"Dismantle me?" The mech stood up and swung the gun so that the barrels were screaming in the man's face. "Step back."

Edward yelled again, "Get away from Orwell!" Didn't matter if the man was flying or what the man was doing, he was not allowed to hurt Orwell.

Manic grins, tilting his head as he closes his eyes. "Boop." And the machine stops moving. "You're too close to me to bother me. Now, what's with the racket?" He turns and looks to Edward, noticing the small group of people. "Oh. Aloha kakahiaka, y'all. Ain't this thing neat?"

The old man napped in the dumpster--or at least he was trying to.

All of the yelling woke Edon from his slumber. He opened one eye, briefly looking from the alleyway.

Then he closed it.

"Hey there big guy," The gambler cut in, looking at Mano. He held up his deck of cards, "Wanna play some cards? If I win, you let my buddy's robo thing go."

Mano tilts his head the other way. "I dunno how to play cards, and I kinda don't want to. I could really use some parts to finish my device though, and this thing looks like it has stuff to spare."

"What in the?" Orwell paused. "I cannot move the gun."

"That's not a thing! That's Orwell!" Edward yelled, his voice getting panicky. "What're you doing to him?" He looked at the Obelisk, it was frozen in place, everything quiet, the gun motor was silent and the barrels weren't spinning. "Why can't he move?" He coughed and looked at Mano. "Get away!" He screamed.

"Master, master calm down." His cameras shifted to stare at the small boy and he could tell the boy was getting worse. "You need to breathe deeply and more slowly or your breathing problem will act up."

"Let. Him. Go." The small boy coughed after each word, then he stared to wheeze and collapsed onto his knees. He clutched his chest in pain and coughed. "I... need... don't... hurt him... please." His breathing became shallow and his eyelids fluttered. He hunched over, his coughing fit becoming more serious.

"Master please calm down, I am fine it is simply the gun that is frozen. Release me! I need to assist Master Edward!" A camera looked at Mano, and if it could glare it would.

"Orrrr you can let the poor machine go and find another thing to take parts out of?" He asked, "C'mon, the game is easy. Highest card wins; all about luck of the draw, which I'm sure you can achieve."

Nikolai Jr. glanced at the commotion from the side and exhaled, taking out one of his revolvers, "Looks like I'm gonna need to help them out, soon."

Mano drops to the ground, and goes over to Edward, looking him over. "Him? So the mech has a gender, huh? Well, far be it from me to not act PC when it comes to those I meet. As for him being hurt, my trick doesn't hurt. See, I can stop or keep things going. Really useful since I like tinkering and stuff, though if I forget to get them going or stop them, that can cause problems. Oh, I should probably go over to him and get those guns moving again. If he tried moving, he might rip them off completely. That'd be pretty neat to see though, some floating guns. But I really do need some parts. I need some wires, and I'm hoping to get some more iron and bronze so I can finish off the frame. Already got most of it done though." As he continues to talk, he heads back over to Orwell, the mech finding its guns rotating once more. He glances back at the Dealer. "Sorry, still not interested. Luck is for the naive."

"Okay, 's all fun and games until someone's getting hurt...Cut it mister..." Seeing Kid's reaction, Mercy frowned and crossed her arms. "If you need parts that desperately, you can talk to me about it..."

Leo followed Nikolai's gaze. He watched the little kerfuffle go down, which was kinda entertaining. Leo pulled out his own gun, though he knew his help wouldn't be needed. "I'm sure you can handle yourself, but I'm always here for backup."

Elyss quickly moved to Edward's side. She could feel the boy's heartbeat race, it was dangerous and just from looking outward it wasn't looking good. She knelt down brought her hands to bare. She checked for Edward's pulse and she looked around his face. He was fainting.

She didn't care for people seeing right now. She began to sing. Her voice began softly and sweet, completely different from before.

Child o' light, she began. Future as bright...

See the stars?
See them flicker and shine?
...

She continued to sing, her voice echoed the music of Machina Flectus, the song of death. But instead, it began to heal the boy. She continued her concerto, her voice filled the air with her sweet melody. She didn't care if anyone saw her hands right now, the boy was in danger. Her hands brought the boy onto her lap, brushing the hair off his eyes. She monitored his heartbeat and kept watch for other signs.

He scoffed, looking then to Edward. He narrowed his eyes and went to lift the kid up before the cloaked girl stopped her--then he noticed her hands. He chuckled, "Hey, cool! That means we got two Fraysans!"

Nikolai Jr blinked, head perking up at the statement. How the hell did some gambler know?

Manic just leans back, seeming to sit on the air. He places his chin in his hand. "What a neat little group this is."

The gambler, deciding the situation had been fixed, walked over to the dumpster where the man had been sleeping. He shook it furiously, "Hey, old guy," He called, "Sleeping in dumpsters isn't very healthy you know."

The old drunkard blinked both eyes open. Staring at the sky, an aged, raspy voice replied: "I could kill you with my bare hands right now... and feel nothing."