Amanda, Legacy X, Neo, and Teranovae stand at the foot of the imposing fortress of stone and steel that Mayor of the Pitt, the provocatively-styled Gyarados Skullfucker, calls her residence and place of business. Machine guns in good condition dot the walls in the dozens, backed up by light cannon just like a castle of old; the place was as good as impenetrable as far as the everyday wasteland brigand was concerned, though even fortifications as mighty as these would not fare long against a kaiju-class horror or any of the Wonders now staring up at them.

The guards at the gate are peering at you. They already know who you are, and you have received invitations to go through and meet the lady of the Pitt at your convenience. The invitations had been dispatched shortly after the Wonders' arrivals as word of Teranovae's miraculous deeds reached her, but by that time they had already left to investigate rumors of an old clinic in the waste. She probably expected the would-be heroes to arrive empty-handed, but she would be very surprised.

Is it time to meet the Lady, or is there unfinished business to do in town first?

Teranovae ponders perhaps a change of cloths to be more presentable... but then thinks of the sophistry of such a thought in such a real-world reality of the harsh life here in the Pitt and dismisses the idea.  Whatever she is wearing will have no pertinent impact upon their meeting with Gyarados, and even if it would... would she really want it to?

With that... Teranovae will walk to the guards an example of divine womanly grace and beauty her poise and bearing Queenly. She nods in passing on her way to meet with pirate queen Gyarados Skullfucker, to report of the Nano-Clinic recovery effort and it's free access to the Citizens of 'The Pitt'.

Speaking to the Guardsmen, "Greetings, please take us to the Pirate Queen Gyarados. We are expected and have a report to make on a task she set before us..."
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Amanda had struggled a bit with the idea of the mission. She had grown up without want or fear of hardship, and since leaving that all behind she'd never once been hungry or injured in a meaningful way. The disconnect she felt at that scared her more than any sort of violence. Approaching the guards she ran through her basic options, the blurred black form most people thought of for splat girl. Her "real" human face, or a disguise. She opted for something she'd tried only infrequently. Her "real" human face only better. The result looked something like Amanda if she had the physique of an Olympic athlete and model. She went with a long jacketed skirt suit that showed off her legs which she left in their glossy black form down to sensible wedges. She added an empty gun holster and empty bandolier for grenades, not wanting to look out of place in the wastelands and for makeup gave herself a sharp stunning cat-eye and flawless dark red classic lip.

She smiled pleasantly at the guards as she tried to think of the best way to approach the social dynamic. She'd gone with demure but strong based on what she knew bout Gyarados Skullfucker's choice in partners she wasn't trying to seduce the woman, but being attractive to someone usually helped getting what you wanted out of them.

OOC: Focused Form: Attractive 1 Persuasion +10

Legacy, for his part, was in "character" so to speak, and he simply landed behind Terranovae and moved on foot. His father had warned him that floating towards a person was often instinctively seen by them as a threat, and advised against it unless one was ready to fight them. So he landed, and accepted a bit more dirt and muck on his outfit.

At least, what was left of it.

He looked like he had just been in an ancient dusty ruin, and only was cleaned by the winds. He didn't mind, though. It made him a bit more relatable, he hoped.
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Neo floats about on their levitation systems in full mechanical form, giving off the air of minimal focus while they follow along. Her shiny black staple material uncovered entirely. There's no real need for pretense if we're visiting Skullfucker's place as wonders.

Her senses discreetly scan the security and integrity of the fortress as they wait behind the more sociable people to enter