Enter the Cosmos

(I will add a picture later. please for the love of god do not make fun of me.)

Dib Membrane

Dib felt extremely uncomfortable as the fancy suited man examined his head. He was getting really sick of the head jokes... Dib decided he did not want a sticker anymore and just wanted to leave... now.
''I regret this decision more than anything I have ever done... Karako please for the love of god help m-"
Dib stopped himself as he watched Karako leave the building. With no hope left, a single tear rolled down Dib's face... It was a manly tear.

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Jason let out a sigh in response to Odessa. He remembered a time when he was like that... acting impulsive and out of pure anger. Sure, his impulse never put any actual children in danger, but still. "Look, I know that your impulse is bad, I get it. I've been there too. But that's not an excuse to put children in harm's way." Jason said, though he couldn't help but audibly groan and nearly facepalm at her other words. "I punched you in the jaw because you LITERALLY had the child held up by the neck, already passed out. If you had held him any longer, you'd have choked him to death."

He then turned to Laffey and sighed. "None of what you just said equates to people here literally trying to murder him or coming damn close to doing so. If you wanna teach him how to be good? That's fine. But doing it by choking him to death, pointing guns at him, or damn near torturing him is NOT the way to go about it."

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Odessa

She turned toward Red Hood when he said that and said simply, "thanks. It helps." She deactivated her helmet and smiled a bit, though she looked a little defeated. "I really shouldn't have choked him but I was under the impression he was concious for some reason."

She frowns. "I'm probably being hypocritical but there are a lot of useless people around here. How do you put up with them?" She said, gesturing toward Male_07 and obviously prefering to Benedict Cucumberbatch, switching to a more friendly tone.

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She nods. "Figured as much." She looks at Jason for a moment and then leaves before she can get on any more of his nerves.

She walks onto the deck of the observatory and just wonders for a bit, looking a little crestfallen.

After a while wondering, she realized that she was actually pretty damn hungry and had to go back to the kitchen.

When she arrived, she searched for some food and noticed one other man there (Marcus)

"You annoyed by the way we handled the situation too?"

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Midgardsormr watches all the going on of the others from his point on top of the observatory. He sighs, knowing things were only going to get worse as time goes on, as it tends to when dealing with Mortals. He shakes his head and flaps his wings, before calling out to the groups gracious host. "Madam Rosalina, I would like to speaketh with thou, if thine haveth the time."

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Rosalina would be found in the library, sitting in a rocking chair. A few of the creatures that you had come to know as Lumas surrounded her, and she held a book in her lap. It looked as if she was about to read a story to them. When she heard her name called out and Midgardsormr eventually found her in her reading chambers, she would tilt her head upwards.

"Yes? What is it?" She asked.

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MIdgardsormr flies down to the library, and sits on the floor to converse better. "I noticed that when thou came to rescue us, thine had used the Light of a Star to stagger the Twilight blessed Bowser. I was wondering if such an ability is solely from the stars of this Realm, or if such an ability can be taught. I only asketh because there is no doubt in mine mind that the others shalt foolishly seek out the Koopa King as soon as opportunity arises."
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Marcus Wright

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Marcus looked up, finding himself in need of something quick. Terminators needed to eat in order to keep the human skin from flaking off.

He was surprised that someone wondered how he would have handled the situation.

He looked up, raising an eyebrow.
“Oh. You look familiar though, but I don’t think we’ve met. Name’s Marcus.”

His own methods? He was just about as serious as John, but a lot tougher than he was.

“I’m a bit more easy to anger. It doesn’t help that Bowser’s kid locked us away. It really doesn’t help when you have damn issues with being locked away.

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Rosalina smiled a bit at the dragon's words, lowering her head a bit. "I'm afraid that it would be neither. The answer to the how I perform such a feat would be..." She paused for a moment, as if pondering on her next words. After lulling over her answer for a moment, she provided its continuation. "...taxing." She concluded finally. "Besides, I doubt I'm at liberty to say, anyhow." She said, shaking her head a bit.

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Marcus Wright

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Marcus looked up, finding himself in need of something quick. Terminators needed to eat in order to keep the human skin from flaking off.

He was surprised that someone wondered how he would have handled the situation.

He looked up, raising an eyebrow.
“Oh. You look familiar though, but I don’t think we’ve met. Name’s Marcus.”

His own methods? He was just about as serious as John, but a lot tougher than he was.

“I’m a bit more easy to anger. It doesn’t help that Bowser’s kid locked us away. It really doesn’t help when you have damn issues with being locked away.

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Odessa smiled a bit, "you can call me Odessa. My actual name is too long so just call me Odessa."

She raises a hand for him to shake. Once he takes it or not, depending on his reaction, and makes whatever comment he makes, she smiles and says, "you aren't human are you? I've been around aliens a lot, I can somehow tell when someone isn't human. I think it might be the glowing red underneath your eyes. Don't take offense," her hands go up, "I am not throwing shade at your humanity, just making an observation." She smiles, all friendly.

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Odessa smiled a bit, "you can call me Odessa. My actual name is too long so just call me Odessa."

She raises a hand for him to shake. Once he takes it or not, depending on his reaction, and makes whatever comment he makes, she smiles and says, "you aren't human are you? I've been around aliens a lot, I can somehow tell when someone isn't human. I think it might be the glowing red underneath your eyes. Don't take offense," her hands go up, "I am not throwing shade at your humanity, just making an observation." She smiles, all friendly.

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Marcus frowned, looking over at Odessa, lightly shaking her hand "Oh.. that's why you thought I wasn't human. It's complicated. I'm not a alien though, I'm a half terminator half human."

Only those who've observed can tell that. I just don't need it used against me.

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Odessa cocked her head, half-human, half-terminator? What was that? Was being half-terminator some sort of alien? But Marcus said he wasn't an alien. Gods, she hated being so utterly clueless.

"Oh?" Odessa started, frowning herself, "forgive me for sounding like a clueless bimbo but what's exactly is a terminator?

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Midgardsormr nods his head. "Understandable. I suppose they shalt have to hopeth for fortune in the future. " The Wyrm lifts off into the air and begins to peruse the books on the shelves. "Unless thou has another subject to discuss, I shalt leave thou to thine reading, and mayhap pick up a book for mineself."
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The Dragonet flitters around the shelves, looking against odds for a book in a language that he can read. He bumps into a stray Luma, and the both recoil slightly from the contact. "Apologies."
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The time they had to regroup was over, and now they had to face the music. Medic knew that, with the Koopa King's attention currently fixed solely on them, the narrow bridge between turning the tables and them all being torn limb from limb lay firmly on his and Makoto's shoulders; whether this last push, squeezing out the very last of Medic's rapidly draining Übercharge, would be enough to establish a foothold - for this grand counteroffensive to push Bowser back long enough for them to complete the plan, and to provide the crucial window for the others to help break through.

The Medic gritted his teeth in frustration as he continued to go through the cumbersome process of firing his Crossbow at the wounded, finding another bolt, and then reloading all with one hand. It was cumbersome, slow, and although it was still a very useful tool, healing to a much greater instant effect than the Kritzkrieg, it lacked the same efficiency. As one of the only dedicated healers among his comrades, he worried that this may have cost them - despite shooting her repeatedly, Lu Bu still remained sprawled out and unmoving on the floor. He growled, cursing the fact that he couldn’t be everywhere at once.

The Medic began to sweat under the pressure. Though his job was something he adored, this battle was certainly making him work overtime.

And then Bowser made his move. Medic watched from behind Makoto with a mad grin - strapped as he was, he could not do much else other than continue supplying Makoto’s Übercharge and continue his one-handed healing as best as he could. He felt Bowser’s ugly presence begin to slowly move forward - the sheer force of even his steps causing the Medic’s skeleton to vibrate in his body, booming through the air like the harsh beating of war drums.

Some would run. Some, in the face of such impossible adversity, would cower in fear. This isn’t their fight - they didn’t sign up for this! For some, the situation that the warriors found themselves in would be a total nightmare.

For Medic?

“Okay, chump! Hope you’re ready to get pummelled!”

He was loving every minute of it.

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The Medic’s grin reached his ears when he saw the fruits of their efforts begin to ripen, unable to control his joy from conquering his face as Makoto’s Persona parried Bowser’s attack. Bowser! The beast who, up until just now, had thrown attacks which were indefensible - nothing should have been able to even withstand, let alone counter, the awesome might behind the reborn king. And yet, they had done it! They were gaining ground!

“What?!“ Bowser shouted, completely shook by the notion that someone could have possibly defended against his newfound power. “How the heck’re you doin’ that!? You’re not supposed to keep up with me!” Indeed, in the midst of all of his shooting, the Medic had taken pause to wonder that himself. Was his Kritzkrieg really that powerful? Was it the Persona? The Type 95? Medic wasn’t complaining, but they were extremely fortunate.

Out of the corner of his eye, the Medic could see Makoto shoot an easy glare in his direction, answering Bowser’s demand with a simple “I don’t know. Ask them.” Though the Medic couldn’t afford to take his eyes off of the wounded, he gave a short, appreciative glance back in his direction with a firm nod. Though he couldn’t piece together a scientific explanation as to how cheering Makoto on made him physically stronger, it was by far not the strangest thing he’d seen today, and certainly not the strangest in his lifetime. In any case, he meant what he said - Makoto’s renewed vigour was simply a bonus.

Medic heard the ever-so-familiar sound of a Kritzkrieg-boosted target striking a foe, and allowed the wonderful, sharp sound of progress to play in his ears. He was very proud of his creation - and hence, his own genius - but even more so now, as Makoto struck Bowser with his mighty sword - Krit boosted, Bowser was surely sent reeling. Recognising the need to counterattack, he began to throw more of his Twilight-boosted punches; but the time he had wasted in focusing down Makoto came back in the form of opportunity for his allies.

Having worked with the RED mercenaries for a significant portion of his life, the Medic fully understood the value that teamwork held on the battlefield. Without each member of his team making their own contribution to the fight, they would have never won a single battle - not against the BLUs, and certainly not against the robots.

What happened next was a shining example of just how far it could take them.

Capitalising on the crucial window of opportunity, the Medic’s allies began to go to town. They threw everything they had in the way of the Koopa King - Ben’s new transformation was able to get in a good few slashes, causing him to need to back up - leading directly into a move from the girl who looked like she had stepped right out of a cartoon, tossing an anvil his way. Before Medic could pause to consider whether he should suggest this fascinating tactic to his team back home, the pain train kept coming, full steam ahead. Tanya’s artillery spells were occupying Bowser’s free arms (how does that feel), allowing the squid girl to fire whatever it was she fired - was it ink? - with the King being unable to defend against it.

Bowser’s attempted counterattack against Makoto’s Persona promoted joyous laughter from the Medic, as his Über Canteen Sharing had carried over to not just the boy, but to his summon, too. Medic knew that Bowser could headbutt, punch, claw at that Persona all day if he wanted to - as long as the Übercharge was active, he would not make so much as a dent. Why do people even go to medical school?

Bowser began to receive more and more punishment as the rest of the Medic’s allies took their chance and unleashed their attacks; the onslaught coming to an end with Eric’s shrieking ball of lightning, eventually reaching the King and erupting in a marvellous explosion, causing the Medic to shield himself from the debris that such a huge attack would have sent spiralling everywhere. The Medic only ever saw such raw destruction on Halloween, and that was without a supercharged tyrant king to test their spells on! What had he been missing?

“NO!! This can’t be happening!!!” Bowser bellowed, protesting such a radical defiance of the odds. Indeed, he was correct - this shouldn’t be happening. With so much strength, durability, speed - everything granted to him, each and every one of them should have been liquefied in seconds. But he didn’t. As the once-mighty Koopa King now lay helpless - defeated on the floor, the Medic felt like he wanted to scream in triumph - to dance, to even high-fiving that strange robot. Their efforts had proved fruitful! They had earned victory!

And then the worst possible thing that could have happened, happened.

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The feverish charge at the Kritzkrieg’s nozzle began to fizzle out. A few pitiful sparks of electricity continued to leave it for a mere few seconds, but the Medic knew that this signified the end of the Übercharge. To make matters even worse, his Canteen Charge had run its course; flickering like a broken lightbulb, the protective sheen that it supplied eventually gave in to the nothingness, unable to sustain itself for any longer.

“Gragh, no! Oh, zhis is not gut...!“

Just like the Medic's allies, Bowser had sensed his opportunity.

Right at the very end. At the very last hurdle, just a hair away from victory, the King shot to his feet like an exploding heart, as if running on pure adrenaline. There was nothing any of them could have done to stop Bowser from plunging a mighty fist straight through the chest of Makoto’s Persona. It stood no chance. The force behind it must have been enough to create a sonic boom - it knocked Medic high in the air as it did with the rest, breaking contact with the Medibeams as Makoto was left to Bowser’s mercy.

By the time the Medic had pulled his face off of the floor, he was holding Makoto by the neck.

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“MAKOTO! NEIN!“ He cried, helplessly reaching out as Bowser tossed the boy to the edge of the areana like it was garbage day.

The Medic desperately tried to clamber to his feet - he wanted to heal everybody in seconds, get them all back on their feet, continue this fight that they were so close to winning - but he couldn’t. Bowser was, unfortunately, correct about what would happen if someone decided to be a hero. If he had gotten up, then he would have only been the next to die. He was not frightened; he would have faced this if he had to, but for his allies to see one of their only major healers go down would have only made them accept their fate.

In his professional opinion, he believed that right then was the part where everyone died.

Until...

“Bowser!”

Well, they would have some explaining to do.

There was no time to take in what had happened. All they needed to know was that Rosalina had found them, and had blasted Bowser with an incredible beam that, though agonisingly painful to the eyes, had incapacitated him severely. Medic desperately wanted to rush back in and tear Bowser apart molecule by molecule while he was in this weakened state, but even a madman such as him knew when to cut his losses. Leaping to his feet, he had first decided to help evacuate the unconscious and the heavily wounded - however, upon getting his bearings, he saw that everyone had been accounted for.

Excellent. Now they could run.

“GET TO ZHE PORTAL! Run, do not stop, Dummkopfs! Schnell!“ Medic urged. Sweeping up his Kritzkrieg and his equipment, and making sure nobody was left on the floor, he ran as fast as his body would let him, eventually making his way and barrelling through the portal.

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"Dead, you say? Hrm." Medic asked, walking forward, towering over the motionless body of the mighty warrior, Lu Bu. Yes, in his medical opinion, this was as dead as one could be. In his lifetime, he had come to know many warriors of his own. Some noble, most not, but none of them like how he had observed Lu Bu. Though he had never really talked to her, he had heard her battle cries - overheard her talks with those close to her, and, right now, could see just how much of an impact her death really had on those who she touched the hearts of in these short few hours. Having observed her as a fellow comrade in arms, he understood that her sheer fighting ability, her inspiring bravery, and the strength of the bonds she had formed were a real testament to her character. What he didn't understand was that, at the end of this all, she had turned out to be a woman - she walked like a man, talked like a man, and even looked like a man in her clothing. He had half a mind to bring it up, but he dismissed the thought. There were few things as unimportant as that right now.

"Awfully pessimistic of you," Medic continued, bitterly adjusting his glasses. In his medical career, he had come to make sure that the death of his patients would not be the end. It did personally dig at him when one of his comrades died on his watch, and the Medic's irritable body language and tone reflected this - after all, if they die, they cannot get wounded fighting the enemy. However, it also sat poorly with him for another reason. The Medic was not a man of principle - he never even took the Hippocratic oath - but being a field medic was still his job. When someone died on his watch, the Medic felt like he had not done his job correctly. Besides his personal reasons, Lu Bu was an excellent warrior. They would feel the empty rank hard the next time they faced Bowser.

The Medic allowed a small, unsettling smirk to creep onto his face.

What if they didn't have to?

The Medic knew his skills. He knew what he was capable of. He was a man born to smash the norms of modern medicine. What is possible, and what isn't. What is ethical, and what isn't. Where you can put a baboon uterus, and where you can't. It was a sticky job, but the Medic paused to think. If the Medic could operate on Lu Bu before they buried her... well, in his mind, and with his genius, it was entirely achievable. It wasn't as if it was the first time he had done it, and it wasn't as if they had anything to lose, either.

He nodded firmly to himself. He would make an attempt. But first, he would tend to the living.

Before he left, he took a moment to kneel down next to Makoto.

Makoto.

Medic was a practical man. Things like this weren't supposed to faze him. It surprised him when he felt this... raw emotion build up deep inside of him to see someone he considered not just a comrade, but a good friend, unconscious - teetering on the edge of life and death this way. He gritted his teeth when he heard Rosalina say that he would be alright. The Medic recognised that the boy was, thankfully, merely comatose - it did not take a medical genius - and though he was relieved that he would not suffer the same as Lu Bu, he almost wished that he had. If Makoto had been killed, then the Medic would have been able to do something about it. He had brought people back from the dead many times before. What he had never experienced before, however, was Twilight; the very substance which had put him in this state. He didn't even have a sample. Not even a man of the Medic's intelliegence, not even a man of his skills would be able to reverse such a condition without so much as a proper diagnosis.

He knelt there, next to the boy, in irritated and choked-up silence.

Live.

"...Jawohl."

And he would make sure the others would, too.

“Ben, are you okay? Ravio? Medic?”

The sound of Mami's voice pulled Medic out of his uncharacteristically emotional trance, looking up from Makoto's body and over to her. In the midst of it all, the Medic somehow still managed to keep a semblance of his everlasting wicked smile present on his face.

"Ja. I'm uninjured, zhank you." Medic began, before reaching over for his Kritzkrieg beside him. He pushed the lever forward and allowed the Medibeams to connect with Mami, just in case she had suffered any injuries during the circus that was the battle with Bowser. "Zhey call from everywhere, all zhe time... nothing brings me more excitement zhan zhis job, but it does pain me vhen I cannot prevent somezhing like zhis. I cannot be everywhere at once, do you see what I mean?" He took a deep breath and exhaled it all in a tired sigh, before moving off of his knee and getting to his feet.

"Do not despair, Freundin von mir!" Medic exclaimed, sharply changing the sombre mood between them by effortlessly flopping back into his typical jovial attitude. It seemed that allowing him a moment to compose himself was all that he needed before becoming himself again. "Zhe people here... aheh, yes, zhey are very much seriously wounded. But mark my words, zhey will recover and we will make sure we do not lose any more. Zhose were Makoto's wishes, weren't zhey?" Medic continued, the spring in his step all but back to normal. Stepping away from the bodies, he moved over to Mami and briefly crouched down next to her, speaking in a more hushed tone. "My apologies, I have patients to tend to. Hearts und minds to split open, and all!" He said, placing a comforting gloved hand on her shoulder. "But, please, try not to dwell on zhis. He's not going anyvhere. Between you and me... zhere is somezhing I can do about Lu Bu." He gave her a wide smile, before getting back to his feet and walking over to where he would be needed most. His gloves were still covered in blood, so the Medic had unknowlingly left a handprint on her shoulder before leaving. Fashionable.

As the Medic walked, however, something stopped him. He heard panicked yells, and quickening footsteps - like someone was running, desperate to reach him. Turning his head, he saw -

"Gnagh!"

"MEDIC, I NEED IT BACK NOW OR I'M GOING TO EXPL - !"

Of course! The Type 95! He wasn't about to let his fellow German pop like a balloon! That would be very poor for morale.

The Medic sensed the magic inside of Tanya growing more and more violent like a crashing whirlwind. He knew how dangerous magic could be if left unregulated. He hastily yanked the Type 95 from his neck - nearly snapping the chain in half - and began to sprint to meet Tanya halfway, holding the regulatory necklace out like a baton in the relay races. He had to admit to himself - despite the obvious peril to both of them, this was quite exciting! It reminded him of the time when his head was turned into a bomb by a wizard - now those were fun times!

"Tanya! Don't explode! I'm coming!" Nearly knocking Tanya to the floor with his height upon reaching her, he was barely able to stop in time to avoid elbowing her in the face. Clutching the Type 95, he fumbled with the chain, frantically trying to wrap it around her neck.

"GET BACK!" Tanya cried, her voice becoming clearly imperiled - as did her eyes, turning an abnormal blood red. He was sure that the sparks coming off of her, similar to the sparks of his Übercharge, were not normal either. Just as the Medic was sure that she was about to blow like a water balloon, he hooked the chain around her neck, saving her from a grisly fate just in the nick of time.

"Phew...!" Medic breathed, huffing from the adrenaline rush. "Doctor's advice, Kamerad - perhaps next time, you should keep zhat! Ho ho! We wouldn't want a spill like zhat if we were fighting zhat Schweinhund again, would we? Very messy, indeed!" Medic laughed - perhaps a little too joyfully. "Our plan back zhere... unfortunately, zhe Übercharge simply ran out. We were close, and you fought well. Mark my words, zhe next time we see him, he will gestate baboons day and night! Ha ha!"

The Medic cleared his throat, his expression suddenly growing more serious, looking Tanya straight in the eyes - which, by now, were hopefully no longer a deep, blood red. That would certainly be a cause for concern. He decided to give Tanya a short blast of the Kritzkrieg, to heal any wounds she may have sustained, before cutting off the supply and speaking to her.

"Tanya, zhere has been something playing on my mind." He began, darting his gaze left and right to make sure nobody was eavesdropping. "Zhis Being X you refer to... is it - ?!"

The Medic, before he could finish his question, had his gaze land on Eric. Even from a distance, the Medic could tell that he was not only just barely staying conscious - he was just barely staying alive. There was a sizable crowd gathered around him, each attempting to give him CPR - at least it's somezhing, the Medic thought, but he couldn't help but think for a brief moment if they actually knew CPR, or they just wanted to kiss the badger while he wouldn't know about it. Zhat is disgusting.

"One moment, Tanya!" Medic cried, sprinting over to the crowd and to Eric's limp body. "Why didn't you cry out for help?! I'm here, do not get your spleens in a twist! Zhank you very much, all of you. Stay clear for now!" Medic ordered, brandishing his Kritzkrieg once more. Hurriedly, he adjusted the settings on the back slightly, to account for Eric's smaller size and weight, before pushing forward the lever, allowing the Medibeams to connect and flow around his body. With any luck, this was all that it would take - with so many patients to tend to, he wasn't sure if he had the time to perform emergency surgery.

Just as the Medic was about to finish up with his dose of Medibeam miracles, he saw Jason Todd move out of where Rosalina said the Kitchen was. He was carrying something in his arms - and it certainly didn't look like a delicious Bratwurst from the fridge. He narrowed his eyes; was he carrying Bowser Jr.?! And was he unconscious? The Medic was always pleased at the prospect of new patients, but it baffled him how someone like Rosalina would allow him to lie unconscious in the Kitchen. Unless... those who went to the Kitchen with him...

"Herr Todd! Over here!" Medic cried, waving him over. "Vhat happened to him?" He asked, though he was fairly sure he already knew the answer. He wasn't too sure how he felt about his allies being brutal enough to do this. Granted, he did work with people, some of whom would have done the same thing, and if they keep wounding people, it means more joyous work for the Medic to do - but it didn't sit right with him. He and his team would only do something like this if Bowser Jr. had done something serious to them, like try to kill them, maim them, betray them - all of which they had suffered back home. But what did Bowser Jr. really do? Make a shoddy arts-and-crafts monster? Put them all on an airship? In his professional opinion, it was rather uncalled for.

"Nevermind zhat. Put him down here, I vill heal him." He said, waving a dismissive hand to his previous inquiry. As Jason Todd complied, moving over to place the child next to him, the Medic gave him a brief blast of the Kritzkrieg - one which should have hopefully been long enough to have the child rejuvenated, and to heal whatever wounds or ailments he may have suffered. He made sure not to neglect Eric, though - he was a greater priority. Though Bowser Jr. was his patient, he was not their ally yet.

"Vhen he wakes up, do you zhink I could take a sample from him? Perhaps a scale? A lung?" Medic asked, looking up towards Todd with his same mischievous, madman grin. "Ho ho! I'm only joking, of course! Not from a child, anyway..." Though he did really want a sample from a Koopa, organs from a child just simply wouldn't be strong enough to withstand the nature of his experiments. He would much rather get them from someone like his father. But he would replace them! Honest! There were plenty of zoo animal organs to go around!​
 
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    The moment Shilo mentioned how Bowser Jr. was a fucking child, Woods' scowl grew twofold as he seemed to completely ignore the assassin's expression nor her flinched hand- an obvious result of his frustration and pent-up rage. When Frank tunnel visioned, he became obsessed with whatever his target was. In this case, it was Junior- especially in payback for his father devastating the ragtag team.

    "Oh, so just because he's a little fucking kid, that means you'll let him get away scot-free?" The American snapped at his companion, likely inadvertently eroding some of the trust between the two in the process. His breaths were loud, and punctuated the air between the two, as though he was just barely holding in his pent-up rage.

    "That little bastard and the fatass led us right to that trap! Children can be complicit in bullshit, too, and maybe I went a little too far! But lemme ask you something!" He paused between his rage, only giving himself a moment to look Agent Saga right in the eyes with that same crazy look in his face. It was still just as ominous as it had been earlier on the normally-restrained soldier, and he'd never been this angry before. It would become clear to her exactly why, though, in just a moment, as he pointed his finger towards the kitchen.

    "If you'd just lost a comrade under your watch, and had a chance to get a little fucking brat of a child to squeal out Intel that would lead to payback, would you really want to hold yourself? Because I know I CAN'T. And you know what? I LOST MY SHIT! WHAT THE FUCK WOULD YOU HAVE DONE?!?!" He shouted loudly, his furious voice echoing throughout the hallways as he kept his hand directed towards the kitchen (despite Junior having been moved), and his other hand clenched tightly into a fist. Woods stood there for a few seconds, breathing heavily after his rant, before the realization of what he had just did finally began to seep into his mind. His scowl turned into a grimace, the fury in his eyes quickly dying down as he realized he just yelled at one of his closest companions, before giving Shilo one last look- with an expression of shame, perhaps?- and quickly leaving. Not a word came from his frustrated mouth. Not a single glance backwards. If she wanted to follow him, then it was her choice. But right now, he was going to head outside to take a fucking smoke. He needed it, after the bullshit that just happened a few minutes ago.


 
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Benedict looked up from the x-ray scans as the child begged to leave, but eventually was rendered hopeless. “Ah.......Your friends have left you, that’s what you get for using the Lord’s name in vain.” Benedict said as he proceeded to put up the equipment, giving the scan results to Josh so they could be filed.This child reminded Benedict of himself in a way, except Benedict was total perfection and this big headed child was not. Benedict took a seat, and gestured for Dib to do the same, “Ah........Child, have a seat, tell me more about yourself.”

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Dib Membrane

Dib just seemed more and more confused the longer the man talked. He wasn’t sure who this Lord guy was... that question would have to wait. “Okay... well my name is Dib Membrane. I am 12 years old and I hunt aliens and other paranormal beings... and may I ask question?”
Before Benedict could even answer Dib asked anyway.
“Who the heck is this Lord guy? Is me using his name in vain really making it to where I have no friends...?”

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Sir Benedict Cucumberpatch

Benedict immediately snapped at Josh as soon as Dib asked the question of who the Lord was. “Ah........Let me tell you about him.” Benedict said as Josh, now donning a black robe, placed robes of a similar nature onto Benedict before giving Dib a Bible. Benedict snapped his fingers, making the light around them dim, “Let me tell you of our Lord.......God!“ Benedict said as Josh stood behind him, holding a candelabra. “You see, he created everything, and it used to be perfect, before greedy little people wanted to be greedy little pigs, now, everything you do makes you deserve eternal burning and suffering, ah, tough luck, indeed.” Benedict dramatically paused, looking at Dib, “But wait, AH AH AH! The Lord, God, sent his son Jesus to die on a cross for our sins so that we may join him in heaven after death.” Benedict dramatically paused again, flailing his arms before freezing like a statue, “AH AH AH! I’m not finished, now, Child, you have indeed sinned, you used the Lords name in vain, but your sins can be forgiven, if you accept Jesus into your heart. I did dear Sir, I hear the stocks up there are.........quite nice.”

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Dib Membrane

Dib was amazed. It was almost this Benedict guy was waiting for someone to ask a question like this. Could all of this be true? None of it sounded scientifically possible... then again... the fact that aliens exist isn’t very scientifically possible either. That means it had to be true!
“Ah geez... I guess I shouldn’t say his name so carelessly... I don’t understand stocks that well, but they sound pretty cool... This God huh sounds really cool honestly and it sounds like I may make a lot of friends! Is God my friend mister Benedict?”

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