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"Stop... it..." Agent 3 muttered - and when the sounds of ripping flesh sounded out, the Inkling's expression and mood only soured. In that instant, she peeked one of her legs out from the puddle of ink and booted the rat out from under the bed, and instead to one of the walls. Needless to say, she was terrified. After that was done, or at least an attempt, she retracted her exposed leg.
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(Blake, Ciri)"Price...?" Megumin held her head up, then looked at their Price. "John, was Chloe related to you?" She sucked in her breath. "Please say 'no'..."
"Oh! H-hi..." Megumin frowned and fiddled with her fingers. "Hello, don't be afraid, we're the heroes. Urm...do you know anything about the master of this house?"
"Woah...That's where we go?" Suddenly, being condemned to an eternal game of Whacked! with Van Tastic didn't sound so bad compared to an afterlife where you were left to be devoured. Lucky, having digested the Monokuma incident, looked over Orbeck's shoulder to read about the Darkness incident. "Sheesh, maybe that's where everyone involved in this 'Monokuma' incident went. Here, check it out. It was some kind of death game, pretty fucked up." The fact that this "Monokuma" was still roaming around made him glad to have gone to Lealan, and then Mismakora instead of The Cape.Leo, who had been in the living room off to the side, rose his hands into the air whenever Ash had entered the room, waving her gun around. "H-hey!" The young adult exclaimed, trembling slightly as she aimed the gun directly towards his forehead. "We're not hostile! W-we're part of the Multiverse Protection Foundation!" He paused again, sweat trembling from his forehead as he took a large gulp. "C-Can you put the gun down... please?"
"Well, right now we're trying to figure out where the hell we are and how the hell we're supposed to get out of said place," Jason replied to Jett with a small shrug. "What were you two doing here, though?" He asked, before turning to the other two who had been kidnapped-- Dennis and Kanon. "Same with the two of you."
The file Orbeck had picked up read the following:
The Dark Place was recently discovered by our top scientists as another realm of the Multiverse entirely, similar to the Twilight Realm. It's a place that houses a large number of the Multiverse's demons without them even realizing it. It's believed that this is also where people across the Multiverse go when they die, though this theory has yet to be sufficiently tested.
However, after enough research, we managed to find a way to access the Dark Place. We sent several operatives into it-- though none of them came back alive. The remains of one of them, one Hiyori Iki, was found by a drone unit that took reconnaissance upon their lack of return. The lower half of her body was missing, while the other half was severely burned. Half of her face had been completely torn off, the bite around her jaw suggesting she may have been devoured alive. Or at least partially.
Further evaluation needed.
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Byakuya, meanwhile, could be found in the living room, staring out of the window pensively, with his arms folded under his chest. The last note on the laptop, on the other hand, was rather short compared to the others. In fact, only one single, four-letter word was printed on it. In all caps, in the largest font possible.
INRI
Megumin gazed at Blake worriedly, continuing to shiver. "We...what if we're in even more danger than we thought?" Her head was spinning, preventing her eyes from looking straight forward. The MPF, the group who rescued her after she was left to die alone and powerless, the home of two of the most loving people she'd ever met...liars? No, no, this couldn't be all of them. Samus wouldn't keep a secret if she felt it was urgent, and Mao Mao's Hero Code certainly shamed dishonesty. "Mr. Fury must have a good reason. Maybe he didn't want us investigating on our own. B-but...any one of these incidents could have been our friends, our family..." Hell, she didn't even know that Kazuma was part of the Gravity Falls Incident before they departed. What if they were involved in more of these incidents while she was gone? Would she come home to find that Kazuma had been slaughtered in a brutal fashion due to circumstances happening behind her back? Would she see a feast celebrating her return, or a funeral? "Does Nick just...not want our sympathies to hold us back?" Her brain sputtered and twisted itself trying to rationalize it, resulting in an archmage who just...knelt there, her pupils dilated and stuck to the wall.ʙʟᴀᴋᴇ ʙᴇʟʟᴀᴅᴏɴɴᴀ
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They had reached the source of the screaming, which was coming from two girls in a bedroom that were tied up to a chair. Entering the room, questions were thrown their way and Blake took it upon herself to look around. Her eyes caught upon the sight of the laptop and she went over to look at it alongside the girl that looked like a squid. Seeing the note about an experiment, Blake looked back at Arthur who followed them. “Arthur, over here.”
As they continued to read, being a bit shocked by the footage, she heard Chucky mention something about a man with blonde hair and sunglasses being the one to lock him up in the attic. Whoever this man was, was he also responsible for these experiments? Megumin came over and brought Chucky along with her, the second to last note making her think. Whatever experiments this man seemed to be performing on people were obviously not great, but why were they doing these experiments? She gathered that they were being experimented with viruses, but why?
Yang pulled her out of her thoughts as she yelled, making Blake look in her direction to see vines trying to grab her. “Yang!” Before she could load her weapon with fire dust rounds and help Weiss with freeing Yang, Lucky came to the rescue with a flamethrower. Luckily, the house didn’t catch on fire but now there were two more people yelling, this time being men. Putting Gambol Shroud away, she went back to the laptop. While some people left, she stayed and continued to look at the laptop until she heard something about research notes from B.J., so she went over to him and Megumin, motioning Arthur to follow.
Once she started to read them, she saw the files near the bottom and her eyes widened. Why were files that were suppose to be with the MPF and only the MPF here? What she saw next made her eyes widen even more, seeing more files of incidents that weren’t even kept at the MPF.
Why were these here? Once she read the ones that were already read so far, they seemed to be incidents that weren’t kept on the record. If they were recorded, then why weren’t these at The Cape with the rest of the incident reports? It didn’t make any sense... unless...
The MPF didn’t want anyone else knowing about these, even the high ranking members. These incidents obviously happened, but from the looks of it, they wanted to cover up the incidents and say that they never happened. But once she saw the list of those fallen that they didn’t even know about... she looked at Arthur, her hands balling up into fists.
“Arthur... they kept these from us. I read through all the files at the base, but these? They wanted to cover this up, even covering up deaths from those in some of these incidents and keeping these as their own little secrets. How many more incidents did they keep from us? How many more of these are in this cabin, if there even is any more?! And just how many more secrets do they have that were kept from us?!”
Really... this was reminding her of when they found out the truth about Ozpin and Salem. And it hurt. Yeah, the MPF might have been a little bit sketchy, but covering up incidents? Covering up deaths? She had to wonder just how many more secrets were being kept from them, from all of them? Picking up the Evaline Incident file, she began to read through that one to see what was in it and see what other secrets were kept from them.
"Huh?!" Megumin was snapped out of the trance, if only for a minute, by Lealan. She watched Agent Penguin and Lillith's attempts at cracking the code fail, then remembered her rubber duck. Numeric, six-digit...it seemed to fit the bill. "Lealan, try '011648'!""Shit." Lealan looks at the panel, looking for wear on the buttons, maybe that will reveal which are pressed the most often, and narrow down the password. Even so, she leans back and shouts to the house. "HEY! ANYBODY FIND A PASSWORD OF SORTS? IT WOULD BE NUMERIC, SIX DIGITS. NO IDEA IF THEY REPEAT OR NOT"
Lucky felt his heart swelling up with rage. "So not only is Toffee a twisted, apathetic snake, he's also racist." He spat and trembled, wishing that Toffee would come through the closet just so he could rip him limb from limb. "Fuckin' assholes, tricking us into thinkin' they're the friend and the foe at the same time. How many universes have they fucked with?"The dead rat near Agent 3 began to twitch even more violently, as a high pitched noise could be heard coming from its body. Whatever was moving around inside of it was moving around even faster now, as if it was trying to escape...
Leo, meanwhile, had gasped a little when Sage placed an arm in front of him. Smiling a bit at Sage's protective nature, even after all that had happened, Leo merely nodded in response and placed a hand on the other teen's shoulder. He nodded slowly, trying to reaffirm to him that everything was still okay.
The Mewni Incident had been picked up next, and its contents read:
The Mewni Incident is where we believe Toffee got into contact with the mysterious group known as The Shareholders. Not much is known about The Shareholders, other than their motivation of "buying out" universes, as it were. They play both sides of the fight, offering villains the ability to cause more Multiverse-wide incidents, and then offering heroes the means to stop them, all for a fee. They rule through economics, and when that doesn't work, they use force.
We managed to trace the origins of one of their higher members, who only goes by Toffee, to a realm known as Mewni. There, we attempted to find out everything we could about him. According to the monarch of the kingdom, known as the Butterflies, Toffee was once a radicalist in the war between two races: Mewmans and Monsters. He defected from his monster clan and murdered the acting queen in cold blood as an act of what can only be assumed was revenge.
Sometime after, through currently unknown means, he managed to contact The Shareholders. Having been monitoring his moves for a while, they offered him a position on the board of directors, where he sits to this day. One of Toffee's first acts of power against Mewmi was the destruction of its kingdom and exile of the Butterfly family. With this now being an act against The Multiverse, we attempted to send our forces into Mewni to stop Toffee's bloodshed, but they were dealt with by The Shareholders in no time at all.
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Leo, who had been in the living room off to the side, rose his hands into the air whenever Ash had entered the room, slamming open the door. "H-hey!" The young adult exclaimed, trembling slightly as she when he noticed she was armed. "We're not hostile! W-we're part of the Multiverse Protection Foundation!"
"Well, right now we're trying to figure out where the hell we are and how the hell we're supposed to get out of said place," Jason replied to Jett with a small shrug. "What were you two doing here, though?" He asked, before turning to the other two who had been kidnapped-- Dennis and Kanon. "Same with the two of you."
The file Orbeck had picked up read the following:
The Dark Place was recently discovered by our top scientists as another realm of the Multiverse entirely, similar to the Twilight Realm. It's a place that houses a large number of the Multiverse's demons without them even realizing it. It's believed that this is also where people across the Multiverse go when they die, though this theory has yet to be sufficiently tested.
However, after enough research, we managed to find a way to access the Dark Place. We sent several operatives into it-- though none of them came back alive. The remains of one of them, one Hiyori Iki, was found by a drone unit that took reconnaissance upon their lack of return. The lower half of her body was missing, while the other half was severely burned. Half of her face had been completely torn off, the bite around her jaw suggesting she may have been devoured alive. Or at least partially.
Further evaluation needed.
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Byakuya, meanwhile, could be found in the living room, staring out of the window pensively, with his arms folded under his chest. The last note on the laptop, on the other hand, was rather short compared to the others. In fact, only one single, four-letter word was printed on it. In all caps, in the largest font possible.
INRI
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They had reached the source of the screaming, which was coming from two girls in a bedroom that were tied up to a chair. Entering the room, questions were thrown their way and Blake took it upon herself to look around. Her eyes caught upon the sight of the laptop and she went over to look at it alongside the girl that looked like a squid. Seeing the note about an experiment, Blake looked back at Arthur who followed them. “Arthur, over here.”
As they continued to read, being a bit shocked by the footage, she heard Chucky mention something about a man with blonde hair and sunglasses being the one to lock him up in the attic. Whoever this man was, was he also responsible for these experiments? Megumin came over and brought Chucky along with her, the second to last note making her think. Whatever experiments this man seemed to be performing on people were obviously not great, but why were they doing these experiments? She gathered that they were being experimented with viruses, but why?
Yang pulled her out of her thoughts as she yelled, making Blake look in her direction to see vines trying to grab her. “Yang!” Before she could load her weapon with fire dust rounds and help Weiss with freeing Yang, Lucky came to the rescue with a flamethrower. Luckily, the house didn’t catch on fire but now there were two more people yelling, this time being men. Putting Gambol Shroud away, she went back to the laptop. While some people left, she stayed and continued to look at the laptop until she heard something about research notes from B.J., so she went over to him and Megumin, motioning Arthur to follow.
Once she started to read them, she saw the files near the bottom and her eyes widened. Why were files that were suppose to be with the MPF and only the MPF here? What she saw next made her eyes widen even more, seeing more files of incidents that weren’t even kept at the MPF.
Why were these here? Once she read the ones that were already read so far, they seemed to be incidents that weren’t kept on the record. If they were recorded, then why weren’t these at The Cape with the rest of the incident reports? It didn’t make any sense... unless...
The MPF didn’t want anyone else knowing about these, even the high ranking members. These incidents obviously happened, but from the looks of it, they wanted to cover up the incidents and say that they never happened. But once she saw the list of those fallen that they didn’t even know about... she looked at Arthur, her hands balling up into fists.
“Arthur... they kept these from us. I read through all the files at the base, but these? They wanted to cover this up, even covering up deaths from those in some of these incidents and keeping these as their own little secrets. How many more incidents did they keep from us? How many more of these are in this cabin, if there even is any more?! And just how many more secrets do they have that were kept from us?!”
Really... this was reminding her of when they found out the truth about Ozpin and Salem. And it hurt. Yeah, the MPF might have been a little bit sketchy, but covering up incidents? Covering up deaths? She had to wonder just how many more secrets were being kept from them, from all of them? Picking up the Evaline Incident file, she began to read through that one to see what was in it and see what other secrets were kept from them.
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Ciri had in the living room this entire time, staying near a wall by herself while everyone else was busy with screaming people. Of course, she wasn’t alone, Leo was there but she doubted that he liked her after what happened earlier, so she didn’t even bother trying to make conversation. It was somewhat peaceful until a woman slammed the cabin door open, coming in believing them to be hostiles.
Immediately, her hand flew up to her sword’s handle as Leo tried to ask her to put her weapon down which made Ciri speak up again for the second time in a row. “Put your weapon down and we can talk about this peacefully. And correct me if I’m wrong, but you just got here, right? Are you from this world or did you just get here from somewhere else?”
BenreyRaising a brow about the sweater, he was about to say something relating to not doing anything with the sweater, but then Lucky....... Lucky became so swole and buff, it might even put his own transformation’s muscles to shame. But it was too awkward to say anything, as the muscular form of Lucky left the room, and decided to go where the others are, whcih we’re looking at files, to which he raised a brow as they looked at many strange incidents that happened with the MPF, to which he shrugged and decided to pick a random file and began to read it’s details.
GretarThis old man would have continued sleeping, for even much longer, but if he didn’t have the mentality of a veteran warrior, and was still very active person, so he heard someone breached into the house, he instinctively got up, his hammer out and got into a fighting position, only to see it wasn’t a threat and just another new person. He still had his hand in his weapon, like Ciri, and waited until the situation was cleared in order to react accordingly.
Alexis question had instantly been met with the shaking of his downcast head.
"I'm sure.", he had barely muttered under his breath, as if solely giving a response was too much effort. Surely the risk involved was not worth it, "I doubt he'll want to see me anyway."
"No one does and I don't really blame them."
Though hearing that he was 'worth too much' to stay quiet was... odd and confusing. Was he really? What kind of worth would a menace playing hero even have? Patchwork hero; Created from childhood dreams, defiance before fate and an escape from the harsh hopeless truth. Junk-made hero; Never meant to last, put together from broken pieces in a despairing need to feel whole. It was no wonder that he was crumbling. No matter how much one lied to themselves, eventually, reality would mercilessly strike and bring down anything without a firm foundation. And how did you even build anything long-term by being alone?
Not long after, their predicament with the fusebox and wires would be solved by Megumin, resulting in the opening of their path forwards, to which Jason had congratulated the Missy for. He would have said something too in his normal state, perhaps pat her on the head too, however, it wasn't how he currently felt, so it was nothing more than a little thought. Following closely behind the Kitsune, Sage had his grip on Leo's clothing still, --having held again as soon as they had reached the new world--, to the point one could hardly tell which of the two was guiding or being guided. If Leo went anywhere, the pyromancer wasn't letting go and being dragged with; If the opposite was true, he expected the same reaction from the other. It would continue to be like that unless a complaint about the dynamic was shared.
Their new location turned out to be a wood cabin? The aesthetic was very rural, surely like something the Dahu Clan might enjoy, but the Descendant would be lying if he didn't admit that he found the familiar sight of both wooden slabs on the ground and planks on the walls welcome. Despite how messy the beams overhead seemed to be... Didn't those logs make you feel like they were about to fall on your head? When it came to the Pa Kua, however, things got a bit... odd.
The mix of kitchen and living room area made it impossible to pinpoint a command position. One would be both directed to the counter at one side or the couch on the opposite end of the room, it felt a bit overwhelming to look at. Wood was the Element of both the Family and Prosperity quadrants, circles and squares added Metal, Spirituality; And Earth, Creativity. But out of everything, there was a strange surplus of dark tones, strong browns and black, which indicated... Work? Why would an environment catered towards being lived in for extended periods of time be so, strongly tied to the Work quadrant?? Was it actually someone else's workspace?
On the spirit of staying out of the way, Sage had remained by the staircase after everyone had entered and gone out and about. The logic was that well, since they had come from upstairs and there was nothing there, no one would be looking to go back any soon. As such, he just watched as the others scattered and explored, standing next to the wall and still gripping on Leo. Even if he thought multiple times that he could help with something, the thought of having to remove the armlet, the only thing available as a failsafe, to use his powers just made him anxious and fearful. Once or twice, the pyromancer had directed his gaze at his best friend, as if trying to say something, but his hesitancy kept robbing opportunities to be useful. 'It was best like this', is what he kept telling himself, as he watched Yang get the note in the fireplace and Lucky burn the vines quite later on.
Just as during his childhood, he felt the need for permission to even take the relic out.
Everyone knew the risks, it was their choice to abide by them or not. Making the decision for them would be quite selfish.
From his standing position, the many happenings merely got spared glances before the young man would go back to being downcast. Even the weird video in the television had been looked at for a second, and then cast aside as uninteresting. The phone call had certainly been weird though... Did anyone even know they were here? Wherever 'here' was supposed to be?
Sage had been considering joining the big hammer guy by the couch after the area had been left in silence again, when his own communicator seemed to ring next... Wait, what? But they were all in the same place, weren't them? What kind of happening in a different room could even warrant a call?? And why him instead of the more stable and competent people???
A fleeting thought considering ignoring the call had come by, and yet the dread that it might be actually extremely important did not let it go. Amidst all the anxiety and doubt, the pyromancer had failed to realize that the tone had been in reality, short and brief, panicking a bit once he had finally worked the courage to pick the device up and it was no longer ringing. Fighting the flaps of the communicator with very erratic movements, with the holographic screen finally in sight, the tone's true nature would sink in; And with it, a huge relieved sigh. Okay, so it wasn't urgent after all! Seeesh he didn't even know these things could receive written messages instead of live calls! ...Though he should have probably anticipated it.
Passed the panic, it was time for... confusion. The sender wasn't anyone that he recognized, not even by name if it was written anywhere as 'Rick Sanchez', the sewer group had only heard of the man but not met with him. So, Sage had no idea of what this person would want with him. Still, mostly out of respect, he read what was written, cautiously. The contents of the message were rather simple: Advice. Oddly convenient advice, suggesting a blend on both of his approaches thus far. But what was the most unusual had been the ending of it, where he had been addressed to by 'Sey'. The realization causing him to widen his eyes at the communicator.
There were only two people for who the nickname had stuck. One of them was Lucy, the creator of it, who only had his dead cellphone's number and would be unable to meet with him off-world. And then the other one was-
"H-Hershel?!", stating the name out-loud, the pyromancer had jerked his head up suddenly, frantically looking around as if searching for a camera, "Can you see me??", obviously, there was no answer.
Had the cleric been watching them? More importantly, for how long had he been watching?? Had he- Had he seen the Take-Over? Sure, if you excluded Lucy who had interacted with It first-hand, Hershel had been the other one to know. Know, but not yet witness it... The thought of having all his failures and shortcomings observed from a distance, by someone he cared about, was... disconcerting. The other was definitely worried, that was proxy. But, was he disappointed? Did he too, think that the young man had bitten a lot more than he could chew? The advice was welcome, if not presenting a dilemma as it expected him to step into unknown territory and figure stuff on the go.
"As always, you make everything sound so... easy...", Sage had muttered at his communicator before at last putting the flaps back down and pocketing the device with a heavy sigh.
From here on, the Descendant had still remained by the side, but rather than the emotionless, uninterested expression he had been wearing towards everything, he had clear painful apprehension on his face. Caught on the act or not act dilemma, he kept watching the happenings unfold before him, always tense, troubled, dealing with a mental Tug o' War. He didn't know what to do, or what he could even do, or if he should do anything. But more importantly, he didn't know whether the others would mind if he did something.
Leo had already made his position very clear, he wasn't leaving, no matter the risks, no matter how afraid the pyromancer might be of the consequences. It was the other's choice to stay. But the rest of the group had never decided such a thing... If he approached them, he had no guarantee that they'd be safe. Even if the majority knew what to watch for, even when they had said it would be okay... Would it really??
How many of them were in actuality, also scared? How many of them were secretly unhappy?
An unknown voice calling for his name, would prompt him to look for the source, his cappuccino brown gaze eventually landing towards where Yang and Megumin had gone, then Jason. Having stuck to the living room together with Leo, that was as far as he had gotten, instead, watching as Lealan found a secret panel by accident. Every new gunshot had gotten him to flinch back on himself, further and further. But hey, at least nothing had caught on fire this time! The armlet was starting to hurt a bit, so he had been forced to calm down once it was over.
Then after 10 or so minutes, two new voices would start shouting from a door Sage had just assumed to be a cleaning closet... Wait, how many rooms did this place even have?? Why was it so big??? Before anyone else could make a move, however, Jason had already come back to assess the situation. Whoever lives in this cabin likes to tie up people... This is, not good.
The rescued one's names are apparently Dennis and Kanon, one more formal, the second one more casual like him. As much as Kanon sounded like a fun dude, the pyromancer could only grimace from a distance at the prospect of having yet, more people to warn about the Take-Over. And just... his volatile powers altogether. As if it hadn't been difficult enough to open the game the first time.
Hopefully, this was when Alexis would be back, to which, he hadn't even realized she was gone given everything. Her approach did accuse Magical Detection, as usual, dragging him out of any trail of thought he had been in at the moment.
Unfortunately, the answer to her question was... not the best.
"...I honestly don't know...", he had lowered his gaze in a mix of dejection and shame while letting out a sigh, "I don't know what to do, neither if I should do anything. It's all too dangerous and I can't even remember what I wanted. I mean, I wanted to help people and that, I think hasn't changed... But everything else is filled with uncertainty and I just feel like curling into a ball and staying like that forever."
"How can I help others when I can't even help myself?"
He had been about to sigh again when yet a new person had kicked the door open, --despite all previous efforts to do so being ineffective--, and wouldn't you know it? The woman has a gun! The combination of surprise, apprehension and distaste suddenly spiked and with his eyes flashing a firey orange, the fire burning in the fireplace grows a bit taller for an instant, ragging more furiously. Three new people? Oh no, make that five as more two seemed to appear coming from a room to the back. W-why?? Maybe someone else would like to cover the explanations for him this time? This was already making him anxious!
Seeing Leo raise his hands up in the air, Sage couldn't help but feel protective towards his best friend, placing an arm in front of the other to block any passage and locking his gaze on the newcomer. His head whipped towards the armlet with erratic breaths, it was also a bit too tight again. The gun went down, so maybe he wouldn't have to prepare a barrier this time...
"Just as he said...", the pyromancer had started with caution, still watching for the woman's movements, "We're the good guys, trying to piece together why we've been sent here and what all of this means... I'm Sage, Sage Kaelber and this is Leo.", he cocked his head towards the other teen, "And the angry one is Jason.", unlike last time he seem to bother to introduce everyone that he knew, not even the Kitsune. Alexis would probably prefer to introduce herself anyways, "What about you?"
He remained noticeably tense, gaze locking onto the position of the gun as soon as he had been done talking.
Hopefully, this would calm everyone's nerves down a little?
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" Kanon laughs nervously, breaking slight sweat as he puts away his iPad for now.
But hopefully it's not too far coming from the lab."
" Kanon says rubbing his chin out of curiosity. Knowing the Mathematical talent of his friend, Dennis lifts up the files to give to Kanon to check out to see if he could figure it out. "You're so smart, ain't you? Let's see if you could really out that Mathematical mind to the test, Mr. Latt my friend. You could atleast return the favor right after they risked saving our behinds."
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"Welp! I'm naked and I'm thirsty! Run them potions for me, please! If it kills me, so be it! My life was pretty trash anyways!" Captain Falcon grabs a potion, shakes it, pops it open, and drinks
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