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New Pork City

With a great KSSSSSSSSH! the limo lands at the entrance of Master Porky's neon haven, New Pork City. The streets are lined with lively distractions and familiar faces, the people of Tazmily bustling about at the cinema or the arcade.

Boney nudges his owner's hand with his nose, giving him a comforting lick. Kumatora puts a hand near her eyes, scanning the area. Duster fiddles with a wall staple, itching to move but wanting to stay still.

Lucas soaks it all in, frowning faintly.

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Although Enzo is human right now, he's still got his uniform on. He's also the most visibly geared-up of the group, with the sword at his side and the fingerless gauntlet on his left hand.

"Hey. I'm Enzo." Until it's clearer whether he should be friendly or un-, he'll stick with cordial.

"Oh yeah, I met you back when I lived in Tazmily," Isaac says to Enzo. "You wanted to take a look at the Happy Box I had bought. Well, now you get to see what it's done for me. Joining Fassad and the Pigmask Army was one of the best decisions I ever made."

"Well....that's progress," Duster says.

Boney whines and barks, sniffing about anxiously.

"You'll wanna do something about your dog," Isaac tells Lucas.

"Oh, of course," Lucas says, scratching Boney behind his ear.

"Anyway, don't cause any trouble and we'll all get along just fine."

Isaac nods his head and returns to the others standing outside the cinema.

"Enzo?" Autor says, startled. "Aren't you normally green?"

He sidles up to the other sprite--er, boy--and looks him over. "Well, I'm glad you're at least prepared for this," he murmurs.

Enzo smirks. "Normally, yes." He winks an eye which is still bright purple.

"I'm prepared for something, at any rate. User knows what."

Autor smirks back at him, planting his feet. He's a bit more comfortable, now. A bit. "So how do you become human? I assume it's something optional, but temporary?"

"Yeah, we've got a machine for it. It works both ways. I can't visit human worlds as a sprite. I mean literally can't, I'd die."

Autor nods quietly. "Thanks a useful convenience," he says. "And I'm glad you were able to come help Lucas, too. What do you think about"--and he gestures around--"this... situation?"

"The Pigmask Army and everything? I know things can be different for humans, but... if something like this happened in my world, it'd be because of a virus. You can fight as many minions as you want, but nothing's going to go back to normal unless you go to the top."

"That makes sense," Autor says, watching Issac rejoin the Pigmask group milling around. "Here it seems like everyone is an individual who bleeds. Well, the king has requested to see Lucas specifically, so perhaps we'll be able to figure out what he wants and talk our way out of it."

Or massively screw up and then fight their way out.

Boney whines once and nudges his head against first Enzo's legs then Autor's before padding up to Dinah.

"Boney wanna get a move on?" Kumatora asks.

"Must be gettin' anxious, ain'tcha, boy?" Lucas responds, leaning down to rub Boney's ear.

"Anyway, the cinema's as good a place to start as any," Kumatora says before leaning into the doorway.

Autor pats Boney twice before he leaves. He was amused to realize that Boney was a dog, not a person, and had taken a liking to him since.

"All right," he says, "there's no point in putting it off. Let's head to the movie hall."

Dinah nudges her knee into Boney's shoulder, scratching him a couple of times as he stays near her.

"Alright, let's go. Boney and I'll watch your backs. Right, boy?"

"I'll take point, then."

Not something typically said upon entering a movie theatre, but...

"Good idea," Autor says to Enzo, completely out of his depth as to who should be taking what positions in this line-up. "I'll watch, and try to learn something."

He hovers in the middle, between the sprite-turned-human and Dinah, and glances over his shoulder at her. "So," Autor says as they start their approach, "what's with the wig?"

The attempt at levity may fall completely flat, but he really is quite curious about it.

"It's my work clothes," Dinah says simply, fishing for an explanation that doesn't make her sound ridiculous.

"It's psychological. I feel more comfortable doing missions in the wig."

Autor mulls this over for a bit, and nods. He's the one who showed up to this wearing a school uniform. "How often do you go on them?"

"Maybe twice, three times a week," Dinah says. "Depending on what you count as a mission, you could argue that it's nightly."

"I'd ask what you do on them, but I assume they involve your kickboxing and judo skills?" Autor says, tilting his head. "That will surely prepare you for this, then."

"Boxing," Dinah corrects. "I've done some kickboxing, but I wouldn't call myself a master at that."

"Right, sorry. I was thinking of Yugo's recommendation." Autor says, smiling sheepishly. Then, he drops back to walk closer to her, murmuring, "what do you think of this situation here?"

Whether Dinah has an answer or not, Kumatora has something to say about the situation here.

"This place smells like ass!"

And indeed, the inside of the one-screen theater does stink. Boney sniffs around to investigate.

Meanwhile, the projector plays a sort of slideshow, all of the pictures featuring a group of kids all about Lucas's age traveling to different parts of the world. Sometimes the group is missing a kid or two but there's always one boy in every picture.

"Phoo! I wish I could have come here as a sprite."

He eyes the screen. "Not really a movie, is it?"

"Guess not," Duster agrees. "I don't know what it's supposed to mean."

"Me either," Lucas adds. Until, "Wait! Wait, I've seen some of this before."

The young boy steps closer to the screen.

"I wore those clothes for Halloween b'fore. An' these guys're the Runaway Five"

"Huh."

Come to think of it, that boy's overall appearance is sort of familiar to Enzo, too.

Probably not the best thing to mention right now, though.

"I think it's suspicious," Dinah says to Autor. But it's an opinion that stretches to the 'movie,' too.

"What is this?"

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