Blood Gulch Blues

[Kameron Esters-]

Falcon looks to both Rex and Sora and couldn't help but bask int he praise that he felt he earned. "Well, y'know, when you're me, awesomeness comes naturally! I'm glad you all liked the show, but you two oughta see me race sometime. Until then, I'll see you two soon!" Falcon then sees note with 'READ ALOUD' written on it. He pick it up,opens it, then reads it aloud:

"Your rousing speeches were appreciated, Laddie. I appreciated your attempts at liftin' me up. Of course I remember what you said about me still bein' original and such. But just you wait, I'll rediscover the original original me! I'll no longer live in the shadow of this pansy Lucky. I will become a nightmare in brilliant red fur! A nightmare who will be the one to protect you!

You are right, there is a part of me that wants you guys around. Unfortunately, I see no reason that it isn't the part that needs to go. If I wasn't weighed down by this need to be kind, then I could have destroyed these AIs in a heartbeat. Perhaps this was deceptive. Perhaps it was telling me to do something horrific in the name of "love". It's time I stopped it before it succeeded. I wonder if finding out that I was cloned was a way of givin' me a second chance? You may not, but that's how I see it. And I'm taking it.

P.S. I am not a mustang shark hybrid, or a squirrel. I am a rabbit. And I am not a mutant...As far as I know…

P.P.S. Good luck getting those answers about the Irish. Maybe consult Google. It's a search engine on the internet. You know, a computer. Or, if it's that complicated, just grab a book. "

Falcon stands there confused for a moment "Does Google even exist where I'm from? Do books even exist from whee I'm from? I forget. But that's a little worrying. So long, demon rabbit thing. I hope wherever you go, you find your peace. Now to go home, get cleaned up, patch myself up, take a nap, and reclaim my title!" Falcon looks to the portal and slowly walks his way into the portal back to his world in time

 

[PopcornPie]

"Huh? Yeah. Bye." Lucky waved a nub at him, but didn't bother to return the gaze. It was all on the Director now. "And I'M NOT A DEMON, EITHER!" He huffed.

 

[DerpyCarp]

"You got it right, Sssss.A.I.L.?"
"Of couse, Captain. Co-Ordinates recorded. We are just waiting for the integration of Ancient Technology to complete."
"Good. Make Sssssure Ester doesn't mess up."
"Of course, Captian."
Lealan walks foward to rejoin the group and listens to the others giving their goodbyes.
"Are you ssssure, Sssssilly Rabbit? You are pretty Eager to nix your emotions for a not Demon." Lealan interjects. "Also, Mr. Director, what happened to my Copy, because I want something off of it."
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[PopcornPie]

"Just because I want to get rid of me emotions doesn't make me a demon, lassie. It means that I want to go back to normal." Lucky replied briskly. "And you're lookin' to use your copy too, huh? In hindsight, they could be of use, still." He flicked his head to where his duplicate laid, wrapped up like a caterpillar in a cocoon. "But I'm sad to say that I left yours back where we died. I just took mine, and a couple things off Lana and Megumin's." Lealan probably could just run back to the battlefield and retrieve it, but that would run the risk of missing the Director's response.

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[thatguyinthestore]

Epilogue Addendum
“We’ll Meet Again”

Co-Written by FactionGuerrilla



What would you do if you could have infinite power? The ability to do whatever you want when you want? What if I told you that, beneath the cracks of this feeble multiverse of our’s, there was an organization that could make that dream become a reality? For a small fee, of course.

They exist in the shadows, lying beneath the surface, hidden from plain view. One would say that they are interdimensional brokers of sorts. They are allies of both good and bad. They exist solely to provide both sides with the means to start wars, and profit from both.

They are the multiverse’s Shareholders.

A wealth of television monitors could be seen stretching across all walls of the room. Each one displayed a different location. Though, there was one screen of interest. That screen displayed none other than Blood Gulch, where a band of valiant heroes recently fought off several evil foes, after a series of… unfortunate events. And in one of the chairs sat a reptilian figure, who’s blood ran as cold as his own heart.

Some of you might know him as Toffee.

As Toffee stared at the screen, a man wearing a gas mask sauntered into the room, tapping away on a digital screen integrated into his mechanical arm. He didn’t look up as he took his place beside Toffee and shook his head.

“I told you they were a risky bet.”The man’s voice was partially synthesized, a deep, resonating tone that masked any emotion. Only at this point would he lower his arm and glance over at his… coworker.

“Risky, yes.” Toffee would say, not looking up from the screen as he spoke. He reached to the arm of the chair he sat in, grabbing a remote and turning the screens off, all of them shutting off at once. He stood up and turned to the individual, hands cupped behind his back. “Though, I believe that the fruits we have gained from this were worth such a risk.” His head turned, glancing over at an individual, who was encased in a glass tube. He had a wound in his stomach, which was recently stitched up. If any of you were there, you would recognize him as the man you had come to know as Venom Snake. “How is our new friend doing?” Toffee inquired.

“He’ll be fine. Was in bad shape when we got him, but the Rejack serum worked like a charm. He’ll be out of the count for a good bit, but he's still breathing.” The masked man took his hood off, but not his gas mask, hiding the expression underneath. “As for the other ‘mercenaries’ we tried hiring…” His voice trailed off, shaking his head. “...Lobo’s been captured, and that whack job of a rabbit’s still running amok, wanting your head. I don’t suppose we’ll have to hire someone to clean up those loose ends?”

“Alastor has recently captured a few individuals that will aid us when the time comes. With enough conditioning, of course.” Toffee replied as he took his black coat off the coat rack, shook it down, and then put it on.

“Well, hopefully that conditioning will go by fast enough. The last thing we need is for that ‘Ganondorf’ and 'Zant' to turn into a threat. Too much evil influence on the multiverse is just as bad for business as too much goodie two-shoes kids.” The man followed Toffee before remembering one last thing. With a flick of his wrist over his tac-pad, the portraits of two men would be projected between Toffee and his ally. If Snake were awake, he’d have immediately recognized the two Revolver Ocelot and Kazuhira Miller.

Spoiler: The Photos

“...And I assume we’ll have to contact Snake’s friends in the near future. Start building ties with them now that they sort of owe us for saving their boss.”

“Indeed. An eye for an eye and all that. Get into contact with them when you can, and inform them of the situation. Do not be afraid to use force if necessary.” The two would exit the room, walking out into a large boardroom of sorts. Toffee would approach a table and pour himself a drink of a… dark liquid of unknown origin, before taking a sip. He approached the window and gazed outside. The outside-in question was an icy tundra, shrouded by a thick fog. The snow stormed harshly onto the ground, coating the icy ground below in several feet.

“As for Ganondorf… we will allow him to play his game, while we play our’s. His reckless ambition will be the cause of his downfall.” Toffee replied, and with nothing more than a nod, Blackjack exited the room, leaving Toffee to brood on his lonesome. And as he stared out that window into the endless winter, one thing was certain.

Their plan had only just begun.​

 

[DerpyCarp]

"Ah, shame. Well, I could just Teleport back to the Flags in the base then. And maybe see the Aqua one when I"m there. But that's assuming that Mr. Director here left it behind." She glances at the Director before looking back to Lucky. "You know that without any emotions, you won't have any anger, or sssssatisfaction, or anything right? Eventually everything will fall to numbers, until even the effort of waking up wont ssssseem worth anything, because you can no longer derive pleasure in living. You'll waste away, laying around until eventually they'll have to build a hoverchair to cart you around it. Hell, you won't even be able to bring yourself to hate Toffee without emotions,. If you really wanted just your rage back... I may have a mean to do ssssomething for that."
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[PopcornPie]

Lucky gave Lealan a faithful smirk. "These people have all the gadgets. I'm sure they'd know what they'd be doin'." Though, if she knew how to read a tone, she would know that Lucky was now taking that into consideration. Just how effective would he be, if he lacked rage? Could he keep his rage, or was it all emotions or none? What if he did forget to wake up, because his brain saw no reason to? Suppose his emotions were always more vital to them than he believed? "Unless you have similar stuff where you're from. Maybe all I need is some steroids, and then I'll be a killin' machine without any surgery...But then I would have to take them on the daily, and then I'd probably end up overdosin'..." He tapped his chin with his Paw o' Death. (No, he was not going to take it off his nub ever again. He actually made use of the bottle opener to hold his pen in order to compose the letter)

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[CocoaMarshmallow]

Kendall

"Hah... you did a number on me, too," I compliment Captain Falcon back truthfully.
Kameron Esters-

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Later on, Lucky's letter somehow ended up in my paws. Don't ask me how or anything, I just ended up getting it. He wrote a little section dedicated to me; how sweet! My eyes scan the page...

...and lock onto the last few sentences.

"I cannot wait to find whoever cured you of your emotions, and let them do the same. You captured perfectly what I should have been doing this whole mission. I will give you that."

I snicker for the hundredth time. That snicker turns into a giggle. The giggle, into a laugh. The laugh, into maniacal howling. I shove the letter back towards Lucky, barely able to contain myself.

"AHAHAHAHAHA! AHA- OHO- GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHA!"
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[DerpyCarp]

Lealan would pull out the Staff of Klux. "I don't know if you sssssaw me wielding this, but this is the Ssssstaff of Klux, a religous Artifact of the Avian people. It has two functions. The first is to generate crystals to use for combat. They are ssssharp, fast, and will be ssssupplied as long as you yourself have the energy to ssssustain them. The other, is to unlock the Rage of their god within others, granting them greater than normal power. With it, you could return to your wrathful ssssself. While it's effects arn't permanant, it can be used an infinite number of times without the effects wearing thin, provided you have a proper energy ssssource." She holds the Golden staff close to Lucky, his image reflected in the Red Gem on the head of the staff.
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[PopcornPie]

Lucky once again found himself tapping his bottom nub. "Where is that guy? Everybody's almost gone. Surely, he has time for us." Internally, he was thanking God for Lealan being there to talk to him while they waited for the Director to address their wishes. She was probably just as bored."Am I a joke to you?" Lupe snorted, while Lucky ignored her in favor of Lealan's presentation.

"You really think I'd be capable of using that for good, Lassie...?" He hypnotized himself with his own reflection. "I mean...Suppose I felt really taken over with a need to protect somebody, and then lost control of those crystals..." He hugged his paw a little closer. This paw was what he knew best, but suppose he had infinite crystal bullets at his disposal. Damn, was that staff one of a kind...? "Or forgot to use the Rage once, and became vunerable long enough to be finished off..." Of course, most of his questions were from his mind reminding him that he never saw himself as a staff holder. Yet, just imagine him coming after Toffee and his clan with it...

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Because Lucky was never allowed to finish a thought again, apparently, Kendall turned out to still be here, guffawing at Lucky's message. The rabbit's entire face wrinkled. "What?! You got a problem with honesty, laddie?!" He snapped. "You'd prefer it if I just let it fester, huh?!" Nice to see that he wrote all that for nothing! When the Typhlosion thrusted it back to him, he was very dismayed to see the section he dedicated to Rex and Sora cut out. "Why in the fuck did they tear out me comments about them?!" He shouted. "What, did I rush to finish this shit just to have everyone stomp on it?!"

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[DerpyCarp]

Lealan giggles. "Good? Do I sssseem like the girl to worry about ssssuch things as objective morals? You're my friend, and if you really need your Rage back to fight at full power, I'm not going to hold out on you. Besides, If you are going to fight Toffee, you'll need all the help you can get." Lealan gestures the staff closer to him. "Although, to be honest, it is a little big for you, ssssso you may need the help of sssssomeone else to wield it." She blatantly hints.
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[PopcornPie]

Lucky's ears fell a bit. "You're right. It's why I like me paw so much. It's, like, the one weapon that is truly me-sized. Though me new pistol works, too..." He wiggled his back to show it off. Hey, at least he would be walking out of here with a souvenir. But a pistol couldn't bring him back to full rage. "Maybe we could...test it?" He glanced at the Director, wondering-and hoping-he would allow a little live testing while he continued to clear things up.

 

[DerpyCarp]

Lealan nods. She hold the staff up properly and concentrates, then raises it up as a crimson light glows from the center Gem. The area around the pair begins go glow red as the shape of a crystal forms around them. The Floran would shiver as the familiar hate begins to seep through her, the Neural Suppressor keeping her in control, if barely. She lets out a harsh breath, and keeps her gaze focused on Lucky, in case he flies off the handle.
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[CocoaMarshmallow]

Epilogue Addendum
"War is Coming"



Calloused, dirty hands glide over the smooth edges of a polished metal table. Eyes like an eagle gaze up at the holographic view of the planet on top.

They belong to none other than a hardened lady, a young woman who is adorned with several pieces of armor and black facepaint under each of her eyes. On her head is a sturdy helmet, and slung over her back is a rifle as long as her arms. She's a soldier, no doubt- one who's seen hell.



Beside her is a machine a head taller than her, its body made of metal with a gunmetal black fabric 'skin' stretched over it. Its face vaguely resembles a human skull, its mouth a vertical blue line and its eyes twin black narrow slits. On its chest sit two circles, one black and one blue, and two stylized white letters: 'AR.'



"There," it speaks with a monotone voice as it points at several purple circles that appear on the planet, all localized in a single location. "More than two dozen slipspace ruptures will imminently be appearing in Vultures' Valley. There are at least two larger ruptures, most likely caused by the influx of larger creatures. I would advise sending at least three Vault Hunters to investigate, as the risk rating for this mission is too high for normal Crimson Raider soldiers."

"How long've we got, Ian?" the soldier asks.

"Approximately fifteen minutes. Failure to respond will result in..." The blue circle on its chest flashes. "...approximately seventy civilian casualties within two minutes, if it is assumed all ruptures contain Mutants. In addition, the presence of an established settlement will allow Mutants to erect a small base of operations. However, due to lack of proper communication methods between Mutants, this latter issue will not prove to be a threat."

"So civvie casualties are the only thing we need to worry about. Got it." She presses a button on the side of the table. Hundreds of other circles colored green, scattered all around the planet with tiny names identifying each one, appear. She points at one closest to where the ruptures had appeared, labeled 'MARCUS.' "Contact Marcus and tell him to get there as fast as possible."

"Moze, that is highly inadvisable. There are only two Vault Hunters on his bus."

"No, I know. But have you ever seen Axton and Salvador fight?"

"I..."

If he could, Ian would frown.

"...I am afraid my data on them is insufficient."

"Don't worry, big guy." Moze pats his arm. "They'll be more than enough. BALEX?" She looks up. "Take us down to the base closest to Vultures' Valley. And make it fast, we don't have much time."

"Hell yeah!" A voice cheers back at her from all around the ship. "We're about to enter the atmosphere, so all you bitches better hold on to something, 'cause I ain't fuckin' changin' your pants."

The ship aims itself at the planet and its thrusters roar. It zooms towards the dark cloud-covered surface, leaving the cold, empty space behind.




A flash of lightning illuminates the bleeding body of a shirtless man, scarred and beaten and surrounded by bodies of people dressed like him in the same orange pants and white and orange masks, but still he finds the strength to laugh psychotically. The gravel below him digs into his crimson gashes as he reaches for a figure standing over him, green and gilled like a fish. A guitar is slung over his back, as is a wrench, and in his hand, he holds a revolver glistening in the rain and lightning. A soaked cigarette hangs in his mouth.



The human guffaws again.

"AHAHAHAHA! I'M GONNA TURN YOU INTO BLOOD SOUP!"

The green creature raises its revolver and pulls the trigger. Blood and brain bits spatter the ground. The human's body falls limp instantly.

He takes the cigarette out of his mouth and flicks it at the human's body before sliding the revolver into the leather holster on his hip. As he walks away, the gravel crunching under his feet and thunder echoing through the fields of sand, dust, and rocks, he takes the guitar from his back. Even though it's drenched with water, the fish somehow begins to play a slow and steady tune.

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[CocoaMarshmallow]

Kendall

"AHA- AHAHAHAHA! AH- ah- oh- no, it's just..." I put a paw to my temple, trying desperately to get the words out.

This was your doing, wasn't it, Elise?

"...you wouldn't get it."
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[PopcornPie]

Lealan nods. She hold the staff up properly and concentrates, then raises it up as a crimson light glows from the center Gem. The area around the pair begins go glow red as the shape of a crystal forms around them. The Floran would shiver as the familiar hate begins to seep through her, the Neural Suppressor keeping her in control, if barely. She lets out a harsh breath, and keeps her gaze focused on Lucky, in case he flies off the handle.
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"A-all right. I guess we're doing this." Lucky held his nubs out towards the staff as though he was facing a campfire, letting the hellish light soak him. It...was working. That hatred that had once cooled was beginning to boil. He could hear Kendall saying something, but it was drowned out by Lupe's calls. "Lucky, it's getting really hot in here! Surely, you're not just gonna let Lealan do this! I get that you like her, b-but that doesn't mean-Oh, dearie dear...YAAAAAAAA!" The rat screeched as lava shot up all around her. That one little piece of ground she stood on had become the only safe zone. The sky turned deep crimson to match the light from the staff, and minddwellers were scalded all around her.

"Heheheh...Toffee...You bastard, I knew you were behind this shithow in some form...Puttin' me through all this pain, wonderin' when you'd strike next...Rex called me a loon, because he couldn't see trouble if it bit him on the dick. But I was right! Heheh...I was right!" The rabbit sported a good ol' fashioned Kubrick Stare. "I've lost everything to your antics...I'm gonna shake down everything you ever worked for! I used to think I would reduce you to Swiss cheese. Well NOW, I FEEL LIKE I CAN REDUCE YOU TO NACHO CHEESE INSTEAD!" He cackled. "Look at me, Director! This is what I can be deep inside! And you too, Kendall! DON'T YOU LOVE IT!?" The rabbit went cackling on, happily shouting about all those he hated in life. "I'm not joinin' you in Hell yet, Van Tastic! You just tell Rodriguez I say hi! You're about to get a full house, though! Nyeheheh! Delores! Christopher! Whiskers! All of them! All those bastards who stomped on me! I have nothing left to lose but me life, yet I would love to see anyone come near me!" The reddish veins that had been subdued for the moment had appeared in full swing, and he could feel his brain pulsing.

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[Riven]

As fast as the chaos had started, it was over. They were all ready to go home. Umbra had watched the lot of them leave as The Operator had stepped out from Umbra to see what the rest of them were doing.

Surely it was alright to stay behind just a little to see how everyone was doing, the minutes they spent just gathering at the idea to return home was enticing, but, The Operator felt it, and Umbra knew it too, it was actually, fun.

The pair turned to see Lealan and Lucky partake in some sort of ritual, to which, they didn't intrude but, still wanted to see what was being planned.

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[FactionGuerrilla]

COLLABORATIVE POST
By StaidFoal , darkred , jigglesworth , and FactionGuerrilla

Part 1: Together​

• Aftermath
• Base

• 
  By the gods, the deed was done. Meta was dead. Kassandra let off a long sigh of relief, finally slinging Paris’ Bow back over her shoulders and using her hands to wipe off a bit of Meta’s blood and gore that managed to cover her from afar. That was a show to be remembered. Perhaps not a day for the world to remember, like grandpater did, but something to remember regardless. She then realized Kendall was still alive, having been knocked far away. She pulled out her Spear of Leonidas again, tensing up and scowling at the furball, but thankfully a certain eagle pulled her attention away.
  
  Ikaros let one caw of triumph echo through the canyon before dropping downwards, flying towards the area Washington’s aircraft would land. Only when the eagle was at the landing zone and close to the ground would he finally drop Lucky by a few inches off the ground, twittering once as a final goodbye of sorts before flying back towards his master.
  
  The Eagle Bearer’s glare was still focused on Kendall just before Ikaros dive bombed her again. Just like last time, the bird landed directly on top her head, finally melting the Spartan’s glare and into a soft smile before instinctively lifting her arm for Ikaros to perch on once more.
  
  
  
  
  “Ikaros, you have a lot of explaining to do. And next time, don’t be putting yourself in danger.” The misthios commented, temporarily forgetting about her vendetta against the Typhlosion in lieu of talking to her bird, who let off a chirp of his own in response and spread his own wings as if to show himself off even further.
  
  “...So you just decided to help a deranged rabbit who tried to kill everyone beforehand? And you weren’t in danger despite nearly getting hit by an equally-crazy fire animal? Yeah, right.” She commented as she walked off, heading towards her surreal corpse to grab some equipment and her own “goods” before she planned to head back with the others. She did catch a glance of Lobo being hauled off by a pair of strange people, but considering everything she’d seen here… she didn’t really care that much. Rather, she hoped that crazy, nigh-invulnerable being would be locked up for as long as need be.
  
  Price let his arms rest, his G3 resting on the strap around his shoulder. “Right,” he said to no one, “that’s him done in, then.”
  
  He was far enough to not get covered in Meta, who exploded in a gruesome fashion. Granted, you can’t explode in a non-gruesome fashion. The fight was over, and his friends were in pretty good shape despite it. Despite all of this. As weird as they all are, they’re weirdness came in handy, saving more than their own skins. Still, with it all seemingly over, he is ready to depart from this wasteland, and thus his newfound allies. For the best. He’s more than ready to get back to his world, a world without armored mercenaries and little girls following the Grim Reaper.
  
  Glad to see the mass of muscle getting hauled away, he started over to the transport with the others. Washington was there, and apparently had stopped one of the mercs from stealing the plane. As much as Washington could have probably helped with Maine and the others, it doesn’t matter now. The sooner they get out of Blood Gulch, the better.
  
  Corvo, watching Meta's remains fly apart, remained still. Lobo was dragged away in chains by some spirit, and he couldn't help but let off a small chuckle. He folded his sword and put away his weapons, leaving only the Outsider's Mark. Corvo then pulled off his mask, wiping the sweat off his forehead. What few rats remained scurried off out of everyone's sights.
  
  Aloy turned toward the group as she wiped some of Meta's blood off herself after he literally exploded in a frenzy of blood and gore. She frowned and looked at the others, taking a light sigh, placing her new found weapons away, along with her old ones.
  
  By the time Kassandra came back, that nut-job Kendall was spewing some terrible apology speech, and even addressed her Ikaros as “Bloodwing”, asking him to tell her to develop a sense of humor. The Spartan wasn’t impressed at all.
  
  “How about you tell that straight to her face?” The brown-eyed brunette snidely replied, leaving her right arm up for Ikaros to perch on- who didn’t seem to mind Kendall at all- before waving her Spear in her left hand.
  
  “If I see you even try to touch Ikaros- not Bloodwing- I’ll cut you up and send you to Hades, where you probably belong in Tartaros.” The Spartan’s smile at Ikaros had vanished again, instead glaring daggers at Kendall one last time. Finally, she shook her head before gesturing with her head towards the plane- a gesture meant for her close companions.
  
  “Come on. Let’s get out of this mess.” And with that, the Eagle Bearer and her bird entered the plane.
  
  The Brit gave her a nod, hopping aboard just behind her. “Impressed you managed to hold back neutering that furball.”
  
  “Trust me, I could have done much worse. When a bandit tried throwing rocks at Ikaros, I sliced his fingers right off. That monster’s lucky I’ve already had my vengeance upon Meta.” She shook her head in disdain, leaving nothing more to be said.
  
  Price smirked as he waited for the plane to depart, leaving it at that.
  
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  Once they were back, Aloy looked at the group of friends and allies she’s gotten to know over the time here: Kassandra, Corvo and Price.
  
  Aloy walked up to the group and gave a light smirk. “We did it guys, the battle’s over.”
  
  When all was said and done, Kassandra felt conflicted. Sure, she had been… Perhaps a bit irritated and frustrated at times, but her companions had nothing to do with other people’s mishaps and mess ups. Honestly, she felt safe to say that she, Aloy, Price, and Corvo were a few of the only people in Blood Gulch that had brains. The four of them had forged their bonds in the fires of battle, and that was something that usually stayed strong. It was how she met Brasidas, after all, and the two of them shared a sibling-like relationship up until the very end.
  
  But she digressed. Her brown eyes looked over the group and her surroundings, the old indoor training area vastly different from her world’s outdoor training zones. She basked in the entire scene, knowing this was probably her final goodbye to a lot of the people around her- perhaps forever.
  
  She vaguely listened to the Director’s orders and comments. Something about not saying anything about what happened here, and not being able to come back. Riiight.
  
  “Yeah, got it. No openly discussing, since the last thing we need is people to be telling Greek tales about heroes in the future.” The Spartan half-heartedly responded, the other half of her still digesting the second part of the Director’s statement. It was a confirmation that nobody could go back to see each other… well, at least under “normal” circumstances. But then again, after going through this, what was normal?
  
  ...Well, apparently a deranged rabbit that can talk and write was also normal. Kassandra picked up the paper directed “TO EVERYONE (Read Aloud)”, tilting her head out of curiosity before skimming through it to find a part labelled “To the Greek lass with the eagle”. Only this part would she read aloud:
  
  “I will say, I feel quite shitty that our most significant moment was you glaring at me for trying to shoot you. By all accounts, you should have killed me. So why did you help me during the battle with Meta? Why did you send your bird after me? Did you see potential within me, when all I saw was disharmony? Did you see that I was scared for your safety, and wanted merely to deny Toffee the pleasure of torturing you to an inch of your life? I will forever find meself questioning your generosity towards me, of all people. But thanking you all the same.
  
  Tell your bird that he is the best flyer I've ever met.”
  
  Ikaros, who had nestled himself on Kassandra’s shoulder at this point, cawed once before Kassandra shook her head with a slight smile creeping up on her face.
  
  “Oh, Ikaros. He’s lucky I didn’t just kill him and fed him to you. That, and I already know you’ve got a mind of your own; no need to tell me that again.” Ikaros chirped anyways to let her know, causing her to roll her eyes.
  
  “I sure hope he learns how to not kill everyone on sight, though…”
  
  ...And now it was time to say goodbye to Kassandra’s friends. Or at the very least siblings-in-arms, but she felt obligated to think of them as more than that.
  
  “Kassandra, come visit sometime. We could hunt machines and do a lot more at my home, I’m sure my friends would love to meet you.”
  
  “Trust me, I’ll find a way. I’ve seen a lot of things throughout my life, and I wouldn’t count travelling to your world out just yet.” The Spartan smirked, despite the Director’s direct orders not to say anything and that the groups would all go their separate ways. Instead, Kassandra grabbed a handful of arrows from her quiver, a few of each type. Regular, Paralyzing, Poison, Fire, Explosives… Plus a couple Death Arrows, arrows lined with barbs at its tips and streamlined to fly faster and farther.
  
  
  
  
  
  (Not included in the picture are Death Arrows.)​
  
  “I’m sure a huntress like you will find these handy. I was taught how to make those Death Arrows-” A gesture to said arrows- “by the Hunters of Artemis, and they’re the best huntresses I know. You’ll find a way to make more of those in your homeworld with your materials, I’m sure.”
  
  Aloy dug through her pouch herself and nodded. “At least let me give you some futuristic arrows I made myself as well. You’ll outpace those Greeks determined to beat you in any match.”
  
  She dug out her own arrows, Ice tipped arrows, thunder arrows and exploding arrows, even futuristic arrows the Greek hadn’t seen before.
  
  “Efharisto (Thank you), friend.” Kassandra accepted Aloy’s own arrows with a smile, placing the arrows in her own quiver before hesitating for a moment. Finally, she offered a hug to the Nora warrior, rather than settling on a handshake.
  
  Aloy returned the hug to Kassandra, a little saddened she had to say goodbye to her new friend and sister-in-arms.
  
  “Farewell friend, may All-Mother protect you.”
  
  “And may Artemis guide your arrows.”
  
  Aloy gave a handshake afterwards to Kassandra. “This won’t be the last time we see each other, no matter what the director said.”
  
  “No, it certainly won’t.”
  
  “You have some form of contact, you guys? I’ll keep you guys‘ info in my Focus.
  
  “Corvo and Captain Price, thank you for everything you guys did to keep us all alive. If you guys are in town, keep in touch.”
  
  "As much as I've come to like you all… I think I've had enough world-hopping for one day. Besides, I have a daughter to get back to, and I wouldn't be surprised if she already held a royal funeral in my name." Corvo gave a respectful nod to each of his friends, and as one of the rare times, smiled at them. If old Samuel could see him now…
  
  “Been an honor, Corvo, something I can say for each of you. I’ve got my own world to look after, though, and we don’t know much about this whole… multiverse shit. Unless this happens again..” he held out his hand to Corvo for a shake. “Glad to have had you by my side.”
  
  "Likewise," he said, shaking his hand. "And if this did happen again, let's hope we don't end up with any more… disturbingly eccentric characters, like some tall creature with sirens for a head." An oddly specific example, but the first one he could think of.
  
  “That’s.. Specific, but I can’t say I disagree.”
  
  “But before I go home, I’m heading off to another adventure soon. Not sure what it’s going to be.”
  
  Once both the ladies were finished saying their goodbyes, Kassandra smiled at the two men, turning to dig into her inventory before pulling out a pair of misthios’ vambraces that she’d looted from her own fake body. These she offered to Corvo, the royal protector.
  
  
  
  
  “For you, royal protector. In the case you need arm bracers that will protect you like you did to us and those you love.” She humbly offered them with a slight bow.
  
  Corvo took them with a grateful nod. Though he probably wouldn't find any use for them, he figured that it was the thought that counted. Maybe Emily would like this as a birthday present? The thought made him smirk. For a moment he felt that he should give something in return, but the only things he was willing to give were crossbow bolts, which he doubted any of them would use, grenades, and health and mana elixir. The thought went way shortly.
  
  Sure, Kassandra knew he wouldn’t use them, and didn’t expect anything back from her comrde. As if she read his mind, she smirked right back at Corvo.
  
  “...Or they’ll make for some good decoration where you stay. Either way works.” Regardless, she turned her attention to Captain Price, finally pulling out the scarf that she’d offered to her companion way back when. She’d cleaned it up on the plane, so it wasn’t covered in blood nor Doc’s indication that she belonged to the Blues.
  
  “And this is for you, Captain Price. Can’t offer you anything that’ll help you in a fight, considering you probably won’t be relying on a bow or sword, but at the very least this should look good on you.” The Spartan, once more, extended her offer to the last companion she had.
  
  Price took it with a smile, giving her a nod. “Thanks, Kassandra.” He paused for a moment, then unwrapped his own scarf, holding it out for her. A trade, if you will. Or something to remember him by. “And, say ‘hi’ to Socrates for me, if it’s not too much trouble.”
  
  “Oh, if I tell Sokrates about this adventure, he’d go ballistic trying to use his Method to derive something out of this.” Kassandra’s smirk grew as she nodded, taking Price’s scarf before taking the button holding her own misthios’ scarf off. She replaced her scarf with Price’s, rebuttoning it on and looking down.
  
  
  “How do I look?”
  
  “Like a badass.”​
  
  “After what we’ve been through, I think we can all qualify ourselves as badasses.” The Ancient Greek nodded, adjusting Price’s scarf for a moment, before glancing at the portal. She offered handshakes at both Price and Corvo, then nodded once again.
  
  “I’ve gotta speak to the director. If you all have any last goodbyes to anyone, now’d probably be the best time to do so. But until then… Chaire, my friends and comrades.”
  
  The Captain shook her hand, “Goodbye, Kassandra. Aloy,” he held out his hand to shake hers as well. “Can’t imagine we’ll meet again, so good luck in that adventure of yours.”
  
  Aloy nodded, shaking Captain Price’s hand and smirks. “I doubt you’ll hear stories of our adventures back home, but who knows.”
  
  “Try not to die out there, eh?” Price said, to each of his new friends. He turned to the portal, a little hesitant to jump on through. He breathes a sigh of relief and finality, then marches onward toward the green mass. He steps through, disappearing from the odd world he fought through for the past who knows how long.
  
  Aloy sighed and nodded, as she walked toward the director and waved to the others before walking toward the portal, arriving home.
  

Part 2: Separate​

• Aloy
• Corvo
• Price

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  Ah, home was a bittersweet word for the Nora warrior as she stepped through the portal appearing where she was last seen. She walked toward her old destroyed house, there lay a body laid near a triangle shape as she walked forward, a little saddened. As she stopped, she rubbed the helmet and became sad seeing her dead mother’s name come up “Dr. Elizabeth Sobeck.”
  
  Her focus showed her mother's face as Aloy looked saddened. Her mother had saved the world and her.
  
  She bent down and lightly cried for the first time in years.
  
  In the back of her mind, she remembered her friends and her new friends, who wouldn’t like to see her cry like this. After a few hours, she pulled herself up and wiped the tears from her face, trying to brace herself for a new adventure coming.
  
  She took a breath as she hopped back on her mechanized horse, riding toward each of her friends' locations, visiting them for a short while and telling stories before the new adventure.
  
  
  The end… or IS IT?!​
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  “And so, having partnered with three other strangers from different worlds, your little venture comes to an end. Blood Gulch is essentially in ruins, and all of you have returned home. Tell me, Corvo, what’s your plan for when you appear in Dunwall Tower? Before your grieving daughter, who has already held the royal funeral for her loving father?”
  
  In an arch of smooth, black rock, fog rose, and in it was his bedroom. Everything was tidied up, and his daughter, Emily, placed a flower on the bed. She held her hands out in front of her, staring solemnly at where he once lay. Corvo scowled at the Outsider. “Why don’t we find out?”
  
  The black-eyed bastard smirked. “Until next spawning, old friend.”
  
  Void rock crumbled into pebbles, and Corvo’s vision darkened. The Outsider floated away before him, off into the empty abyss where hundreds of floating islands and the occasional whale orbited.
  
  Emily Kaldwin, while looking at Corvo’s old bed, would hear the floor creak behind her. In seconds, she pointed a sword at the intruder’s neck, but her snarl quickly softened. “Father?” she muttered, slowly lowering the blade. He removed the mask, making eye contact with her.
  
  “Explaining things would be… difficult, to say the least.”
  
  Emily felt Corvo’s cheek, confirming that it wasn’t some hallucination. “I… I saw you…”
  
  “You saw me get taken by the Outsider, and thrown into a twisted game of his.” Corvo went over to the drawer, where a painting of himself hung against the wall. “As for what’s going to happen, well… all of Dunwall thinks I’m dead, but not the masked assassin.” He looked back at his daughter, still dumbfounded on everything. Maybe she thought she was dreaming, but Corvo knew that would change in the future. He went over to the window and undid the latch, equipping the mask in the process. “Don’t look so flabbergasted. Being dead has its advantages, one that you as an empress can use.” With that, he quickly blinked out the tower, leaving Emily alone.
  
  In actuality, he didn’t feel ready to fully explain everything to Emily, hence the hasty retreat. He needed time to himself. Already, he found himself oddly missing the others, like the vicious Kassandra, or the battle-hardened Price, and the strong-willed Aloy. He was traveling to someplace where he felt able to do so, that certain place being the Hound Pits Pub. Even though Samuel was long gone, and it came under new management, nobody ever entered his former sleeping area.
  
  Then something odd entered his mind. He knew the black-eyed bastard was one to mess around, but he never lied about what would happen.
  
  
  So what the hell did he mean by “Until next spawning, old friend”?​
• 
  Price’s vision went black for a moment, but just as quickly, it was filled with entirely new light. He looked around, taking in his surroundings. “Fuckin’ hell.” A street, people walking by, giving him weird looks. Some made double-takes, like they didn’t see him until just then. Could also be due to the fact that he is decked out in his gear and equipment, which would certainly alarm any civilian around. The buildings were old and familiar, especially the one he found himself staring through the window of. That’s where he was taken.
  
  Not much time has passed. Laswell was in there, visibly confused. Hell, Price has no idea what it must have looked like, him disappearing in the tea shop. They were just talking about 141, and then… the pain started. Right, it’s coming back to him.
  
  The Brit checked himself, everything was fine. Cut on his cheek, face covered in dirt, a tad sore. Nothing new, nothing serious. Kassandra’s scarf in his hand, he tied it around his neck. He fixed it up a tad, making it comfortable. Well, at least it wasn’t just a bad dream. Or, maybe it should have been. He’s having trouble deciding.
  
  Price walked over to the door and entered the shop. The folks inside gave him the same weird looks, for more than one reason, quite likely. Laswell looked to him as well, just as confused.
  
  “Wha- John?”
  
  “Laswell.”
  
  “What the hell happened?”
  
  “Long fuckin’ story.” Price looked over to the table. “Tea still hot?”
  
  Explaining what just happened to him? Well. John’s got a long day ahead of him, to say the very least. He sat down, and beckoned her over, and she sat down as well. He’d much rather not tell anyone, the risk is too great. No one is close to developing that kind of tech, but knowing that it is possible to traverse the multiverse? The consequences of that alone. Not just that, but John isn’t planning on becoming anyone’s labrat.
  
  Laswell isn’t someone he wants to confide his information in, but he still needs to make sure she doesn’t try to involve anyone else.
  
  “I can’t tell you.”
  
  “Why not?”
  
  “Too dangerous. For more than one reason.”
  
  “I can find out. You know that.”
  
  “No, you can’t. This is beyond both of us, the CIA. Hell, it’s beyond everyone on this planet. It doesn’t involve Earth, and no threat is being posed to anyone on it.”
  
  “Why are you talking about the planet like that? Did you go offworld?” she asked, almost jokingly.
  
  “All you need to know is that it’s taken care of,” which didn’t seem very comforting for her. “And don’t bother involving anyone else. Only information in the world about what I just went through is in my head, and there’s bloody no way you’re getting it.”
  
  “Fine, John.”
  
  “We both know what’ll happen if you try.”
  
  “Yes, we do.”
  
  “Good. Now, where were we?” he sipped his tea, smirking. This won’t be the end of it, not by a longshot. But, it’s true, it won’t be to anyone’s advantage to try and get to Price’s head. For now, at least, Laswell won’t be an issue. Down the line? Well, he’ll just have to see. “Right, 141.”
  
  Living on with the memory of Blood Gulch, of Sidewinder, the ringworld. The memories of Kassandra, Aloy, and Corvo, and all the idiots that they got stuck with. Going forward will be.. interesting, to say the least. There’s a part of him that wishes at least to operate with those badasses again. Wonders, those four can do together. It was on a level higher than what he’s ever done, it was exhilarating. But, he knows he has his responsibilities here, and those come first.
  
  Besides, who knows what could happen next? He just might get the chance to fight assholes with them again. If there is one thing he’s learned from that whole mess-
  
  
  Price looks down to his scarf, then back to Laswell.
  
  Anything is possible at this point.​

Part 2.5: The Lone Spartan​

• Kassandra
• Status

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  With everyone else finally having left, Kassandra was the only one out of the “competent” Blues left alone. The Spartan sighed, this time not out of relief but out of sadness. Her smile was replaced by a slight frown as she slowly walked over to the Director, Ikaros still on her shoulder as she tried to push her other three companions out of her mind. It was hard to do, but she forced her thoughts down for a few moments in favor of a more professional, emotionless appearance of a misthios. It sure as shit wasn’t like her to be that way, but the warrior had sometimes been forced to adopt such a demeanor- if only for a few moments- so she could get through tough times and decisions. This was one of those times.
  
  “Ahem…” The brunette cleared her throat to get the Director’s attention. She didn’t exactly know where to start for once, so she decided to skip the small talk and just get to the point.
  
  “I believe I was told that I would be repaid for my… efforts-” The word sounded wrong, and her frown deepened at the poor word choice on her end- “by some sort of ancient armor. Washington promised me that, at least,” She quickly added so she didn’t sound like she was trying to swindle the Director.
  
  “...So I’d like to ask for that now, unless you just so happen to have drachmae lying around.”
  
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  Physical Status: Healthy
  Mental Status: Saddened
  Ikaros Status: With Kassandra
  Location: Project Freelancer Base
  Team: Blue
  Mentions: In Tabs
  Acquired Equipment: Sniper Rifle, Pistol, Throwing Knives, Grenades, Sticky Grenades, Spear of Leonidas, Paris’ Bow, Hero Sword, Dagger of Kronus, Aloy’s Arrows, Price’s Scarf
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The Director would glance down towards Lucky as he approached, lifting an eyebrow in confusion. The elderly, southern man would listen to his plea, a confused look on his face.

"Well, son, if it's your emotions that you want fixed, then that would not involve alterations to your heart. It would require intense meddling with your brain. And, while I would normally be more than happy to oblige your request," He gestured to the portal with his hand. "Well, I'm using up what little resources I have to keep this here portal maintained. And, I know you may not feel as if you have a home to go back to, but the rest of these people do. And, because of that, I'm afraid that I can not oblige your request." The Director replied solemnly as he slowly shook his head. Then, Lealan approached, and The Director replied, "Your copy was destroyed back in Blood Gulch Outpost Alpha. Even if there was anything left to salvage from it, you are all long past returning to that place, I'm afraid." Then, as Kendall started laughing like a maniac, Kassandra had approached him.

"Yes, yes... I am aware of the promise Agent Washington made to you. Come with me," The Director said as he began to walk down one of the nearby halls, motioning for Kassandra to follow. He led her down a long, thin corridor, which was lit only by dim, flickering lights. Eventually, they reached a door that was similar to the one at the front of the base. "F.I.L.L.I.S., please open the doors to the vault. Authorization code: Allison."

"Authorization granted." The same female, the robotic voice from earlier said, prompting the doors to slide right open. As The Director and Kassandra stepped through, she would be led into a dark room, which was illuminated by dozens of small lights lined across the ground. Though, without a doubt, the first and only thing that caught Kassandra's eye was the centerpiece of the room:

"Before you is the M374 Haphaestus Combat Suit. You may recall that this was the same armor that Agent Maine wore before you blew him to hell." The Director said coldly, his hands cupped behind his back. Bringing one arm up, he motioned it forward. "Feel free to take this here armor as your... compensation for your efforts. When you put it on, the outer color will change to any of your choosing. Its features include enhanced speed, enhanced strength, enhanced protection, a hardlight shield, a motion tracker, and active camouflage. The... original model that The Meta required wore required A.I. for it to properly function, but these issues have since been sorted out. It's the only suit left of its kind, so I'd suggest you take good care of it."

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Monkey D. Luffy

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The time has come for Luffy to return back to his world and the bloodshed and drama that he has been through have come to a close but there is something that he wants to say before he leaves.

"Well, this is it... It has been a fun adventure for me and I hope everyone is feeling the same way too! I no longer feel saddened nor angry and that is because we can all go home thanks to everyone who helped me in accomplishing their goals! I am looking for the legendary One Piece in order to become the next Pirate King just so that you are unaware of it! All I can say is to keep that smile and don't be too afraid when there is danger ahead! I won't be able to see everyone's faces again but it will remain in my heart forever! Now I can make my crewmates happy again and make up the mistakes I did earlier! It's not good to steal someone's food and I hope you won't have the same mistake that I have done before! Thank you, everyone, for your support and that goes for you too, Mr. Rabbit! I'm glad that you're happy for me! Well, I should get going! Goodbye, everyone!" He finally went through the portal which leads to returning back to his world.

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Without a moment to consider, Luffy's crewmates have appeared with a worried facial expression meaning that they are aware that he has been kidnapped.

"Luffy!" One of his crewmates said in unison as they haven't seen Luffy for a long time.

"I'm sorry that I have eaten your food without your permission! I will be less selfish from now on!" Luffy said as he apologized.

"Hey, guys! There's more food in the barrel!" Chopper said as he discovered something inside the barrel.

"Really?" Luffy asked in amazement as he smelled the food that is coming from the barrel.

"No! You idiot!" A few of his crewmates said angrily in unison as Luffy's selfish acts have emerged again.

Luffy's adventure to find the legendary One Piece has continued...

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Raven (Rachel Roth)

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Raven smiled at Vitan and Lilith. "Well, I think this is goodbye... It has been a great journey for me and you helped me along the way. Lilith, there's something that I want to give you before I came here... Hold on a second..." She gave Lilith a new notebook as a gift.

"A brand new notebook... I bought it at the store but I haven't used it for a while so I thought that you might use it when you run out of paper..." She said happily.

She then turned to Vitan who also wants to give her a gift. "Oh yeah, as for you, Vitan, there's something I want to give you..." She gave Vitan a good luck charm.

"This is meant to keep you safe when you are in a very bad situation... Just a heads up that this won't last you for a long time as it expires within a year... I hope you like it..." She said.

Finally, it is time for Raven to leave. With enough gifts to give out, she waved goodbye before entering the portal.

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Raven is now in front of the Titans Tower, the headquarter of Teen Titans, a team that she is a part of.

She took the elevator to the living room which is where her friends are before her disappearance. She is then met with a surprise. Robin, the leader of Teen Titans, Starfire, Cyborg and Beast Boy is so happy to see her coming back.

"Raven!" One of them said in shock.

"You guys..." Raven's eyes widen in shock and then smiled.

This is the end of her story...

 

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Lucky momentarily unchained himself from the Staff's spell as the Director finally answered his call. This was it! The disease he had would be cured! Lucky stood proud, like he was waiting for a medal to be slapped on his chest.

"...And, because of that, I'm afraid that I can not oblige your request."

"W-what?!" Lucky's heart dropped. "Then where am I supposed to go?! Me house is gone by now! Not that I would survive back in me old home anyway! Hell, I won't survive anywhere else like this! There's nothing left for me anywhere!" He shouted after the Director as he departed with Kassandra. "I can wait for this portal to close! We can negotiate! Wait up!" It was too late. They'd left him behind for some bullshit with armor. Lucky was left bristling. There as only one song that would be playing in his head now:



Kass's deal with Washington could be fulfilled, sure. But, when all was said and done, Lucky had done all this shit, and gotten fucked up past any chance of surviving back in his old place, and lost everything he ever fought so mercilessly to obtain,

For.

Fucking.

Free.

"All that work, for NOTHING!?!" He growled and spat. "So that's it, huh?! I just get abandoned once I've outlived me usefulness? I'm just expected to drift through space? With a soft-ass, weak heart? Nothing in return?" He was shivering with pure rage. "I'm just stranded on this rock in shit creek without a paddle, huh?!" He was snorting like a bull, and he could feel his Paw o' Death charging. If he didn't come back here, RIGHT NOW, and promise Lucky that he'd come up with something, EVERYBODY LEFT was seeing where Meta went! AND HE'D GO LAST!

Then, there was a miracle.

Lucky just breathed.

The song faded out.

No...He promised these boys that he liked them. But they weren't useful to him anymore. And he wasn't useful to them. So, seriously, what was he to do now? No friends, no rage, no home...He was stranded in the aftermath of a war he wanted fuck all to do with in the first place.

Maybe he should have taken Toffee's offer after all...

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Lealan cancels the staffs effects, the crystal and glow around them slowly fades. "Heeeeeeeey. Are you forgetting ssssomeone Ssssilly Rabbit? If your house is gone, I can help you build one! Oooooooor the option to join my crew sssssstill remains." She holds a hand out for him to take, or crawl up, whatever his choice is. "And if you really want to, we can sssssstart a hunt for Toffee, after all, he owes me aswell."
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Lucky's ears drooped. Rex was gone, Megumin was gone, Lana was dead...He really had no choice, unless he would suddenly, magically like the idea of being stranded here for all eternity. "All right, lassie, let's move. Show me the ropes." He grumbled, as he climbed the Floran's shoulder. "Fuckin' asshole causes me lose to me house, doesn't even want to negotiate me payment...Bah, that staff will just have to do." Until he could find a permanent solution, anyhow. He just didn't feel that the staff would satisfy him for very long. Not if he would feel intervals of remorse or caring in between. "Oh, wait! Me shit. Well, Lana's shit." He hopped off, grabbed his whole kit-caboodle, then returned to Lealan's shoulder. Well actually, seeing as the body was worthless, he shoved it out and left the syringes bundled up in the cape. "Lost me sense of individuality for nothin'." He grunted, as he gazed at his clone one more time.

If the two would step through the portal, a feeling of uncertainty would wash over them. Would the portal let them walk through together, and end up in the same place?

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As Lealan walked through the portal, a faint blue glow began to envelop her and Lucky. A smile stretches across her face as S.A.I.L.'s voice reaches her. "Confirm. Teleport of Captain Lealan Deathweed plus one. Welcome back Captain."


"Sssssuccess then?"
The inside of Lealan's ship is a cold Metallic Grey, at least for the first room. As she strolls out to the main room and past another full of random machines, it looks like the area is full of miscellaneous things she has looted throughout her travels. it looks like the most random kind of museum in history. The Wall has a section where pain has been sprayed on the wall in a seemingly random manor. There are other machines and stations littered around the room, and a spot to drop down through the floor to a lower level. "Isn't this a nice sssship?" She mutters, before slowly looking to her shoulder, hoping that it actually worked and she would see the Red Rabbit there.
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Lucky held on tight. This was it. This was the moment of truth. If this portal failed, he would...Geez, where would he be? Stranded in space? Warped to a random place? Being shipped to his burned-out house would be the best case scenario. "Please work, please work. Please. Work..." He felt his cells be gently discombobulated, and rearranged, then reorganized...Or however portal travel worked. Maybe his nerves were just having a dance party to celebrate no longer having to work twice as hard as usual. His chest was pounding. Everything depended on this...

"Welcome back, Captain."

Lucky's eyes shot open, and he immediately needed to check himself all over. Paw o' Death? Check. Spare pistol? Check. Both ears? Check. Tail? Check. Lana's dress? Check. Cape full of syringes? It was probably the least important if he lost those, but check.

Though Lucky was grateful, the ship kind of...Clashed with his idea of what a pirate ship looked like. Or maybe he just needed to expand his palette to different forms of ships, he didn't know. Such clutter, he could get lost for ages in all this shit if he wasn't careful. Regardless, it worked. Lucky had a new home, a brand new base of operations. "Heh...It worked. The gods were kind to me." He chucked dryly, sighing and relaxing. Maybe the multiverse gods did have some sense of mercy after all. In fact, Lucky's glow was a bit prolonged compared to Lealan's, and gradually washed over him before stopping entirely. "I wonder what that was..." He mumbled.

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