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5 mos ago
WAIT HARAMBE DIED ON MY BIRTHDAY?!
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5 mos ago
I have now been alive for 20 years. How in the fuck.
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6 mos ago
would've loved to explore the concept of a Marshmallow Marshlands.
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6 mos ago
The only time I've shown interest in a Nation RP was something based off Candyland of all things, but it was dead in the water before all of us were able to submit CSes. A shame too,
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8 mos ago
Hi yes, we talking normal skittles? Hershey's chocolate?

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Symphony on High - Finn/Timekeeper (Co-GM)


...Yes that's it. Literally in nothing else atm, sue me.

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Level: 4
Experience: 33/30 (Level Up!!)
Currently In: Twilight Town >> Nyakuza Metro
Word Count: Over 3,000 (+4 Exp)
Small-ish collab with Jesse in the second half @Zoey Boey



Once Omori was done with his turn; eloquently pulling his lower eyelid down and sticking his tongue out back at Junior in response, he quietly sat out the rest of the introductions. The skepticism and concerns (and ire, in the Bowsers' case) for someone so innocuous looking being involved in this fight aside, one of the last two to introduce themselves mentioned something interesting. The blonde in pink, Bede, called himself a pokemon trainer. One who specializes in "fairy" types, despite having "psychic" types at the moment. So those thing Junior had were called pokemon? It'd explain the quick fanboying Bede did once the little runt brought them out. Besides that, he was even more ordinary than the monochrome boy himself, if not as prideful as Karin flamboyant. Omori couldn't help feeling a bit of empathy for the trainer.

Then, it seemed one of Bede's pokemon finally found him. A baby unicorn, with a fluffy purple and blue mane and tail. It reminded Omori of cotton candy. Ponyta, huh? Looked like something out of Headspace. Curious, Omori walked over to carefully pet the pokemon. He didn't want to spook it after all. Now that introductions were settled, the next thing they had to do was set up a picnic for lunch.

Well that made Omori perk up a bit! Mari's picnics were always the best. Though, he was broke at the moment. So he had to ask Peach for some coins. Not only to help with the picnic, but to also get himself some long-overdue equipment for the road ahead. He already had more than enough weapons, and the tulip hairstick has done him well so far, so his main concern was set on health items. Whether that'd be snacks for later or health potions, Omori would run out of inventory space eventually. So he made another stop to buy himself a big enough pack to store the extra stuff in.

With whatever money he had left, he also made one last stop to get some extra layers to his outfit, a black raincoat with cat ears, and some matching rain boots. It might not have been much, but at least it was practical. Once everyone was all set, Omori quietly ate as he took in whatever info he could from the ongoing conversations. So they'll be splitting up again? All signs pointed to Dystopiascape as one of the next places to investigate.

But then they also agreed on going to the Under. Somewhere Omori was, to an extent, familiar with. Yet he had never went too far deep into the chasm. Now was his chance to see what hid in the depths! Though he had some reservations, he ultimately decided to stick with his choice. And admittedly? It sucked that he had to part ways with Pit for now. "Just be careful, okay?" Was what he said to the angel.

...Black Line, Purple Line. How ironic, though only to himself.

He was still curious about something. And it turns out, Roxas and Geralt were too! Omori looked over to Bede and his pokemon, speaking up with his own questions in between the other two's. More specifically, he wanted to know more about the type Bede specialized in, and anything about other types.

Maybe because he wanted to get one himself.

Their eventual conversation would be interrupted when Junior and Midna brought in a small arsenal of weapons and vehicles. Omori hadn't exactly learned how to drive yet, so he focused more on rummaging through the weapons. He eventually settled on a pair of knives and a spare pistol, along with whatever ammo for it he could get. He organized his inventory accordingly; his smaller weapons could stay in his pockets for now, while the larger ones were carefully stuffed into his pack, then nodded to the two in thanks.

And then, it was off to the Metro.
Perhaps it was fate that he bought a cat-eared coat. This place was nuts! Omori followed behind Nadia, head darting around with an excited gleam in his eye as the group made their way through the Nyakuza Metro. Everywhere he looked, cats, cats, CATS! He wished they had time to explore besides a passing glance, nearly bumping into the feral when she spotted a jewlery store. He was lagging behind a bit too, but soon, for another reason.

Omori had spotted a familiar blob of darkness, laying next to a red-striped kitten. His eyes widened slightly.

"Mewo?"

The former's ears perked up at her name being called. Mewo sat up and looked around, her eyes settling on the familiar face of a fellow Whitespace resident. "Meow?" The black cat stretched as she stood up, accidentally catching the attention of the Litten next to her, and walked over to Omori. The boy took a couple of steps to her and reached a hand out to pet Mewo. His mouth quirked up into a smile. "Sorry for the wait." He apologized, nodding to the other cat in thanks for looking after Mewo before picking her up and hurring back to the others.

The litten watched the two head off with half-lidded eyes. Curious. Maybe it could follow them?

...Nah.

Besides, it'd be best not to get involved in what was to come.

Apparently the teams had to get train passes first. And to do that, they had to collect small green capsules with gems in them called pons. Seems easy enough.

Aaand then someone ordered a hit on them. And the other one, looked eerily similar to Consul S...

As the ground shook, Omori slowly turned his head in dread to see a tide of black barreling down towards them. He didn't need to be told to run. Arms protectively wrapped around Mewo, he sprinted off to follow the rest of "Purple Team". The way the Metro Cats flooded the area was sort of like a game of The Floor is Lava, so that was what he'd treat it as, leaning more on the evasive as he prioritized escape over fighting.

The generic goons that broke off from the tide to try and attack him were easy to handle. For the ones Omori wasn't able to juke, the boy quickly drew out his combat knife to stab them in non-lethal areas, then kick them away from him and Mewo, forcing them back. Though, as the intervention of the Metro's elites slowly made itself known it was only a matter of time before Omori would be forced to fight for real.

If only he had a way to bypass all the cats blocking the gate, like Nadia. Welp, no beating around the bush now.

"Follow them. Head to the train, I'll meet you there!" Omori quickly told Mewo before setting her down, allowing her to sprint through to the entrance to the Purple Station. The black cat spared one more look at her owner before searching for another way in.

Omori eyed the two cat-eared guards and their large sum of Metro lackeys as he approached the entrance, keeping out of sight. He did suffer a few minor scraps so far, but if that combination of a drill and a saw the darker haired one was holding any indicator?

This was gonna suck.

Meanwhile...Jesse Faden had been pretty busy. When the cats came, she put things together pretty quick. Traversal was easy for her, and she was able to keep above the crowds and out of harms way. She Levitated through the air, using bursts of evasive speed to avoid getting predicted. A couple groups of bold metro cats attempted to descend on her from above. One almost landed on her but she dismissed it with a forceful shove of her mind, and the others she just moved out of the way of, leaving them to a hard impact.

As she got closer and closer to the Purple Line gate, hopping off high places and pushing herself through the air, she realised it still wasn't open. Not only that, it was being guarded. Two powerful looking feline foes. Broca and Haze guarded the way. Broca was a strong looking fellow equipped with a sword, while Haze seemed to be some kind of caster with a magic book. Unfortunately for everyone involved, Jesse needed that door open if the Seekers were to maxmize the chances of escape.

From Omori's right, Jesse descended from above. She didn't seem to notice him. Her pistol changed into the shape of a spinning barrel and she unloaded a fussilade of gun fire the chewed at the floor and sent the Metro Cats scrambling for cover. For the two cats that didn't retreat, she regarded them coolly.

"Get out of my way- I can't afford to hold back." Jesse said simply.

"Let's get this over with," Broca said, levelling his technologically advanced sword.

"You think you're all that, huh?" Haze rebuked, her book flying open by itself and magic lighting up her eyes.

Jesse frowned and prepared to fight, switching her gun back to its basic but versatile Grip mode. She fired upon Broca, but he proved tough, blocking her shots with his sword as he advanced. Meanwhile, bolts of red light flung Jesse's way at regular intervals, causing the Director to sprint to the side to avoid them. Broca would have closed the gap, but she turned her gun on Haze, and he was forced to interpose himself between Haze and Jesse lest he leave his caster unprotected.

"This won't hurt for long." He promised Jesse. Briefly raising her eyebrows, she ripped a heavy glowing light attached on a nearby wall and flung it at him. He blocked it but was knocked aside as a result. Before she could fire at him, Haze sent more bolts her way, causing Jesse to duck and move to the side. It seemed like the Director was leaning at impossibly steep angles as she strafed and changed her movement patterns, but she was just keeping herself up with Levitation.

Omori had taken a moment to observe the fight, swapping out his combat knife for his gunblade, Revolver. It was some luck Jesse cleared out the Metro cats, but like heck he was going to let her fight alone. Seeing Broca get knocked aside, the boy rushed out of his hiding spot to ambush him. Only for Haze to see him approaching.

"Broca, don't let your guard down!"

Hearing the witch's warning, Broca turn his head around to see the hooded boy. "Tch." Gritting his teeth, he swung his industrial weapon at Omori's direction, and the saw blade clashed against the other's in a burst of sparks. Looks like Haze was stuck dealing with the red-haired broad alone.

Jesse saw Omori's help out of the corner of her eye. Before she could help, a bolt struck her in the chest, knocking Jesse over. She floated back to her feet and returned fire. Haze was in a predicament. "Black Mist!" From her book there was an explosion of, aptly, black mist. Like a dark smoke grenade, Jesse lost visual on Haze as more bolts came out of the mist, faster and more powerful than before. Jesse took to the air and began evading, once again switching her Service Weapon to Spin. She coated the mist cloud with machine gun fire, and she heard a shot connect and the bolts stopped. Hard to place foot steps led Jesse to believe Haze was looking for cover.

The Metro Cats must have thought Omori looked vulnerable going up against Broca on the ground, and they gathered to jump him. Jesse fired overhead, blasting up the concrete infront of the cats to scare them off. "One more time and I'm aiming for you!" She threatened the cats as she Levitated towards Broca and Omori. She switched to Grip and started to line up a shot on Broca, as well.

At that point did the two truly start trading blows with each other. Deeper cuts than what the Metro cats could even try to do could be seen bleeding into Omori's hoodie, mainly cutting across his chest, arms, and Broca even managed to graze him in the face. Not like the buzzsaw wielding Feline was getting through unscathed either. With the boy quickly learning what the gun part of Revolver could do, Omori kept an eye on any openings to trigger a shockwave round through the blade. Though it was rather difficult with how bulky his opponent's weapon was.

"You aren't half bad."

"Wish I could say the same for you." The boy responded in a mocking tone, bounding back a small distance to send what looked like four red hands out to circle Broca, before striking into him, just as painful as knives. With a pained grunt, the two exchanged glares. "Drop dead already." Broca's weapon sparked to life with electricity, while in anticipation of his next move, Omori casted Sad Poem on himself to regain his defense, the silhouette of a blue book appearing closer in front of the monochrome youth.

Jesse dashed forward in the air and fired bullets into Broca's back before he could begin his offense. They sunk into him, dealing big damage, but he could still fight. He whirled and slashed his drill at Jesse, and even though she was well above the electric arc extended outward and caught her by surprise. Struck by lightning she dropped to the ground, but Evaded to the side, her Health protecting her from serious damage. Strafing, she fired more pistol shots in his direction to keep his attention. She noticed that she was slower for a second, the lightning constricting the muscles in her limbs.

She had to act fast to keep Haze off her. Diverting her fire from Broca, she used her off hand to fling a dumpster at Haze, causing her to retreat back into cover around a building. "Acid!" She called out, and Uncle Sven appeared to toss a vial of acid where Haze was hiding, forcing her back even further as her feet were burned and the pool of deadly liquid threatened her approach. Frustrated, took a flanking route and prepared her ultimate, though risky move, Crimson Eyes.

Looks like the heat was off Omori, but for how long?

As Jesse was flung down to the ground, the boy searched his pockets for his flintlock. From what he knew, it should still be loaded since they took down LeFwee. If he could just get close enough, he could hopefully deal enough damage to friend heart the Feline.

Though of course, he wouldn't have time to.

Omori narrowly dodged a couple of bolts Haze had begun firing at him instead. Right. He forgot she existed. With Broca having turned his sights on Jesse, Omori pulled out his other pistol and opened fire on the witch, running to find cover. The two were locked in a shootout.

As Omori and Haze engaged, Jesse felt confident enough to give Broca her undivided attention. No doubt he aimed to close the gap now that she was on the ground. He slashed more electricity at her, but she raised a Shield of concrete and force. There was a flash of sparks, and Jesse dashed forward, slamming into Broca with the Shield. The Shield released, and the concrete shards went flying outward with a burst of force, crushing through his defense. The Service Weapon shifted into Shatter, and she unleashed a point blank shotgun blast at his center of mass. In her minds eye she saw blue shards fly off him and into herself, restoring her protective shield.

As he slid backward, reeling and bleeding, Jesse realised the cat minions were upon her once more. "Little bastards!" Jesse swore as one of them went to stick a knife right into her kidney. She leapt above them all, though one clung panicking onto her leg and stabbed her thigh. With a swiping motion downward, she flattened all of them into the ground with enough force to knock the wind out of them, taking them out of the fight.

Still, she was fast, and she wasn't going to let them distract her for long. Before Broca could recover from her combo, she was already firing upon him again. Though at this range, Shatter was less effective. Instead, as he prepared to slash up at her, she ripped a bench from the floor and crushed it into him. His composure dropped as, his defences broken, he was crumpled and sent spinning across the floor. "Gotcha! I mean, sorry." Jesse said to his somewhat-moving body.

At this point, Haze had had enough. Flipping to the appropriate page in her book, she sacrificed her own vitality to even the firepower score. Her eyes glew crimson and the size of her bolts must have tripled. Now she was a one woman artillery squad. She fired at the ground below Jesse to make the explosion difficult to dodge, and Jesse was knocked from the air. Landing, she barely Evaded the next one that blew a chunk out of the wall of a far building. She alternated her line of sight to look back at Omori and launched bolts at him as well.

Omori quickly ducked behind cover and reloaded his gun. That lady was going to wreck the place before ANY of them went anywhere. He had to stop this soon, somehow! The boy calmed himself down, then fired again, aiming for a shot in the gut.

She turned to fire a bolt at him, but her aim went wide as the bullet struck true. Instead it crashed up into a distant bridge in the air. Having sacrificed her vitality, she doubled over from the shot, clutching her belly and wheezing. She wasn't going anywhere for a while, just like her partner. If the two of them didn't get medical treatment soon, they might not make it, but they had a chance, and as far as Jesse was concerned that was fair.

"Nice shot, kid!" Jesse called out, having been lining one up herself. Out of Energy, she just dead-sprinted over to the booth. Busting the lock on the door she went inside and used it to open the Purple Line gate.

"All right! It's open." Stepping out, she used Spin to surpress any more forward thinking Metro Cats with ideas above their station, as it were. Sectonia was among those who flew through the newly opened exit, and anyone else who wanted an easy opening through to the Purple Line would now have it. Jesse was planning on being the last one through. If everyone made it through Purple Line, Jesse would have Sven toss a Healing Waters potion Broca's way right before retreating and closing the gate behind her. Why not, right? Maybe that'd help our reputation around here.

The monochrome boy, decently wounded, stumbled back onto his feet and hurried towards the opened gate. Though he was hesitant in leaving Broca and Haze behind. Circumstances or not, could he help them? As he took a glance behind him, he saw the metro cats were already trying to reflood the street.

...

Hopefully some of them will help the two get healed back into shape.

Omori nodded to Jesse, then walked the rest of the way to the Purple Line. Hopefully Mewo made it through.


"WONDERLAND, I'VE COME TO BARGAIN!"
"Man you guys are slow lmao"
- Finn and Oliver


Ah, so most of these are useless. It was kind of dissapointing. Finn rose a brow at Nefer flirting with Iron Mouse, but his attention was mainly on the runestone their gracious host showed. He was curious about the limits and strength of the artifact; Could it absorb something as strong as a Killing Blow? Does the spell weaken on reuse? How long can it hold a spell before it dispates? "Broken, huh? Mind if I take a look?" Finn asked Nefer. He probably didn't have the proper tools to repair something like this, but that didn't mean he can't improvise.

He wouldn't have much time to anyways. They made it to their destination. And their destination?

"What the hell...?"

Was nothing short of chaos. The two boys had to take a moment to take in the surrounding battlefield, allies familiar and otherwise scrambling against Wonderland's encroaching army. Despite the grim situation, Finn remained calm. He had to be, a clear mind can be paramount. Lily's report didn't go unheard.

"So what's the plan here, boss man?" Oliver snapped him out of his thoughts, the ghost himself reloading his rifle in preparation.

"Grimm, Bathory, go assist in evacuations! Think you can deploy enough clones and shit, Grimm?" Finn looked back to Oliver, who grinned in response.

"You underestimate me, old friend??" At that, the ghost called in a large amount of duplicates and spirits; armored or otherwise, but all large enough to pass off as humanoid. They all hurried off to speed things along.

Next, Finn turned to Nefer and Akhenaten. "My thanks for helping us here, but if you wish to depart, I won't stop you. Otherwise, your continued assistance will be much appreciated, whatever you wish to do!" Then finally, he looked towards Iron Mouse, and drew his blade out of it's cane. "That leaves us to hunt down the ringleader. I don't feel too good about dragging you with me while you're still new, but now's a good time to see what you're made of!" Finn grinned, and began making his way towards the battle at hand.

Though as he began using his beast magic to strengthen himself, he couldn't help wondering. Were there any animals around that could assist them? Extending his magic outwards, Finn ended up summoning....a bull! And around 20 chickens, but he couldn't spare the time to count them. "I can work with this." With that, he spent a bit more energy into strengthening the small army in turn. And a bit extra for the bull.

Cause, y'know, big tanky fella.

With the small army all set, Finn approached the frontline trio in time to see the four summoned monsters. He recognized them instantly. His head snapped towards the lion-like beast. "And here I thought you were a coward! Sick 'em!!" Gritting his teeth, the boy commanded the animals to attack it, a wave of chickens crashing into the lion soon as it pounced. The bull on the other hand, took to clearing out as much soldiers as it could first.

"The Tin Man's going to be a pain in the ass to get rid of, but we can leave him to someone else for now." Finn informed Iron Mouse through their coms as he began fighting his way through. "Keep an eye out for anything that doesn't look like a card!"

Level: 3
Experience: 29/30
Currently In: Twilight Town
Word Count: 1,780 approximately (+3 Exp)


For the rest of the trip to Twilight town, Omori spent most of it getting to know Pit better. The angel had filled him in on what he missed while he stepped away. What Junior apparently said he did earn a risen brow from the black and white youth, and he went on to clear up the misunderstandings; Essentially giving his testimony about what happened. As much as he didn't want to bear any ill will towards the young prince, it was starting to look like he was desperate to absolve himself of all the blame. Omori would have to confront him about that later.

He noticed Geralt passing by, and once he gave the two a nod, the boy nodded back in response as if he understood the intent.

Soon enough, they finally made it to dry land. Once the Tinkerslug pulled up enough to port, Omori gathered his things and climbed off...rather quickly. Sure, he wasn't anxious about being at sea as he initially was, but he was still afraid of drowning. He was lucky the others didn't make him walk the plank into a watery grave or something. The boy didn't know anyone from the other team, and unfortunately didn't see any familiar faces either, so he stuck by (or rather behind) Pit for the most part.

Omori visibly flinched as the screams of the damned signaled for everyone to turn their attention towards Peach. The princess apologized, then soon proposed a way for everyone to introduce themselves.

...Oh great. He'll have to figure out a way to say hello in more than two words. Maybe he'll wait till most of the rest went.

Of course, their leader went first. The mention of a Mushroom Kingdom had Omori curious. What kind of subject did she have? Were they like, giant mushrooms with legs? Or were they more human looking like her? Maybe something inbetween? Did they have mushroom pets? A mushroom cat would be cute. And she was into sports too! Mari used to play softball, maybe he could introduce her to Peach when they find and free her?

Big Band took his turn after her, a detective turned fighter against something called the Skullgirl. His demeanor and choice of music gave Omori "Noir Detective" vibes. He guessed that the instruments deployed acted as his weapons. Nothing out of the ordinary in his eyes.

Then there was...hey, this guy looked like those merchants from the Trade Guild. Except, a mechanic, and not a merchant. And he built the girl, Poppi, who introduced herself after? Omori was already impressed! Maybe he could learn a thing or too from Tora.

He had already met Nadia long before his team left Alcamoth, so the boy wasn't as phased by her flashy entry. Or her puns.

Then there was another kid who spoke up with a barrage of questions. At least he wasn't the only one who was curious about Ms.Fortunes abilities, but not that much. When Raz realized he drew everyone's attention to him, the psychic decided to introduce himself next. A government agent, acrobat, and for some reason water is deadly to him. Omori tilted his head. Maybe he just couldn't swim? He understood where Raz was coming from either way, water can be dangerous. The monochrome boy overheard Junior's comment, and idly shook his head. He knew better than to underestimate someone that can take a peak into his brain.

...For some reason, he didn't feel too comfortable with that idea-

Aaand of course Junior made another jab at him. As much as Omori would glance away out of shame, at this rate he was getting sick of that puntable-looking brat. The others knew he made a mistake! HE knew he made a mistake! Must he keep being so persistent in making him out to be some...thing?!

...You know what? No. He wasn't going to take this any longer.

"At least I didn't keep trying to make a girl's ears bleed with my pet circus seal and crack her spine. If you seriously have some problem with me, whine about it later." The boy deadpanned back out of spite. If Junior wanted to argue with him so badly, then by all means, he'll be ready this time! For now, they had to get through this long-winded meet and greet before souring the mood again. The royal pain-in-the-butt seemed to agree, with how quickly he changed the subject back on the next person to speak. Wuss.

Red was a tried and true superhero, part of a large team that defended their home from space-bad guys. He even apologized for keeping his identity a secret to them. Omori shrugged in response. They all had their secrets.

He only hoped Sunny would stay alive long enough for Omori and him to reunite. He didn't quite understand their situation yet. But if he really was feeling what his original self was, then that was a good sign, all things considered. The boy would have to worry about how the others will react and all when the time comes.

Then there was Roxas. Who was a former member of some organization apparently everyone else had run into before. Omori didn't, so the only response the other boy got was a confused head tilt. Roxas continued on to explain that Organization XIII was his enemy now, and that he needed to figure out their intentions and possibly stop them.

He was...looking for his friends too. Omori's blank expression softened a little. Hopefully he could be there, stronger even, to help him fight the Organization, if it came down to that.

Another duo took their turn. A dancer who could wield a dagger, and a thief. Their introductions were short, sweet, and to the point.

Ace Cadet was a monster hunter with an aversion to magic. That made Omori wonder, could his skills be considered some form of magic? Something like Sad Poem, sure, but he saw himself as more of a melee fighter than a mage.

Another princess spoke up after Ace, Midna. Omori silently noted a "Mirror of twilight" and the Twilight Realm itself as stuff to look out for. As long as no one made physical contact with either, they should be fine, right? She made a little show out of her powers, then called the Koopa Troop up to talk next.

Ah, more royalty. At least Bowser seemed cool in comparison to his kid, and even took pride in being a classic bad guy. Junior was basically in the same boat as Tora, except he built his clown car instead of an AI. And apparently, he could make portals. Omori could help sighing in relief when the prince said he was going to make one back to Alcamoth. He did NOT want to go back near the water a second time. Pets aside, he already met Kamek first, the magic specialist of the group. The device she showed off, plus the mention of Peach being able to undo spirit fusion was definitely something to keep in mind. And lastly, Rika, the walking blitzkrieg.

After them was...Oh. More royalty. A queen bee in the most literal sense. Sectonia, Bowser, Midna, and Peach. All different shades of what a ruler should be. They should form a club. Sectonia herself seemed to be the most...authentic? Of them, for the lack of a better term?

Then there was their main healer, Blazermate, and another, more business-oriented robot. With a drill. Most of Susie's business jargon went over Omori's head, but he did get the gist of it. Well...he thought he did.

Then Miss High-and-Mighty stepped up to boast and act like she was leader. Closest thing to royalty he guessed. Personally, Omori preferred Peach, but he wasn't stupid enough to snark at someone who could break his bones.

Maybe when he gets strong enough, he could take Karin on in a 1v1 fight. Maybe not martial arts like she may have hoped, but...hm... Guess he could approach Sakura about it later, with her being Karin's rival. Atleast she seemed more humbler than the blonde.

And Geralt? He was pretty cool too.

There was a ghost of a smile when Pit stepped up after Geralt. The goddess he mentioned, Palutena, Omori would have to keep an eye out for her too, for the angel's sake. He'd probably get along with Kel and Hero the most with that infectious optimism. But it felt better to have a new friend here as well.

He finally spoke up again soon as it was his turn to introduce himself. The black and white, pajama-clad boy quietly set his stuff aside and climb up onto the bench. He looked around Pit's age. "My name is Omori. Admittedly, I'm not as strong or...spectacular as everyone else here. I've only been with my team for a short amount of time, and already some of them are probably considering kicking me out. Long story." He dryly chuckled, crossing his arms. "I'm just someone trying to find his friends too, and his sister. One of them already went missing some point before all of us got separated. It's hard to explain what I can do, but I'll try my best. Back where I'm from, emotions play a key role in how we fight."

Omori pulled out his journal and flipped to a page where he had sketched out a chart, one of the things he worked on while everyone talked with Annetta. It took him a bit to recreate the one Hero gave him, but he made it work. He held it up for everyone to see.



"As you can see here. Happiness, sadness, and anger all have their own strengths and weaknesses, so you gotta keep in mind which ones to best utilize against what. And to not let said emotions get to your head too much. Price of power and all, speaking from experience." He explained. "You can also take advantage your enemy's emotions with the right attacks. Though, I'm not sure how much of Headspace made it into this place for that to work right. Might just be exclusive to me now." Omori shrugged, pocketing his book for now. "I'm also experienced with melee weapons, specifically smaller blades like knives, if you couldn't tell by my...growing collection, over here..." The black and white boy's eyes trailed over to his other weapons, then snapped back to the others.

"I know I don't look like much, but I can assure you. I don't go down easily. Not without a fight." For a moment, it looked like the corner of Omori's mouth quirked up. "I also like grape soda."

And with that, he sat back down.
Thankfully it was a quick trip back to the clinic. Mericifully everything was still in place and it hadn't burned to the ground in Isaiah's abscence. According to his co-owner, a stern woman named Myra, everything had been running smoothly. Or as smoothly as it could with the news of the ceremony being cancelled. He was immediately hounded with questions from the younger nurses and residents, but a severe look had sent them scurrying back to work.

The tournament season meant that said younger employees, a good number of them, would be leaving to join the campers outside of Iris' gym. That left him, unfortunately, short-staffed and injuries didn't stop just because he didn't have the employees. In fact they usually jumped in number as the universe spited him.

He at least knew of one person who would be more than willing to help, as much as he detested asking for it. Once he hit a break he pulled out his phone to shoot the ice type leader a text, Bit short-staffed with the tournament. Mind coming around and lending a hand?

After about a minute or two, Bianca responded:

On my way!

It'd take a moment longer for her to make her way over to Motostoke, giving Isaiah some time to finish up with whatever he was working on.

The quick response was appreciated. He sent her a thumbs up before tucking his phone away again to finish with an unruly Ninetales that'd gotten its foot broken. The glare that it had given him made him feel like he'd have bad luck for the next seven years.

Soon enough, Bianca appeared at the front door, stepping inside. "Hey!" Once she spotted Isaiah, she greeted him with a warm smile.

He glanced up from the chart he was notating on the counter, "Hey, how're you doing?" He signed off the chart and passed it to the nurse on the other side, "Any word on Ryker?"

She solemly shook her head, walking over next to him. "U-Unfortunately, no. I really hope he's a-alright." She answered. "Guessing you h-had no luck either?" Bianca tilted her head as she asked in return.

"Unfortunately not, but I'm keeping an ear out." There was only so much they could do though without getting on the chairman's radar. Anything more than listening and he had a feeling it would get back to the man somehow. "Anyway, I appreciate the help. Nearly got my fingers burned off earlier and I've got a Stantler in for PT after some idiot rode him too hard."

He leaned across the desk to pick up a number of papers, to hand over to Bianca. "These are the folks that need just a bit of work, swelling reduced, TLC, that sorta thing."

She scanned over the papers, shuffling through them before nodding back to Isaiah. "Alright then!" As Bianca stepped away to start working, she called both Nyx and Fionn out of their pokeballs. The two were the usual ones to join her in her visits. Though sometimes Mister liked to sneak out of his pokeball to play with the other pokemon and cheer them up.

...Like right now.

By some mix of willpower and brute force, the Mr. Rime successfully managed to free himself from the confinements, comically popping out in an unintentional cartwheel. After shaking the dizziness off, Mister glanced around before pushing himself off the ground, and dusting himself off.

"Feel free to come find me when you're done," he called out after her, pausing a moment in his step as he watched Mister tumble free from his ball. He had gotten used to the Mr.Rime's antics and knew he would only cause a small amount of trouble. Still, he fixed the ice type with a stern look, "Behave please," before he contiuned on his way to PT.

Mister simply blinked back in response for a moment. Before giving him a soldier's salute with his cane-toting hand, and marching off. You could see the corners of his mouth (mustache??) quirk up into a smile as he left.

He paused for a moment, considering his own team that he had with him. It didn't take long to decide as he reached down to free Lurch from his own confines. The graying Pangoro blinked sullenly at him before he patted Isaiah on the shoulder.

Waving the dark type with him he finished his short walk to get to work. Lurch, being a frequent resident in the PT room, made himself known. His uneven, lumbering gait catching the eyes of the trainers there with their own injured teammates.

From one side of the room, Nyx had joined one of the excercising pokemon to help keep them motivated. Meanwhile Fionn was doing his job as the designated icepack, laying on his stomach while other resting pokemon leaned back against him. The Frosmoth let out a cold puff of air.

It was a relief to have the extra hands, Lurch included as the Pangoro sauntered about directing trainers and pokemon alike where they needed to go. Meant he could focus his attention on the ornery Stantler that was laid on the ground, refusing to stand and get to work.

"I know your back hurts, but you will be far more comfortable in the pool than lazing about here," he told the antlered pokemon who snorted at him in response. He sighed in barely concealed exasperation before waving Lurch over who provided the motivation (bodily force) required to get the Stantler into the water and walking around, snorting the whole time.

Fionn quietly watched as Lurch forced the sore pokemon into the pool. Hm. Maybe he should standby incase the Stantler overworked itself. The Frosmoth narrowed his eyes, then gently shook off the pokemon laying on him to get back into the air. He flew over by the pool, keeping an eye on the Stantler.

Isaiah gave Fionn a grateful nod, happy to have the extra pair of eyes. The pool was shallow enough that there shouldn't be a problem, but the Frosmoth would have an easier time getting the Stantler out if it needed it. He took the time to mark notes down on the pokemon's chart. This was only day one and it had a lot more to go.

A little nudge here, a little nudge there. When it looked like the Stantler was loosing its balance, Fionn would fly around to carefully help it stay straight up. He gave it a sympathetic glance.

And Mister? Well...

"O-Oh no you don't!"

He got caught. The Mr. Rime could be seen running frantically past the door, arms comically flailing. Bianca chased after him. "Get back here!"

Bianca's voice caught his attention and he looked up from the chart, watching in amusement as Mister flailed his way past the door. He shook his head slightly before waving the Stantler over so he could gently lead it out of the pool for a break. It settled onto the prepared towels with a pleased sigh.

He wandered over to the door and looked down the hall, "Need a hand?"

Bianca's head popped out from behind a corner. "I-It's fine!" Soon as she said that, she revealed the escapee, holding him by the scruff. Blast. Foiled again. The two then glanced unamused looks to each other. "You've been getting c-cocky, haven't you?" She said to Mister with a brow raised. "I hope H-Hecate isn't rubbing o-of on you." She switched to carrying him under her arm, and walked back over to Isaiah.

"I-I'm sorry you had to see that." Bianca scratched her head in embarrassment.

One of these days, Mister WILL get away with this. Mark his words!

Witnessing the antics between the two of them pulled a quiet chuckle from him. He waved his hand dismissively, "Don't worry about it. He brings some much needed amusement." The clinic could get busy and busy usually meant quick words and even quicker tempers, so the levity was nice.

Well, that made Mister feel rather smug. The deed is done. The Mister has won.

After a bit of consideration, Bianca conceded. "Alright, y-you can stay out for a b-bit longer." She set Mister down and let him run over to Nyx. "R-Right. Any of the others visited r-recently?"

He shook his head, "No, I think Iris is going to be getting a group chat set up with the leaders, but I haven't seen them." He suspected he would see Mika in at some point for his own teammate, but other than that he wasn't anticipating anyone. "Yourself?"

"W-Well, Fiona did take me to go see the C-Crown Shrine, at the Tundra." Bianca answered, thinking to herself.

"Oh really?" He had never been to the Tundra himself, he wasn't sure he fancied being in that cold of an environment for very long, but he was sure it had it's perks in one way or another. "Never been myself. Was it interesting or more just a field trip?"

"I-It was, I let my pokemon stretch t-their legs as we talked." Bianca smiled. It then turned a little sheepish. "...W-Were you aware of Fiona's history with Nordrin?? O-Or am I just that slow?"

He nodded along as Bianca spoke, he really needed to let his own team out to run, but paused when she mentioned Fiona and Nordrin. I think I heard about it during one of the many forced nights out to a bar by the chairman," he shrugged, I don't think it's exactly a secret, but I doubt they advertise it either." He didn't know either gym leaders all that well so he couldn't really say.

"Hah. R-Right. ...Well I feel stupid now..." Bianca deadpanned.

Isaiah shrugged, "It's alright. I probably wouldn't know if someone hadn't had a loose tongue thanks to alcohol." He absentmindedly checked his notes, mentally checking off the things that he had already done. "Well I still have a number of things to get done. Appreciate the help."

"It's no pro-" Bianca's eyes widened in realization. "Oh crap, same! I should get back to finishing that list! See you later, Izzy!" With a quick wave, she hurried back to work.

And surprisingly? No stutter.


So that was...for nothing. It took a bit of willpower for Lupin not to, for the lack of a better term, go apeshit then and there. She had ran back to the school as quick as she could, but no matter how fast any of them were the damaged had been done.

And the culprit? She fled.

She. Fled.

AGAIN?!

A dumbfounded Lupin walked further into what used to be the cafeteria, carefully stepping around every piece of debris before gently setting Stripes down. Though her widened eyes continued to take in their surroundings silently. Injured, infected, property damage. No Tsubasa. The temptation to blame someone for letting her get away was there. She ignored it. She knew better than that, and the others knew their enemy more than she did.

Maybe that was why she felt like she was lagging behind back there. She was new. Too new. Why the hell did they even drag her into this wild goose chase when she's only been here a week? Why did Roma only feign guilt now? How were they going to help everyone who got infected? Where the hell were the teachers?? Questions and thoughts both grim and concerned raced in circles in her head. Celina almost didn't catch what Stripes explained to her, her only response was a half-aware nod.

She looked lost. What was she supposed to do? Lupin wasn't a healer. She wasn't a builder either. She was just a hunter, simple as that. Maybe she could head back out to track Tsubasa down? Though before the wolf could disappear, a few things happened.

Lupin's eyes seemed to widen further as the metal-limbed teacher brought back an arrested Roma.

Maybe she stayed behind for the chance to play hero? She rolled her eyes when Olivia approached the corrupted magical girl with ignorant, emotion-driven kindness.

...No. Don't think like that. Besides, now they can get to the point and-

Wait, no. Someone else appeared. A more welcome presence than what Roma could ever be. A strange presence, yet comforting, and melodious. The Headmaster; the Grand Minister, had arrived. The wolf gave her a look when Merlin said this was a time for celebration. Yeah, sure, having a chunk of your school and students get attacked is one hell of a party. Maybe she should've brought balloons. Sarcasm aside, she eventually realized what the Minister meant. And her frustrations she was holding back began to leak out. Oh, the furious glare she bore...

"...Are you kidding me? No, no. You've got to be kidding me." Lupin growled. "That bitch led us to an attempted reverse-ambush, tried to trap us as she trashed your school, hurt your students, and BOTH of you still want to be sunshine and rainbows to her?!" Her gaze snapped between Merlin and Rose, then remained at the former. "Do you even have a way to fix everyone's grimores she's tainted?! How do we even know she won't try and pull something like this again?!"

...No, Moonlight Tsubasa won't pull something like this again.

She'll make sure of it.

Her expression turned into something that could only be forewarning. An animal preparing to strike. Her target won't be able to escape this time, she just needed to be fast enough. Lupin drew a single knife in one hand, breaking into a sprint towards Roma.

Someone might want to hold her back. NOW.
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"...So that's it then."

"Mhm."

With nothing else to do for a while, Maribel decided to catch up with an old friend. The nightmare witch found Jennifer, ironically enough, looking into the hellish layers of nightmares Violet was being forced to sit through. She said nothing for a moment, walking up next to the false witch. Grim curiosity aside, Maribel felt kind of bad for her. She was a good kid, albeit cavity-inducing as MDP. Did she really deserve to suffer like this? She glanced over to Jen. "Your new friend is quite ah...interesting~ But wouldn't Penny catch onto her dissapearance~?" She asked her.

"Pff, doubt it. She's too busy ripping and tearing through Wonderland's ambush to care. Besides! I know Doc'll be done with her soon as Bolorton's safe to leave alone. Like nothing ever happened, yeah?" Jen reassured her without looking away from the window her clock eye was projecting.

"Oh, I don't doubt it in the slightest! But I'd expect you to use this to your advantage~ You know, with you busy trying to go against our fair queen~" Maribel giggled. Though she quickly stiffled it as the next nightmare started.

Jen rose a brow. "Mind elaborating, Mari?"

The nightmare witch "innocently" smiled. "Oh, you know, prevent Penny from saving her in time, reducing her into a shell of her former self from her traumatic nightmares, thus breaking cracks into her trust in her precious paragon? Let Amanda know she was kidnapped, thus giving her the role of her savior and gradually manipulating her into leaving Penny in favor of Amanda?" She suggested. Jen's eyes widened in surprise.

"Well shit! I see you've been doing your homework!" She chuckled.

"Just a thought~ Amanda's not even back yet, sadly." Maribel looked back to the window. Geez, is Violet really that afraid of her father? Maybe if there was something she could do about that...

Jennifer then shook her head. "But nah, none of that's gonna work. You'll see in a moment."

Soon enough, the third nightmare played through. The nightmare witch rose a brow at how normal it seemed. Even Amanda looked perfectly unhinged as she fought the weaker dream Nykannis. Then once Penny and Violet fled into her pocket dimension, the pieces slowly started to come together. Maribel's brows rose.

"Ouroboros?"

"Oros. I assume you already know what she did?"

Maribel cringed at that. "Right... But wait, she's as 'aware' as you! Wouldn't that ruin the illusion?" She asked.

"Exactly. Power of love crap, fuckin' cheesy as hell. But that's not the worst of it. Look."

Then they watched the...ahem...pregnancy happen. Maribel wasn't smiling at that point.

"Oh now that is just repulsive! Poor Violet..."

"I know. Apparently not the first case of what that implies." Jennifer's expression darkened with disgust. "Like hell we'll be stopping at Penny at this rate. You wanna know what Finn'll do once he finds out Justine's full rep sheet, Mari? He's going to fucking KILL her. To hell with what Maura wishes, or whatever their relationship ends up being, he's not going to hesitate!" The Exodus ranted. "Ugh, this damn reality is becoming unsalvagable by the day..." She pinched the bridge of her nose. Maribel patted her back in reassurance.

"By the way, you two kind of look alike. You think maybe she's...you know." The other witch tilted her head.

"I can see what you mean, but no. Maura's not that Penrose's me. Even if she was, that'd overlapse our roles as Death and Time. Though I guess it wouldn't? Since I'm stuck without someone representing Space? I know someone who would be a good canidate but..." Jen sighed. "I don't want him to suffer the same fate I have."

Maribel already knew, and choose to say nothing about it, solemnly nodding. "Anyone else you recognize?"

"...Yeah. And that's concerning." From the main window, two more branced out, showing glimpses into the past. "Dead or alive, if those two made appearances in this reality, then that means more of them could be out there. Or worse, there really is another me!" Jen motioned to the windows with exageration.

"And that's a problem because?"

Jen's arms dropped down to her sides. She gave Maribel an unamused look. "You don't know me very well, do you?"

"I know the you I know is pretty great~ So what's the problem with another you~?" The nightmare witch asked.

"BECAUSE, the other me's are STUPID, Mari!"

She frowned slightly. Best not to provoke her about it. "So, what are you going to do about it?"

Jennifer crossed her arms. "Gotta wait till one of the North Hunts begins to deal with the fairy, but if my theory's true? Hunt the rest down, I guess." She casually shrugged.

Maribel narrowed her eyes. "Must murder be your answer to every problem?"

"Yep!" With that, the false witch's cheshire grin returned.

"Brb gonna kill god."
Current Location: Precinct #11

Had he not thought this through?

Perhaps, he had too much hope that this would be it. They could wait out the storm, hope the rest could defeat Justin, and break his thralls free from his control. To hell with the Diver. Finn said it himself, "Just save who we can." At best, he hoped Lydia turned out to be an esper too, but didn't tell him. At worst...

He only hoped she could forgive the fool she called her brother. His mind hadn't even registered the rust that corroded his frame.

The door was left unlocked. Just a bit further and-!!

"AAAGH!!" Betty kneed him in the chest, no doubt returning the favor of rupturing her own boils. Momentarily stunned by the pain, the Timekeeper collapsed forward, giving her the opportunity to flee again. His eyes went wide in fear...for her. The hail was going to kill her if she didn't get to cover. "BETTY NO, WAIT!!" Finn reached out for her in vain. Again. He stood back to his feet as quick as he could will himself to, but it was too late. She dissapeared into the storm. She dissapeared again. He was so close. Everything was starting to look up, despite the pain and hopelessness of the situation.

And he still lost. Whatever hope he was clinging onto like a lifeline was gone in that instant.

Why?

Why can't he do anything right?

Finn wasn't even aware of the other agents' victory over Justin. What would it matter though, that wasn't his fight. Never was. As much as he wished it was, that detestible creep. All that mattered was that he wouldn't hurt anyone anymore.

...So now what? He didn't know how much mana the rest had. He was robbed of the bastard he wanted to kill, and the one person he (for some reason at this rate) wanted to be alive and safe continues to be a pain in the ass. No one was fighting the Diver either, did the other espers in the city get attacked too? As he leaned against the wall by the door, the boy noted two options.

Wait out the rest of the spells. There were only two left till countless firstborns meet their end, but they have wasted too much time and mana on Justin and his toadies.

Or, regroup with the others, and take out what remained of his anger on the diver.

...Right. He hurried back to the roof. He still had a bit of mana left to atleast do something. If not, he would be fine just brute forcing that thing down with his gun and instrument. Someone's gotta get rid of that fucking thing, even if he does die trying. Rusted and bloody, Finn soon emerged back on the top floor and gave the area a quick glance around.

Justin was reduced to a pool of blood. Good riddance. Another new face had appeared to help them out. Locusts appeared too, number eight. Then there it was, the gargantuan asshat himself. Without further delay, Finn broke into a sprint towards the bridge the teal-clad esper had created. He made himself faster, mending his wounds as he prepared himself to strike. Then once he was close enough, he practually launched himself at the Behemoth, aiming to stab it in the head. Then stab it again, and again, and again. "JUST DIE ALREADY!" He roared, driven by desperation and frustration.

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...Hm. So that was how it is. She was one of those "I know better than you" types. Omori couldn't help shaking his head in distain. Maybe he shouldn't tell Karin he figured out how his flintlock worked. At least now they can continue to Twilight Town; dry land, without anything else cropping up. The boy walked back to where he left the gunblade and machete and sat back down. He then pulled out the parakeet bobblehead, and lightly poked it to make it move.

"...Heheh." His lips curled up into a small smile. Yeah. Everything's going to be okay. The sea didn't seem as scary as he thought now.

Despite the pompous way she'd delivered it, Karin's words did resonate with Pit. It was something he and Lady Palutena had argued with Viridi about early on, the people versus the planet. It was a surprisingly effective pep talk for Pit, who took the words to heart and decided to start with saving one specific person.

He left to find the boy in question, and given that the Tinkerslug's deck wasn't very large it wasn't long until he spotted Omori. He sat alone by the short stairwell, but he wasn't about to be that way for long.

"Hey!" the angel greeted, not hesitating to sit cross-legged in front of Omori. It seemed like Omori was trying to cheer himself up, so Pit jumped right in with his opinion. "About what happened... everyone knows it was an accident, they're just being stubborn. I hope you aren't beating yourself up too bad about it."

"Hm? Oh." Omori looked up to see Pit had sat down in front of him. Ah, they thought it was an accident?

....Was it an accident? He didn't know anymore.

His eyes trailed back down to the bobblehead. "I...I wasn't thinking. I only knew you were getting attacked." Omori's gaze went downcast towards the wooden floor. He looked lost. "I just wanted to protect you guys."

Pit nodded, understanding where Omori was coming from. "It happens. Especially up close. Your brain gets so focused on protecting yourself or your family or your friends, and eventually all you know is that you have to win no matter what." He sat back with his palms braced against the deck. "I've seen that a lot of times with humans."

He tapered off, growing unsure if Omori actually was human. He had the same general feel as one, and there was definitely a part of him that was, but there was some otherness about him as well. After a moment he went on, figuring the details didn't matter. "Anyway, we just have to remember, move on, and be better! Okay?"

Omori nodded, looking back to Pit with a neutral expression.

"...He had a family." He spoke up again after a moment. "I'm not even sure why or what they were doing so close to a warzone, but they were right there. Watching. I didn't even realize the gravity of what I did, until I heard that kid's wailing..." Omori confided to the angel. Maybe in some ironic sense of confessing his sins, or just that he felt more comfortable talking to him about it. The boy placed a hand over his heart. "It hurt, more than whatever blood they could shed from me. That turtle looking kid didn't help either. Junior, was it? He seems kinda bratty, but I don't blame him. It just made me think: What if it was my own sister? What if I was the kid in that kind of situation? It...sucks." He slightly frowned.

Pit probably would have giggled at the description of Bowser Jr., if not for the conversation at hand.

"...yeah, it does. It really does," he agreed. Pit had been on both sides of that feeling before, having seen the devastation and misery wrought by his soulless body as well as his own gut wrenching helplessness while seeing his Goddess' many near death experiences. He could vividly imagine the despair he would have felt if any had been permanent. Pit leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees.

"It's alright to feel bad about it. It'd be weird if you didn't. I still feel bad about... um, well, a lot of stuff. And I'm probably like-" He gave Omori a look from head to toe. "-three times your age."

Omori tilted his head at that. Well, it'd make sense if Pit only looked around his age. Maybe a little older. He couldn't help counting the numbers in his head. ...Wow. 36?

"But just remember our mission, and all the people we'll help too. Save the next person. And if you can't, then... well, then rely on the rest of us!" He offered Omori a smile then, hoping to share some of his optimism with the other boy.

And you know what? He did.

A genuine smile crept onto Omori's face in response. "I'll try. If anything, I can just get them weakened enough for someone else to step in like with Annetta." And he hoped it wouldn't be a full repeat. That moonlight still stung. "And uh, sorry for rambling like that. I'm more used to being the one to hear someone else out." He nervously chuckled, no matter how quiet it was.

"Hehehe, don't worry! To be honest I'm usually in your spot, with Lady Palutena hearing me out." That he was able to get through to Omori did more for Pit's confidence than the boy could know. Without the Goddess of Light's reassuring voice in his head, it was a struggle to drum up the courage to do a lot of things, including reach out to others. He had been feeling especially bad since that morning's incident with Geralt. But reaching out successfully now made him really glad, and seeing Omori's smile widened his own.

"You can talk to me anytime you need to!" he said. "I'm sure it's gonna get even tougher from here, so we all have to look out for each other."

"...Yeah. Thanks, Pit."
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FIRE AT WILL!!!


"...It's the eye isn't it?"
"Hope none of us pissed 'em off back in yesteryear."
- Finn and Oliver


Coincidence? Well, Finn hadn't given much thought into Nefer's appearance. If anything she'd most likely be stopping at Penrose temporarily. Maybe to sell the wares that filled their mode of transport? He wondered if the artifacts were handmade, or stolen from some powerful beings. Would explain why she and her little friend were constantly on the run. Perhaps if things go well enough, he could ask Nefer about it. Maybe buy one off her. He was trying to get stronger after all.

His idle thoughts were interrupted when he felt Iron Mouse lay across the seated trio. He rose a brow at the giant-in-scale blood pillow Justine created, and even more so at their fourth's words. "Right, just please refrain from kicking me in the gut. I actually like this suit..." He said back to Iron Mouse, resting one elbow by the car window.

"So does this mean I can pat your head?" Oliver spoke up, innocently glancing down at Iron Mouse. They were so busy talking that they hadn't noticed the vehicle was moving so fast. "Well damn! Why hadn't we run into ya sooner?" The ghost's attention moved from the view from his window back to Nefer with a grin. That grin quickly faded when she noted that Finn looked familiar. The two passed a side glance to one another.

"Please tell me you hadn't run into them before and forgot about it."

"Of course I haven't! The damn titles tend to get passed around, you know this!"

"Then what are we going to do? Far as we know she can sick that golem on us if you somehow managed to piss her off too!"

"Why do you have to assume I willingly make people want me dead??"

"HELLO?? SINNER OF WRATH???"

"Ugh, right. Well if she's going to use an alias, we might as well too."

After the brief back and forth, the duo looked back to Nefer.

"Call me Fable." Finn spoke up first.

"Name's Grimm!" Oliver "introduced" himself next, pointing a thumb to himself with a smile.
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