Ephantus decided not to point out that he had done everything that Bartholomew had listed at one point or another...within the past year. But mentioning that would be counterproductive.<br/><br/>He was mildly....annoyed? Yes, annoyed, that his most promising servitor had not panned out. Ah well.<br/><br/>"Pardon me a moment..." he rumbled no one on particular...then his warform dissolved into a cloud on nanomachines that drifted in the air for a moment...then swarmed out and latched onto a random person who had been gaping at the assmebled group from afar. Like a great many people were doing. Because seriously, what the hell is up iwht this sudden gathering superpowered freaks?<br/><br/>Ephantus walked back up in his new body and coughed, stretching the man's limbs experimentally. "Cozy." he mused.<br/><br/>At this point, he wanted to stick around just to see how this group of....people performed. At least one had been the result of the now defuct Project Midnight. A project that Ephantus had lent much of his own insight into biological manipulation and aetheric transference. When Midnight had fallen through, the machine consciousness had experienced a good bit of disappointment. He'd never get to see how all of those fascinating experiments turned out.<br/><br/>Until now, it seemed.<br/><br/>"I hope you don't mind, but I believe I will be tagging along for the time being."