"Well...that wasn't so hard..."

Azumi turned her knife over itself, holding it backhanded before jamming it back into the sheath on her chestplate. Since the portal fiasco, she had taken a new form of armor for this cybernetic world. The majority of the armor was black, with interspersed circuitry of blue on her arms, chest, her lower legs, and the sides of the obscure helmet that covered down to just above her mouth on the front half of her face. She still had her sheath on her chest and the pistol at her waist.

On a thought, the helmet disassembled itself. The sides split in half horizontally as the central visor simply pulled back, all of them folding into the back of her collar. The young woman had a lot of work to do here in Space Paranoids' Dataspace.

Kilo Two walked to the massive keyboard, proceeding to type into it. She needed all the information she could get on her threats. Heartless, others. But above all she looked for one more thing, the holographic monitor switching from page to page, moving some aside and clicking through others.

She needed to find a trainer.

The sensation of being disassembled... reformed... It was something that Batman did not enjoy.  Instead, he thought of the actions that led to those sensations.  He had returned to Radiant Garden, having decided to finally learn what he could about recent events around these worlds.  Having entered into Ansem's Study, he made his way to the opened lab, that lab holding a computer console.  He began to type, trying to seek out this information that he required.  However, an alarm blared, a light emerged from behind him.  Turning, a beam struck him in the chest...

He touches where the beam hit, straight at the symbol on his chest, and found a oval-shaped extrusion, which glows with white light, as well as his symbol being changed and tucked inside of the oval.  Looking at his hands, he finds that the simple cloth gloves that he once had were changed, becoming gauntlet-like, the fins upon them still as solid as before.  His boots had become more firm, metallic.  White stripes traced along both sides of his chest, going down towards his torso, creating seams.  His belt too, had changed, it also taking on a white color, and his symbol stamped on the center.

Although he couldn't see it, his cape and cowl likewise changed.  The cape had white lines that coorelated with the tips, and his cowl had received covers over both the eyes and the mouth.  He knew very little of the rules of World Order, but he easily guessed that this world its own laws that changed his form.  However, that had to be put to the side for the moment.

He needed more information.