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[emilblonsky]

[He's just as confused as you.]

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[morphological]

[Why are you even here? He has a city full of people with ugly faces and dull personalities to destroy.

And maybe bowling afterwards.]

What are you looking at? Get lost!

*mun flails excitedly

[emilblonsky]

[Blonsky has no clue how he wound up here either, but he doesn't take well to being ordered around.]

You're one to talk. I'm not going anywhere until I gets some answers.

Pfft, you knew I couldn't leave him alone forever... ;)

[morphological]

[That earns a hearty laugh and a condescending leer for you, Blonsky. It's a two-for-one special!]

"I'm not going anywhere until I get some answers!' [And yes, he puffs out his chest and sticks out his jaw while saying it too. And then, to his brainwashed lackeys:] Better watch out, guys, we got ourselves a badass here. Hah!

[emilblonsky]

[Blonsky has half a mind to just flatten that pointy chin off the bat, but a little restraint is in order today since he doesn't really know what's going on here. At least, for now anyway.]

Cute. So why the hell did you bring me here?

[morphological]

[Well that's no fun. Not even a smart retort? Way to be a party pooper. Ivan just chuckles his dry, desiccated 6,000-year-old chuckle in response to the question.]

Me? Why would I bring you here? No, someone else did... that witch Dulcea! With Zordon about to push up daisies, she must have sent for a champion... too bad she didn't bother asking first, eh? Heh heh heh...

[emilblonsky]

[Champion? That clearly catches his attention, an eyebrow raising in curiosity as he crosses his arms.]

Too bad. So what is going on here? [Might as well, because if someone wants him to fight, well, he may just be so inclined as to humor them.]