Due to lack of... conventional weapons, Jukka grabbed the nearest thing; that thing just so happened to be a TV. "I know what that sash of yours is, it's secretly a weapon..." Jukka was aware that Rhapsody had some sort of odd charm, but she didn't know how to express how it felt. Probably due to the aforementioned charm, Jukka didn't know why she had to fight her; if anything, she'd actually rather have a peaceful talk with her. But still, a fight is a fight...

Stella was walking on a path and then suddenly she found Jukka. She forgot she had a watch on her wrist. She took off the watch on her wrist and decided to carry the watch by holding it on her hand. Stella went up and sneak behind Jukka. She put her head up next to Jukka and screamed in her ear. "IM GONNA HIT YOU REAL HARD!!!!!!!!!!!!" Then she took the watch and smacked it on Jukka's face. Her reaction must have been unpleasant.

( IM CRYING, I GOT MILK)

Zinkur jumped out of the bushes as Stella strolled by. 

"GOTCHA, EARTH-CAT!", Zinkur yelled, smirking. "So, I'm mugging you! I need the earth monies! NOW HAND 'EM OVER!!"

Stella scoffed. "You don't even have a weapon!"

"WRONG!! BEHOLD, MY S.I.R. UNIT, BLOOMINGDALE!!", Zinkur announced. A small silver robot with orange eyes also walked out of the bushes.

"Your weapon has been generated, mistress!"

Zinkur smiled. "Excellent!" 

She reached into the robot's head and pulled out...

A gallon of milk.

Zinkur cursed in Irken. "I asked for a weapon, what in Miyuki's name is this??"

Stella burst out laughing. "Scarrryyy!"

Zinkur growled. "Forget it, you probably don't even have good stuff anyways!"

Avir was desperate. How else would he try to use a painting canvas as a weapon, when he had so many other fighting tools at his disposal? He stared blankly at the pure white canvas, then at Zinkur, trying to formulate a plan. An idea sprung up in his head.

"Begone to where you came from!" Avir yelled, bringing the hard edge of the canvas down onto Zinkur. He knew that this was ridiculous and that he couldn't fight with a painting surface for long, but it was alright for now

"Y'know...this isn't really fair..." The only thing Morgan had to defend herself was a banana. "Can't we just talk this out? I don't really want to hurt you, Mister!" To her, the man looked pale and sick, like he just caught a cold, and hitting someone who's in that state is simply a very big no-no for Morgan.

Morgan approached Klaus and after peeling open the fruit and splitting it in half, she offered one of the pieces to him. "Here! We can even share it!" After taking a bite of her own banana slice she looked at the man again. "And maybe it will help you to warm up and get better from your cold!" She had such a big optimism, not knowing that Klaus had anything but a cold

The golem didn't know what she had done to upset Daegan, but there was no doubt that she was upset at her. It was strange to see such an apathetic individual turn so livid, but that wasn't of the main issue right now; right now, calming her down, or stemming her anger, was the top priority. Olva didn't have any voice, so she couldn't talk her way out of the situation. Instead, she had to opt for a more extreme and visible approach to slow things down. She hastily looked around her for anything she could use, constantly side-stepping and dashing away from Daegan. Nothing of use presented itself until she saw the glow of a streetlamp about twenty feet away.

After taking a mad dash to the street lamp, she bent down and lifted at the base of the structure, pulling it up with a silent grunt. The bulb sputtered out right as the golem swung the streetlight at Daegan, stopping about a foot in front of her face. Both Olva and Daegan took a few deep breaths, both wary of each other.

Maybe now there could be a little bit of discussion; or, at least, and respite from fighting

Franz readied himself with a combat position as he faced the golem before him. Olva looked like an extremely formidable opponent; bruteish, heavy-set, and possibly able to continue fighting even should they lose a limb. Damn, if only he had his scimitar with him! It was permanently blessed with strong angel magic, and could have sliced through the golem clean. Then, he would have certainly been a threatening force to deal with. For now, he's going to have to get creative.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spots an old, rolled-up newspaper littered on the ground. Keeping his eyes trained on Olva, he swiftly maneuvers himself to the newspaper, quickly resuming a fighting stance once he's wielded it, never letting his guard down. As he did, he spoke a quick prayer in an indecipherable language, the newspaper glowing with a brilliant light. It's no scimitar, but a newspaper temporarily blessed with angel magic will have to do.

He narrows his eyes. "I don't know why you want to fight me," he speaks, "But you're going to regret picking one."

Juxtaposed to an actual angel, Ryder didn’t give much of a threatening silhouette. Still, the human man carried himself with all the confidence of a celebrity, straightening his jacket coolly. “You might be an angel,” he said, pulling a pair of shades out of his coat pocket and putting them on with a practiced flourish, “but my crew and I are gonna send you right back to heaven...right?...That’s how it works right?”

Sunglasses indoors is a stylistic choice not a practical one, he had to squint to the face of the man in front of him. 

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I got sunglasses generated, which was fun as an object Ryder canonly has with him usually. 

It was like every other day for Jack. Walk down the street hoping you don't get into trouble for existing. Then he stumbled upon Messenger. Granted Jack has never actually seen a live cat or cat-esque creature before, his reaction was nothing short of gold. The kid hopped into some kind of judo-karate poses as shaky green eyes tried to register what the hell that was. Animals in general were something of a miracle for Jack given all he's ever come in contact with were robots. Now..Is that a rat? No, those are extinct like almost every other kind of mammal out there that wasn't a human. Cat? Well...It kinda connected some dots for him but cats don't have wings, clothes, or are able to speak. All the poor thing did was ask for directions.

"Alright you fuzzy little horror, I dunno who sent you or what you even are, but I am NOT getting whatever frankenstein animal rabies you have today." He tried to hide his own horror beneath a thick layer of standoffish rudeness.

 The creature didn't move, but rather attempted to explain itself. Jack's mind obviously made some kind of noise akin to a FAX machine as the figurative gears ground for a hot minute on what the hell he was going to do at this point. "I could just...Walk away--" he thought to himself, but ultimately he scowled and pulled out...Is that a nail file? Oh Jack, you absolute moron. He held the file, black and sparkling in the sun and flicked Messenger's hat off onto the hot pavement. Making some kind of victorious smirk, the teen bolted off into a crowd as the poor creature turned around to pick up it's hat.

It had been just a slip in the corner of his peripheral vision. Maybe he had gotten to close to Valentina's wallet, but all Valentina could think of was pure panic as he grabbed the slender pool stick next to him in the casino and twirled it around to face the boy, practically knocking the blue-haired-blur off his feet. "G-get away!" he gulped, dry-mouthed.

As he noticed everyone was looking at him, he dropped the stick to the ground are looked around accusingly. "Wh-what the fuck are you looking at???"

Chi seems slightly frightened by Valentina. "I... I don't know what universe you're from, but I'm not afraid to fight you!" She looks around, spotting a washing machine. She then transforms into her Rotom form and flies into it, taking the form of a Wash Rotom. She shoots.... Soap bubbles and a bit of water at him. Oh, Chi, you're not even using an actual attack....