas transmits, "The lack of a proper lawn will disrupt the business of the companies who pay US rent to live in the Tower of Light, Commander Eildath."
[Radio: (A) H Chat] Sing transmits, "Light Labs is stupidly rich, right?"
[Radio: (A) H Chat] Sing transmits, "Why not just... buy a new lawn?"
[Radio: (A) H Chat] Michael Eildath says nothing. He just groans incredulously.
[Radio: (A) H Chat] Signas transmits, "The Robot Masters are being dealt with by way of diplomacy. At least now that the hot-headed Bowl Man has been sent packing. Well done, Magma Dragoon."
[Radio: (A) H Chat] Magma Dragoon transmits, "Any time."
[Radio: (A) H Chat] Axl transmits, "By 'diplomacy', do you mean 'with the heavy warhammer of peace. To the face'?"
[Radio: (A) H Chat] Signas transmits, "No, Spring Man became much more malleable once it became clear he was outnumbered and outmatched. I merely had to step on his head a little."
[Radio: (A) H Chat] Axl transmits, "Huh."
[Radio: (A) H Chat] Axl transmits, "Awesome job."
[Radio: (A) H Chat] Signas transmits, "That is what I do. Words can have a power greater than even the most hotly-glowing kinetic fist."
[Radio: (A) H Chat] Cinnamon transmits, "And sometimes you get to do both!"

"We could use a bit of funding at this point," Spring Man absentmindedly murmurs aloud. Another shrugs overtakes him and he gives Signas a happy look. It's surprising how good he was at emoting despite the fact he was missing half a face... "Well, I guess I'll be heading out, then! Um...sorry about the lawn, then!" 'What a freakin' nuisence...,' Spring Man thinks interally, honestly not pleased with the result of this event, but he hides this fact outwardly, just wandering to the transport he hopped out of, issuing an order to load up and head out to the units on the field. With a cheerful tone, he parts with "Take care then!" before the remaining transport ships warm up and shart shuttling back towards the West with no apparent intention of diverting from flight path.

[Radio: (A) H Chat] Signas transmits, "Yes. Sometimes aggressive negotiations are required."

Signas nods. "Do not trouble yourselves over it, this time." He remains exactly where he is, standing on the lawn, hands clasped behind his back, watching Spring Man leave in his transport and the drones file away after him. "I believe our work here is done, Magma Dragoon. I will order in some new sod."
After a while, he raises an arm to speak into the radio, turns back towards the Tower of Light, and disappears into thin air.

[Radio: (A) H Chat] Signas transmits, "I will oversee the installation of new sod. Expect an appropriate deduction from our Fallout Account."

Magma pauses as the Joe's back off. He nods his head back at Signas as he takes a moment to look around at the lawn... well the Joes certainly went to town on this place. Frowning, Magma gives a slight sigh and rubs the back of his neck with one hand.
The dragon watches Signas speak to Spring Man for a few seconds... then blinks. "Hmm, I didn't actually thing that was going to work." he notes out loud as he shrugs and looks over at Signas then nods. "Very well."
Once more, Signas disappears in a flash of light to one of the upper levels of the Tower of Light. The dragon blinks as he cranes his neck to look back upwards... then lets out a groan. Stupid blink always showing him up...
With a sigh, Magma makes his way back into the tower and begins his exciting adventure in making his way up the stairs. Times like this he wishes he had wings...

[Radio: (A) H Chat] Cinnamon transmits, "'k. Make sure you use the stuff I made, though! It'll grow back faster anyways."
[Radio: (A) H Chat] Signas transmits, "I will do so, Cinnamon. Thank you for the reminder."
[Radio: (A) H Chat] Sing snrks.
[Radio: (A) H Chat] Signas transmits, "Indeed."
[Radio: (A) H Chat] Signas transmits, "Now to edit this document on the proper raising of carnivorous plants to more closely resemble a 'How To: Throw A Fundraiser' document."
[Radio: (A) H Chat] Blizzard Wolf transmits, "Is...the lawn secure?"
[Radio: (A) H Chat] Signas transmits, "The lawn is secure, though damaged. I have already arranged for repairs."
[Radio: (A) H Chat] Blizzard Wolf transmits, "All is well then."
[Radio: (A) H Chat] Magma Dragoon transmits, "I suppose."
[Radio: (A) H Chat] Cinnamon, curiously: "What kinda carnivorous plants?"
[Radio: (A) H Chat] Blizzard Wolf transmits, "Is Spike Rosered up to shenanigans again?"
[Radio: (A) H Chat] Blizzard Wolf transmits, "That guy is such a freak."
[Radio: (A) H Chat] Signas transmits, "The kind which eat Robot Masters."