<span style="font-style: italic">So I get to play with the machine. Brilliant.</span>Doce couldn't keep the smirk off her face. It was time for her to do what she did best: think. She ran over a couple of ideas in her head centering around the idea of off switches and brute force, when a fascinating idea came to her and she laughed. "Without fail, everything lines up perfectly!" And she reached over and pulled the switch.<br/><br/>Lights started pulsing from the machine and the sound of whirring slots echoed. The four panels spun with blinding speed for several seconds before settling. They read Beta 6, Jess Carter, and Character, with an image of a young boy with straight white hair reaching to his chin, and electric blue eyes. It was the luck of the Prince of Jokers that summoned him here and spawned him right before them in a flash of brilliance. Doce grinned.<br/><br/>The boy paused. His expression was blank. It would take a magnifying glass to see the microscopic lines of data running past his irises.<span style="color: #80FFFF">"I have never been here before,"</span>the boy finally said.<br/><br/>"No you haven't," Doce replied quickly. "And you can't get home from here unless you reverse the effects of this machine."<br/><br/>Beta blinked and looked at the machine, seeing his name and image displayed on the panels, processing the data he'd been given.<span style="color: #80FFFF">"I understand,"</span>he said, stepping toward the machine. Small wires started protruding from his fingertips and attaching to the thing. His eyes pulsed with electric blue luminescence.<span style="color: #80FFFF">"I will require approximately twelve point six seconds."</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #40FF00">"Who is this?"</span></span>Frahlah asked.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #40FF00">"We have never met before, yet I feel familiar with him."</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">You don't need to know,</span>She replied. They didn't need to know how close they were to their creator. Things like that were better left a mystery. Doce let out her red and blue cards in a defensive position. "You heard him," she said.