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Rock'em, Sock'em Recruits

Reading, Berkshire, was one of the larger towns in Britain, but this was also because of the myth population living quietly alongside the humans. There were very few that believed in fairies anymore, but some old superstitions had still endured the passing of time, and that was enough for the hobs to get by.

They were used to a quiet life there, and were usually untroubled by the outside world - or even the world of humans they lived side by side with.

At least until all this nonsense with the fearlings started. Everyone in the myth world knew that change was happening and it was a change for the worse rather than the better. When word eventually came that most of the Guardians had been captured by this evil force, by this Kuk, they knew the world was in trouble.

If the Guardians couldn't stand against them, then who could?

This was why, when the sky crack with lightning and opened him and a strange...thing fell down through it, cracking the asphalt where it landed, in the middle of their community's market, their first reaction was fear.

"What is it?"

"I don't know."

"Looks a bit like them human contraptions, it does."

"It can't be human, it fell out of the sky. And it's covered in slime."

"Don't touch it! Everyone stay back!"

The strange metal thing, whatever it was, suddenly sat up, staring at them all with an empty void of a face, before turning in one direction, running forward and smashing the facade of a building like it was nothing more than tissue paper.

"Everyone, clear out, take shelter! Blin, see if you can get find one of the tooth fairies to take a message to the Guardians! There are usually a few about."

"On it!"

The strange metal creature seemed to try to speak to them but the words were in a language alien to them and it sounded hostile.

Then it turned and went back to its rampage. Oddly, it didn't seem to be attacking any of them and all the damage to the buildings was more cosmetic than anything, but there was no telling if that would hold true for long - or if the creature would limit itself to just their settlement. If it laid into the town, with all its crowds of humans and larger buildings...

*"You're all in danger! You need to take shelter immediately!"

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Now that the robot had turned aside, Sirius also turned his attention to the falling debris. He didn't know how to deal with the collapsing buildings but this he could tackle. He idly wondered if the buildings signified the collapse of his own fragile mind before deciding that even his subconscious mind couldn't be bothered with metaphors.

He raised his wand and pointed it above him at the pieces of falling debris. He didn't have the time to speak so he thought arresto momentum and the debris hovered in the air for a moment before slowly floating down. It was easy. The trouble was that was it hadn't been as strong as he'd anticipated and there was still plenty of debris falling to earth.

Time to deal with the source of the problem.

He turned to Mellie. "Do you have any idea what's going on?"

Speak to me, oh representation of every woman I've ever met. Wait. He wasn't going to buy into the whole metaphor thing. Right.

"Not a fucking clue!" And the fact that Hottie McLonghair over there just apparently slowed gravity down doesn't really help her put the picture together. In fact, it has the effect of taking an unmade metaphorical jigsaw puzzle and dumping glue all over the top.

Mellie reaches over and picks up a rock the size of an apple and moves to throw it, still cradling the brownie, when she realizes how utterly stupid that is. Throwing a rock when there's already falling debris? Dumb.

She sets the rock down and takes a step towards the red astronaut robot. "Don't you use that tone with me, young...whatever you are!"

In her defense, it's no dumber than any other options she has. At least she isn't throwing rocks.

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The robot barely bothered to glance at her but it was clear it heard something - maybe just in her tone that made it understand it was being scolded.

Its response? Flapping its robotic hand in an 'all I hear is blah blah blah' gesture, before turning back towards one of the buildings again.

The robot suddenly leaped forward and smashed its hands into the side of a building, causing more debris to rain down - which it then caught before it fell on one of the hobs and cast safely aside.

It then reached down and picked up the trembling little being and gently placed her aside, safely out of its way. Strange behavior for a robot hellbent on mindless destruction.

*"When you have something useful to say - in Interlac - I may deign to listen to your prattling, but right I don’t have time to indulge the human propensity towards indignant, inane protraction."

Edited 2013-07-01 06:27 (UTC)

There's another mystery to add to this situation - namely, a cloaked and hooded man with a drill-topped staff who has stepped in from just outside the area. Simon's not certain where he is, but he knows that a big flaming thing fell out of the sky, and things like that usually aren't ever good.

Stepping a bit closer, he sees that coming to investigate the situation has brought forth more questions than answers.

Remus was used to things changing quickly, but not quite this quickly. He'd been at home, preparing to travel to the continent on Dumbledore's behalf. He knew that part of it was just getting him out of the way, because so much of the Order didn't know if they could trust him. So very few actually did.

He'd just finished putting some books into his bag when the world seemed to tilt around him and he found himself...elsewhere. He looked down at his hands, raising an eyebrow. "No portkeys," he murmured. "What..."

Which was when he realized a couple of things. The buildings? Were a lot shorter than he was expecting. Most of the people around him were also a lot shorter than he was expecting. The only tall people were a woman, somebody hooded, a...thing that was climbing up one of the buildings and--

--And someone he could recognize from behind in his sleep.

He took a breath, drawing his own wand from the inside of his sleeve, walking forward. "I believe the buildings are somewhat small for a King Kong reenactment. Is anybody clear yet on what's happening, yet?"

Sirius started at the familiar voice and looked behind him. His jaw dropped before he composed himself. Really, he should have expected this. Of course Remus would be here. This was Sirius's nervous breakdown after all.

He lowered his wand a fraction. It was now pointed at the robot but his attention was on Remus. "Nice to have you join my hallucination. Once I figure out what the hell is going on in it I'll get back to you."

He looked at the other newcomer, trying to ascertain if it was one of his friends dressing up but from what he could tell the man was just a stranger. He turned his attention back to the apparently rampaging robot.

"Alright, I say we keep this robot thing from breaking any more buildings and then we can move on to getting in touch with my inner child or whatever else I'm supposed to explore."

"No one knows what's happening yet, just, no one knows." Mellie takes the introduction of even more people in stride, but she can already tell she's shrinking into them, letting others take the lead. Calling the shots is not her forte, and she holds the scared brownie child closer to her bosom.

And she watches the robot's hands. "Guys, I don't think RoboCop over here is our enemy!"

Is destruction an attempt at communication?

The alien suddenly stopped, jets activating at its feet to make it fly backwards and land in the courtyard between the buildings.

Raising its hands, it made strange, glowing spheres of yellow energy appeared in the air above it.

The spheres started to shimmer and spark dangerously, vibrating more and more. Before, the buildings had seemed to be falling apart even when the robot wasn't actually smashing them, but now the destruction of the surrounding buildings stopped completely.

Something odd shimmered silver inside the spheres of light, making them vibrate and spark even more, like some wild, darting, marine animal trying to break out of a fishbowl, and then finally they exploded into dots of light and dissipated.

The words may not have been in English but they were undeniably profane, judging by the tone.

Buildings started to degrade and collapse again. The roof of a building nearly slid down and fell on hobs cowering below, but the robot suddenly lifted an arm and a field of yellow light like the light of the spheres held the roof in place until they could get out of the way.

Somehow, some of the robot's words were sounding a little less alien, as if something was helping understanding coalesce into shape in their minds.

Of course, what it did next didn't exactly inspire trust. Mechanical parts shifted inside one arm and then there was terribly loud noise, high-pitched and grating.

SRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

It wasn't loud enough to deafen anyone but it was definitely unpleasant and somehow it made the air feel heavier, as if they could feel the vibrations the sound was causing.

* "Got you! Now how about a little corporeality? I don't think that's too much to ask for."

** Some words just really shouldn't be translated for polite company.

*** "How is it I always wind up being the one in the robot suit staring at the impending demise of a world? This better not end the same way it did last time."

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Simon stays quiet, but edges a bit closer to the situation, though now he's holding his staff with both hands - whether this robot is friendly or not, he doesn't know, but it's better to be on guard.

Something that sounded pretty ugly came out, as well as actual words following that - though jumbled in with whatever else the thing was saying. 'Demise' and 'world' were enough to put him on edge, however, and his grip tightens on the staff.

And then the noise came. It was nasty and sudden enough to cause him to stumble and lean on his staff for support, while clamping over one ear with a hand. He's making a pretty loud noise himself, though more in the vein of 'oh god make that racket stop'.

"Seeing as I remember you as a child, Padfoot? I think I'm going to pass on getting in touch with the inner one."

Okay, eleven wasn't exactly a child, but it was close enough.

The rest of it was enough for Remus to slam his hands over his ears, glad that it had only just been the new moon. His hearing wasn't nearly as sensitive as it would be in a few weeks, after all. He glanced over at Sirius, then raised his wand, jabbing it toward the spheres, which seemed to be cause of the sounds. "Silencio!" he shouted.

Well, one thing Sirius could say for his hallucination-- it got Remus's personality down. Unless that was some coded message about how Remus secretly couldn't stand him and--

Bigger picture.

Then the noise came. He was still grasping his wand so he didn't clap his hands over his head but he did cringe.

"Right." Sirius said loudly, hoping his voice would carry over the sound. "Not the enemy. I'm still shutting him up." Or was the phrase shutting him down? Though really, either could apply at the moment.

He pointed his wand at the robot. "Locomotor mortis." He had no idea how well that would work on something mechanical but the principle should be the same: make it impossible for the robot to move.

"It's...it's malfunctioning..." Mellie bites her lip and looks around at the three people around her, all of whom seem more equipped than she is, except perhaps the man with the hood, who seems to be reacting to that shrieking sound with a very understandable 'oh god why' reaction until that one guy magics silence on in.

"It's fighting itself..."

The child in her arms starts to scream and cry. Mellie holds her closer and strokes her hair. "It's okay, no one's going to hurt-"

And then Mellie stops existing behind the eyes.

Her expression goes blank. The child in her arms continues to wail. Mellie's jaw goes slack, lips numb but no awareness behind them to realize it. And then she looks up at the robot, stiffened now by Sirius' spell, and asks,

"Are you saying..."

With the spells of the two wizards, the high-pitched noise stopped - and so did the robot.

There was a frustrated noise that sounded very unrobotlike.

Then Mellie spoke up. The robot's response seemed to be even more annoyance.

There was a noise like gears shifting, a creaking noise, and a loud hiss as the back of the robot opened up, revealing...

*"Oh, now she talks! If you can speak Interlac, why didn't you speak up a few minutes ago before these cretins damaged my suit?"

...a little green man.

Not that he was actually all that little, but he seemed young, maybe in his late teens, just on the cusp of young adulthood.

He flew out of the back of the robot suit, looking harried and frazzled, his blond hair mussed, the cowlick to end all cowlicks sticking up in the back, as if acting as some kind of indicator of his current levels of annoyance. (At the moment, it was at full-mast). He was wearing a strange skintight suit in purple and black, and apparently had no sense of color coordination whatsoever, given that his boots and belt were a painfully bright yellow.

Landing on the cobblestones, he stomped towards the others, ranting and raving and waving his hands with an almost maniacal aggravation.

* "Unless you want this world to be overrun by otherdimensional parasites from fluidic space, you meddling imbeciles need to get out of my way. If they're not stopped, then in a matter of hours, all matter on this planet will be reduced to a fine molecular soup held together in a loosely conglomerated sphere by gravitational forces."

Sirius still had his wand pointed at the robot as it opened up and from it came...

A little green alien.

Sirius stared. The whole time the green man advanced on them he stared. And he kept staring as the man insulted them in both English and some alien language.

He lowered his wand. Stared for several seconds longer, and then he let out a laugh that sounded like a bark.

"Thank you." He said. "Thank you for making it official."

He turned around toward the others, lifted his arms into the air, and loudly proclaimed. "I am insane."

Edited 2013-07-04 06:14 (UTC)

Thankfully, the noise stopped, and Simon was able to get back up on his feet shortly after it ended.

The boy coming out of the suit was kind of a surprise - he'd not seen a robot quite like this one before, but someone coming out of one wasn't a surprise. And given the look of the green fellow, and the way he was speaking? Simon might not have the faintest clue what he's getting at, but he knows that exasperation, that tone, the gesticulation with the hands - he's seen it several times over. Leeron, Rossiu, Leite - they might not have gotten this mad, but close enough that he'll hedge his bets with Mellie.

Stepping nearer to the group, his stance is more neutral now, and he points toward Mellie by tilting his staff in her direction. When he speaks, his voice is deep, and his tone a bit weary. "I agree with the young lady about this guy not being hostile," he starts, then tilts the staff in Brainy's direction while smirking. "I can only catch about every other word, but I've seen enough decent smart guys get agitated to know what one looks like."

Sirus gets a quizzical look, though. "You're not the only one that just wandered into a big load of weirdness, guy - I wouldn't go claiming insanity just yet."

Remus shot Sirius a vaguely amused look. Only vaguely because he wasn't entirely certain he wasn't losing his marbles, too. "I don't know. I think I'd take the little green man over You-Know-Who." Because there was no way he was saying Voldemort's name when he had no clue what was going on.

Still, he put his hands up. "I think either this area or we are under the effect of a translation spell, but it's only beginning to take affect on your language. Though, somewhat expectedly, it seems to have locked onto the curse words first." Since those were the words that most people seemed to like to learn. Well, people who weren't Lily and Remus. "Nothing has been damaged...well, no more than it already has been. Your--suit is simply being held in a sort of stasis."

It only then occurred to him that the three other than himself and Sirius were likely Muggles. At this rate, he hoped the memory charms were going to work. Everything else seemed to be more of a challenge than normal.

Mellie's voice is distant and robotic, like an automated menu on a telephone line.

"Unless you want this world to be overrun by otherdimensional parasites from fluidic space, you meddling imbeciles need to get out of my way. If they're not stopped, then in a matter of hours, all matter on this planet will be reduced to a fine molecular soup held together in a loosely conglomerated sphere by gravitational forces."

She doesn't move. She doesn't blink. She doesn't respond to Sirius or Remus or the fact that Simon is speaking up.

Mellie's sudden distant and robotic expression actually seemed to cause the green young man concern. Part of that concern seemed to be "what fresh new crazy is this?" judging from his expression, but part of it also seemed to borne of genuine concern for her well-being.

How she was acting was not a normal reaction.

He immediately whipped out a small device that looked like something out of a sci-fi show, some kind of compact personal computer. Running it up and down Mellie's body in a quick scan, he looked completely perplexed at what he saw on the screen.

He opened his mouth to say something about it, but there was a sudden high-pitched noise that sounded like it was coming from the throats of a whole flock of...somethings. The green guy twirled around so quickly to look at it that he actually took to the air and then pointed above at what he seemed to want them all to see: flashing silver shapes darted in the air overhead like some demented school of aerial fish. They would get a better glimpse now of the parasites, nasty spectral things that looked like some horrid mix of every nasty long-bodied animal there was - a little bit eel here, a little bit lamprey there, some sea snake over there.

In the air over the town square, they swam around in a strange dance that made them seem as if they were multiplying.

Greenjeans looked back to the other humanoids and gestured towards the robot suit.

*"Whatever you’re doing to my suit, you need to cease doing it immediately. To stop them, I need it to be functional - the equipment inside it is delicate."

Edited 2013-07-06 05:48 (UTC)

And just as soon as he thought he could relax, Simon's on-guard again, staff raised as he faces toward Mellie with a grim expression. Between that, and the things flying around in the sky, frustration was mounting pretty quickly.

"...what the hell's going on here...?"

"No idea," Remus said grimly, watching the things overhead. "But I dare say it doesn't look good."

He twisted around, pointing his wand at the robot before casting the counter-charm to allow it to move again. "Nothing will be buggered up," he told the green man. "Though if you know any weaknesses these creatures have, that would be great."

The translation spell was taking better hold. Most of that sentence had been understandable.

One man wasn't acting shocked, or even surprised. In fact, he seemed rather laid back and stared up at the sky almost lazily. Accepting that you were mad did take the edge off things.

Well, he might as well go along with it. It was better than curling up in a ball and trying to ignore everything. That would just be boring.

Sirius pointed his wand in the air and said: "Immobulus." He didn't wait to see if the spell would work or not before walking over to Mellie. He snapped his fingers in front of her face.

"Hey, this is my hallucination. I'm the only one allowed to go catatonic." He didn't say it harshly. While it was largely in a matter of fact tone there was some concern there.

Mellie doesn't respond to any of the stimuli around her - not Sirius' fingers and talking, not the green man and his scanner, not the baby in her arms who's gone silent with fear at the strange silvery creatures. She neither blinks nor flinches, but restates the green man's words.

"Whatever you’re doing to my suit, you need to cease doing it immediately. To stop them, I need it to be functional - the equipment inside it is delicate."

And by then the translation spell has taken such hold that Mellie's talents are no longer necessary. She blinks and looks around, looks at the kid in her arms, at the green man in front of her and Hottie McLonghair right next to her (ooh, he smells a little wild) and, in a daze, asks "did I fall asleep?"

Because that's what she needs when aliens are invading: narcolepsy.

The spell Sirius did seemed to take hold and froze the nasty silver things in the air.

"Most of your brain function temporarily cease

. We'll

it later. Right now, we have a more pressing crisis

at hand."

The green guy started flying back over to his suit, but it was right then that the creatures suddenly vibrated, once, twice, blurring as they did it, as if something slithering out of the control of Sirius' spell at some fundamental level.

Then they darted down and started attacking the green guy's suit, causing pieces to fly off and electricity to crackle from it. It started emitting a high-pitched whining noise that did not sound good and was getting higher and higher.

"...That's not good."

The green guy turned to them.

"They can't stand subspace

vibrations or sonics. That's why I damaged some of the buildings, to guide their movements with the vibrations from the sonic emitters in my suit. Are any of you capable of making noise or causing vibrations we could use to herd them? I have an idea."

Edited 2013-07-11 01:12 (UTC)

Now the green guy was getting to be a bit more understandable, and the girl stopped scarily reminding him of some pretty bad memories. He starts to relax once more, shaking his head at Mellie's question. "No, you were...translating our friend here, somehow," he answers, motioning to him as he says so.

He sighs and shrugs at his question, though. "Barring screaming like a lunatic, I've got nothing to offer in that department."

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