CONFRONTATION - Story - Chapter 22: The Tea Party from Hell

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Date: 1:02:07 AM, February 5th to 1:39:02 AM, February 5th;
6:47:56 PM, February 8th to 12:11:39 AM, February 9th, 2013.

Metal Man (GM): Infinitely late session of doom
Valron has returned from the base. Indeed, he is inside Illian's base now. Illian is... ...watching a live feed. It appears to be of the base that was just left.

Illian MacGregor: "I see something... strange happening."

Metal Man (GM): The image... it shows a large portal opening, and suddenly powerful looking people who glow red walking out.

Valron: "...Oh right. That was mentioned earlier."

Metal Man (GM): But just as quickly... they are under attack by the now-Garrok-controlled Gray Mann robots ..Which are then joined by something else you didn't quite expect.
Borne's fleet.
A message is broadcast across the world.

Commander Borne: "Behold, citizens of Alsa! What happens to anyone who dares to oppose GUN!"

Valron: "...Well, then."

Metal Man (GM): The screen turns white. A shockwave is felt through the ground a bit later.

Valron: "At least it'll smack those RED idiots in the fa- whoa!"

Metal Man (GM): The screen becomes visible again, showing... a massive crater.
There are no RED forces.
The portal opens again, however, the head of the Borne ships faces it.

Commander Borne: "Behold... the end of invaders from other realms, ruining our peaceful planet!"

Metal Man (GM): The main ship glows, then suddenly a huge red field shoots outward from it.
The portal is closed.
The field flies through all of Alsa--you even spot it flying through yourself for a moment!

Valron: "Huh..."

Commander Borne: "The RED threat is over. Alsa is safe. Remember who did the work, when you go to decide who should rule Alsa in the next democratic assembly vote."

Metal Man (GM): The message ends, and Borne's fleet and the bots disengage. Though the bots go somewhere else, Borne probably wasn't about to make public what happened with that.

Illian MacGregor: "...All teleportation has been jammed. We shall no longer be invaded by Xavier Ridgecrest every 15 minutes. The RED threat has also been routed, and the Gray Mann has no army."
"That should be one less distraction for us."

Valron: "...That's good. Very good I'm worried about the absurd amount of power Borne wields, but that's for another time."

Illian MacGregor: "...That may actually become our next problem, actually."

Ael: "To put it lightly!"

Valron: "...God. Dammit."

Ael: "He has the technology to wage his OWN war, wherever he sees fit! With no Time Cops... with those enemies gone... there is no one left except for us!"
"And you know how much he listens to Illian. None."

Valron: "...Problematic."

The Arbiter: "I must reluctantly agree that Borne is a trouble for you in this timeline."

Illian MacGregor: "We can't fight him though. Not without a massive war. We would become the next Questers, destroyed for trying to invade land that is not ours."

Ael: "Yes. That's why you wouldn't fight him like a Quester would."

Valron: "I did have ideas for a MTA/Dauntless Class hybrid and those anti-reality warp weapons, but I'm not sure those would of any use anyways... And yes, you two bring up good points."

Ael: "You must remember, we are Time Cops, and Valron is a Defender. It is clear that we should pick some alternate route other than direct war."

Illian MacGregor: "...We must make an alternate coalition. We must become elected head of the planet."

Valron: "...Also, I had an idea involving getting Lyx over to us but that'd require using the Book page to write him back into things, so..."

Illian MacGregor: "...Hmmmm."

Ael: "Lyx? Pah."

Valron: "...Alright, then, sir. I have one thing to say to that. How?"

Illian MacGregor: "We unite the other factions behind us."

Valron: "...Ahh."

Illian MacGregor: "Together we have enough votes to outvote him."

Valron: "Endear them to us?"

Illian MacGregor: "Or enslave them. Whatever works. Even that is better than Borne."

Valron: "...That desperate, huh."

Illian MacGregor: "Though Borne is preferable to Xavier, he is... well..."

Valron: *Takes a sharp breath.* "Extreme?"

Illian MacGregor: "He will probably destroy all chances of me winning my war against Xavier if he wins. He doesn't care about it, or us. He cares only for Alsa."
"He has locked Xavier out of a convenient way to get here. The next step is to become elected and boot us out. Without a close foothold, we cannot likely tackle Nintendus."

Ael: "You'll need the Alsan energy, anyway."

Valron: "Mm... That's going to put a lot of things on the back-burner for me. Especially considering that I believe Ael and I were going to pick up Old Aribar after this, and I was planning to find the Mask Salesman after that... Maybe talk to Marley, but it seems I'll need to shift my priorities about."

Ael: "That book page... write me back my powers, Valron. Then I can simply conjure whatever we need."

The Arbiter: "Don't do that. It would... unbalance this timeline."

Valron: "Arbite- I figured."

Ael: "There's no Time Cops here anymore. The Dweezil will come. If I had my powers, I could take them out, then rebuild HQ on this planet like I did on the moon."

Valron: "I'd rather not cause the timeline to fall into further disarray as it is... Especially, considering the. You know. Gigantic time hole."

Illian MacGregor: "We can merely work within the boundaries--"

Ael: "You should realize, that our enemies aren't doing so."

Valron: "You know, because that never stopped being a thing, guys."

Ael: "Do you think Borne cares about the hole?"

Valron: "Point."

Ael: "He probably is using his World Altering Machine to warp reality as we speak. Garrick was too stupid to figure out that's still around."
"And then he WONDERED why he couldn't win."
"You have to think Alsan to win an Alsan war!"

Valron: "Actually we did note it was still around back when we raided one of Borne's bases ages back..."

The Arbiter: "And then kill everyone, which is also Alsan. Disregard Ael..."

Ael: "You did nothing about it!"

Valron: "We could've used it to erase Borne, but that required getting through some especially tight defenses."

Ael: "You didn't even wonder how he suddenly could do things... He's just making it so. No Time Cops to stop him."
"You're dead, doomed, destroyed without using that page to imbalance the equation."

Illian MacGregor: "...But why would we give that power to you and not one of us, Ael?"

Ael: "...I'm better at this."

Illian MacGregor: "You... died trying to kill Xavier. Correct me if I'm wrong, I haven't died doing so. And I didn't accidentally nearly destroy the universe just to kill one owl."

Ael: "You haven't TRIED!"

Illian MacGregor: "Let me try then."

Valron: "...I'd say we could ask Alsa itself for ideas but I don't know how much help that'd be."

Ael: "You'll just... well, I guess..." *He smirks.* "Yes, you can die, then you'll see why I was right. I'll just wait if I have to."

The Arbiter: "Waiting until the right moment to use our book page would be worthy. The timeline would judge ye better if you did not rashly throw it into the air."

Illian MacGregor: "Ask Alsa? ..."

Metal Man (GM): He grows silent.

Illian MacGregor: "No. It will not listen."

Valron: "...Oh! Also, isn't the Mask Salesman in the wastes somewhere? If I remember right, that fellow had quite the bit of power on his side, so maybe we could try and get him to help us..."

Ael: "Because you're not Alsan!"

Illian MacGregor: "The Mask Salesman? Sure. Do you have a couple Brazils of GDP to pay him with?"

Valron: "...I'd rather not blow our entire resources for one shot, though."

Illian MacGregor: "Most of the money I have is just paying the people to stay here. It would be difficult to afford the Mask Salesman... unless you have some idea."

The Arbiter: "You seek the path of caution. Then you should make alliances first. Rash moves, grabbing onto the fate of the universe, will just burn your hands."

Valron: "...Yes, alliances. That's what I figured."

Ael: "Yeah, it's tooootally burned Borne's hands."

Valron: "Should've figured, I mean. Sorry, I'm a bit on edge."

Ael: "He's on fire, isn't he. Controlling 1/2 to 2/3 of the universe..."

Illian MacGregor: "It shall be Valron's decision. I..." *He just pauses.* "I still am weighted by ancient grief."

Ael: "Worthless grief. You should be mad, killing all your foes."

Illian MacGregor: "Hmph."

Valron: "I'd imagine it must take quite a bit to make sure he maintains that control, otherwise it could just slip and explode in his face."

Metal Man (GM): He turns away and stares at a window at Ael's comment.

Valron: "Regardless."

Ael: "Not if he's cheating!"

Valron: "Going mad and killing everyone is a Quester tactic. Not one suited for this situation."

Ael: "Nothing needs to be maintained if he can just type in 'I AM RIGHT' and it becomes that way! Yes. The solution is to cheat, not going mad."

Valron: "In any case, Arbiter. Who did you have in mind to start us on this road of alliances?"

The Arbiter: "The Mushroom Republic."

Valron: "And, Ael. If we blew our trump card early on, what happens if it proves to have not changed anything? Have you thought about that?"

The Arbiter: "It was converted to a Republic. It is still open to Questers. You nominally resemble one of them."

Ael: "No, because if we win early on there is no later. And if we don't we can always try to cheat a different way."
"We just need to start looking for tricks... I can always find another one if that will make you support my way."

Valron: "Keep looking, then. In any case, I do believe it's time to focus on building alliances."
.oO(Egh... if only I had more people to assist me...)

Metal Man (GM): Illian continues staring out the window.

Illian MacGregor: "If we could only get a common plan, this would be over the same as Kuja was."

The Arbiter: "But Xavier is the polar opposite of Kuja, all plans put against him become obsolete the minute he changes his mind."

Illian MacGregor: "Exactly..."

Ael: "Which is why we need to cheat!"

The Arbiter: "...Other allies include the Echidna, on Angel Island. They are likely to be Borne's next target."

Valron: "Ergh... The way I see it, the real threats are Sloan and the Dweezil. Both of which may as well be goddamn untouchable right now."

The Arbiter: "They would probably ally with you even if you were a crazy Quester."

Valron: "...Mm. I see."

Illian MacGregor: "I'm not so sure about that, though. Borne could just kill them both with his reality device."
"Otherwise they'd be here, now."

Valron: "Then why hasn't he?"

Illian MacGregor: "Range."

Valron: "Aahh. So there's a certain effective area. Got it."

Illian MacGregor: "He'd have erased the Questers and Nintendus otherwise, after having tricked them into leaving. Put a dimension or a bunch of space between him and you... and it no longer works."
"I know, because it was really my idea."

Valron: "...In any case. We'll make an alliance Echidna first, then the Mushroom Republic."

The Arbiter: "That sounds like a sound course of action."

Valron: "Those are going to be our 'first steps', so to speak."

Illian MacGregor: "Yes, let's get to that post haste. Also, if you have any ideas for more people who can help you, that'd probably be good."

Valron: "...The fact we hadn't tried building any alliances beforehand is a bit baffling to me, but. Regardless! There's work to be done."

Ael: "You'll see the need to make me more powerful in time. These alliances will crumble."

Illian MacGregor: "Before, we were too busy getting shot at to think."

Valron: "Yet it still feels like we're drowning..."

Illian MacGregor: "That was how Ael got involved at all in the first place."

The Arbiter: "Yes. That's because Borne has had over 20 years. This... base is a month old at most. To remove him is an undertaking that destroyed the Questers, utterly and permanently."

Illian MacGregor: "This is the same feeling I had when we fought Kuja. He had six generals! Six!"

Valron: "You have to take in account though... The Questers were goddamn idiots."

Illian MacGregor: "Borne has no lieutenants. There's one point of failure--him."

Valron: "Point of failure in what way?"

The Arbiter: "Except that's not the case, he's a machine that replicates. Destroy one and get another. He is not killable normally."

Illian MacGregor: "Remove Borne and his empire is gone. It happened once."

The Arbiter: "Then he came back anyway."

Illian MacGregor: "Because of Quester idiocy."

The Arbiter: "True, but how can you remove him now? He's been dead before. He knows he might be killed again. No one can get near to him anymore."

Valron: "A good question, in any case. ...Though I do wonder how well-defended he keeps that device since last time. Hm. Regardless."
"I do believe there's work to be done."

Illian MacGregor: "Indeed. Let us get started."

Metal Man (GM): *And I'll pause here because my brain is mush.*
+5 EXP to Valron

Metal Man (GM): Continuation
In the time between last session and this, Razor would have eventually found a proper space suit. Specifically, the one sitting inside the REDITS all this time. Indeed. Given the frequent slight air leaks, it appears to be suggested that you wear it al all times while flying the rickety thing.
The REDITS is ready to go, and still where it was stashed, out behind a hill in the green fields of Alsa.

Razor is significantly more likely to follow that advice now... or at least wear the sealed helmet and breathing apparatus, since his wings tend to preclude standard clothing. He'll... make due with what he can, environmentally. With no intention of waiting around, he hops aboard the rickety old REDITS, gets kitted up, and makes way TO THE MOON!

Metal Man (GM): Flying towards the moon, Razor would notice... two major landmarks.
One is a destroyed dome with a huge radioactive crater in it.
Another is a cave, the only other landmark.
The rest of it is vast emptiness.

Razor thinks it less likely that Garrick was planning to visit the big glowing crater, but, with an absence of spacecraft, he'd make sure to land a decent distance from the cave, in the shade of a crater, before starting on his way.

Metal Man (GM): So, as Razor would walk near the cave, we turn to the viewpoint of inside the cave.
There, inside Mewtwo's moon lair, he would be looking at a screen with KitOrbel, showing Razor approaching the cave.

Mewtwo: "Hm. An intruder. What are we to do with him?"

KitOrbel: "Wait, I know him... He works for Xavier with me... As much as 'working for' goes."

Mewtwo: "Should you talk to him while I hide somewhere? They probably don't know of me. I don't want them to get too curious. I left Alsa to get away from those people."

KitOrbel: "... Yeah, that'd be for the best. Just let me go through my transformation sequence- he's only really seen me as a magical girl."

Mewtwo: "I'll take this moment to hide myself and anything else that may make him ask questions. I will await your return once he is gone." *Floats away.*

KitOrbel: *She goes through her transformation sequence... Wishing it had a 'fast forward button'.*

Metal Man (GM): Razor would eventually come upon the cave... ...and no Garrick... ...and KitOrbel.

Razor is probably standing there, arms folded across his chest, tapping his foot impatiently when she finally finishes changing. He clears his throat when she's done. "...that really necessary?"

KitOrbel: "Yes." *She goes to walk towards him, stumbling a little.* "Eeek!"

Razor slowly raises an eyebrow. "...guessing you're as surprised to see me here as I am to see you?"

KitOrbel: *She blushes and giggles a bit,* "Yeah, a little. I didn't think anyone'd discover my little home away from home~" <3

Razor: "Well, hate to break it to you, but I'm not here looking for you..."

KitOrbel: "Who're you looking for? To the best of my knowledge, I'm the only one here."

Razor: "Supposedly, Garrick's coming up here. I hear he's looking for a Mewtwo... not the Nintendus one, I'm guessing. I thought I'd find him here, but I suppose I beat him to the punch... that's... less than ideal."

KitOrbel: *She bites the tip of her finger,* "Well... Since you're here... Do you want some tea and cookies?" <3 "Oh! And scones. I have scones."

Razor waves a dismissive hand. "I don't do tea. Got any snickerdoodles?" He can't help a smirk as he looks around. "...so you... come to a moon and have... tea parties... with yourself? Huh. I thought under all the glitter, sparkles, and miniskirts you were actually one of the sane ones inexplicably hanging out with Xavier..."

Metal Man (GM): A strange thing would begin glowing in the sky nearby.
Something... flying towards this area...

KitOrbel: "Oh, sometimes I meet up with a princess I met back in Nintendus. She doesn't like tea either. She prefers hot cocoa- with chili peppers in it. I think she's craz-" *Her eyes narrow.*

Metal Man (GM): The object begins to grow in size.

KitOrbel: *She pulls her gun out.* "Give me a moment. I need to defend my vacation destination."

Metal Man (GM): You hear a strange noise... ..Then a crash.
...A dead body flies over and lands nearby, on fire.
...And a few others, too.
They're charred beyond recognition.

Razor: "...for some reason I..." *He trails off and slowly follows where she's looking... eyes trailing to the crash, and then to the raining dead bodies.* "...I came here in a bucket of bolts. This was not my fault."

Metal Man (GM): About 20 feet away is the crater.

KitOrbel: "Oooor find a place to bury corpses. That works too." *She puts the gun away.*

Metal Man (GM): A hand reaches up from the crater. It's a white gloved hand.
It pulls itself out of the crater.

KitOrbel: *And gun back out again.* "Attack formation."

Metal Man (GM): It reveals the other part attached to it--a Mario .. Whose face melts to reveal Xavier Ridgecrest's visor.

Xavier Ridgecrest: "Goddamn! I didn't know I already owned the moon!"

KitOrbel: "... Boss. What are you doing on my moon?" =.=

Xavier Ridgecrest: "You should have told me! I could have invaded Alsa from here!"

KitOrbel: "IT'S MY MOON!"

Xavier Ridgecrest: "...Well I didn't plan to come here, but then I parked my car in Borne's Smash Energy factory... Then I kidnapped his second in command... and blew up his cannon..."
"Then my car got left behind and I had to launch myself atop a raft of dead bodies while impersonating Dr. Mario..."
"The good news is that his Smash Energy factory was a lie all along, meant to kill me!"

KitOrbel: "..." *She just facepalms.* "You lost the invisa-car."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "Hah! Fat luck he had there! Well, it's still there. He doesn't know it's there."
"No one can find it."
"All I need is to get back there, because some sort of weird warp thing destroyed my ability to warp time and space on Alsa."
"Don't worry though! I have my meal ticket!"

Metal Man (GM): He holds up a slowly suffocating Sergeant Levis.

Razor was, well, not in a defensive stance. Hadn't been from the start. "...why the HELL is everyone on this damned moon? Hell, how did this moon not get blown up already or something?"

KitOrbel: "Go back and get it, it's integral to our plans to be able to go between places to- GET HIM INSIDE!"

Sergeant Levis: "Damn... stupid... urgh..."

Razor trails off and blinks at Levis. "...you should get him some air."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "...Could someone get oxygen for this man? I don't have any except in my suit."
"He's real tough, really! He's almost died over 25 times without complaining!"
"But I cannot help him any more. Wait, don't tell me. There's a hotel in that cave."
"Let's all go inside the cave!"

Metal Man (GM): He picks up Sergeant Levis and starts running into the cave.

KitOrbel: *She reroutes him into her tea room.* "This way. I have scones..."

Metal Man (GM): He eventually reaches the tea room.

Razor just sighs and looks towards KitOrbel with a slump of his shoulders before heading inside.

Metal Man (GM): Sergeant Levis gasps for air.

Sergeant Levis: "Goddamn... I've gone to hell! And it has crumpets! There's a demon Quester, and an actual demon, and God-damn f@#$ing Metal Man!"

Xavier Ridgecrest: "Hey! Hey! My name is Xavier now! It's less stupid!"

KitOrbel: "You've never seen pink and purple lace before?" *She sounds sarcastic, but she's not wrong. The entire room looks like a Pre-teen girl's princess fantasy.*

Sergeant Levis: "I'm only here because I can... goddammit, how did you get this on the moon??? ...I can fix your problems and mine, if you just follow what I say."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "It better not involve five easy payments of 69.69!"

Sergeant Levis: "No, no, nothing like that you FREAK!"

KitOrbel: "It's my moon." *She pouts,* "Now spill it, Xavier, don't explode my tea set. It was expensive."

Sergeant Levis: "Borne..." *Cough* "Borne is..." *Gags a bit* "Borne is not in his right mind. He doesn't want to rule the universe. Or even anything other than GUN. But he's not in control of his mind right now. The Mad Man defect is."

KitOrbel: *She sits down on one of the purple chairs at the table, taking out her little black book.* "Go on..."

Sergeant Levis: "I have the cure, he gave it to me predicting that I'd need to use it. But there's a problem. He won't let me administer it, because he has no clue what's going on, and to his warped perception everything is as it always was. I have to get close to him, but ever since you... you god damned miserable Questers... made him so paranoid, no one can get near him unless he thinks he's about to kill them with his own two bare hands."

KitOrbel: "... So you want us to give him the cure, or you want us to murder him in his sleep? Because either one solves the problem."

Sergeant Levis: "I want you to try to kill him, so that when he beats you into the next week, he will be too distracted to stop me from administering the cure!"

Xavier Ridgecrest: "Excellent. I can get my car and challenge him to a duel!"

Razor: "...I just talked to him in person, like, thirty minutes ago..."

KitOrbel: "... You heard the man Xavier, go kill his boss."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "Laser shotguns on the moon!"

KitOrbel: "DON'T YOU DARE BLOW UP MY MOON!"

Xavier Ridgecrest: "Preferably in that radioactive crater I noticed on the way here!"

Sergeant Levis: "What did he say, winged demon man?"

KitOrbel: "Wait what radioactive crater?"

Xavier Ridgecrest: "That one over there. It was a Time Cop base once. Then somebody messed it up! ...I wonder if I did it, my memory is foggy."
"...It has a nice dome around it so you won't accidentally fall in, don't worry."

Razor: "...my wings have feathers, thank you very much, and... well, he didn't know who I was, and he told me Garrick was out looking for a Mewtwo for some reason."

Sergeant Levis: "God dammit! Garrick... yes. Garrick."

Metal Man (GM): He narrows his eyes.

Sergeant Levis: "That's why he went mad, he copied Garrick's behavior, cloned his DNA... even tried to make a body based on him... Pushed sane people like me aside even though we were loyal."

KitOrbel: "..." *She hands Xavier a pink teddy bear.* "Just keep talking to our guest over there. If he starts trying to break things? Hit him with this- don't make it explode."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "But this isn't radioactive or on fire! How does it kill people? Is it a bear made out of Tetra's whining?"
"No, wait. It's Aetos' wit, compressed in bear form!"
"Or maybe Locos' lack of sanity..."

KitOrbel: *She stands and brushes off her skirt,* "It's just a normal teddy bear. Excuse me for a moment. I need to powder my nose."
*She leaves the Tea Room to go to the command room.*

Sergeant Levis: "So. You... feather boy..." *He scratches his chin* "...What are you? A mobian? You know Sonic or something?"

Metal Man (GM): He looks at Razor. Razor would get a good chance to look at him.
Sergeant Levis is in a sorta burned GUN uniform (think a US uniform, but in black) with a badge that shows a bulldozer destroying the Quester logo.
He looks a harsh 45 years old, with a worn face that looks like he spent his life shooting at people behind barriers that are on fire due to napalm attacks.
He's seen about 23 wars too many, and has enough PTSD in those eyes to destroy a couple military bases.

KitOrbel: .oO(What I wouldn't give for the ability to secure that room- make it air tight- and pump it full of sleeping gas right now...) She goes to check the monitors for the 'radioactive crater'... As well as to see if Garrick is on his way. "Augh... All this in MY tea room. He's probably setting my chairs on fire as I speak..."

Razor: "Met him once. Had a nice duel with Metal Sonic back in the day. Have punched Robotnik like... fifteen times... but no, I'm not Mobian." *He tucks his helmet up under his arm a bit as he eyes Levis.* "I was a Quester back in the old days... before all of... this..." *He waves a hand around him and in the direction of Alsa.* "Not really from here..."

Metal Man (GM): Given he seems to openly wear a shotgun with enough extensions on it to kill a camel, and a pistol that appears to be hooked up to an experimental death weapon energy field...
KitOrbel would notice that, yes, Garrick was on his way. And the radioactive crater is there. Far away, but it is there.

Sergeant Levis: "You're a Quester?" *He would reach for his gun, only to stop when Xavier wackily bonks him with the teddy bear.*
"Cripes, I can't die from being beaten up by a teddy bear, I'll take the torture of hearing that deranged Metal Man over that!"

Razor: "I know what you're thinking... but today was my first day on Alsa. Ever."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "The only torture is not being able to wield a burning golf club and setting this place on fire! The colors are too happy for me!"

KitOrbel: "Okay. Garrick is looking for Mister Mewtwo for god knows what reason. Razor was here looking for Garrick looking for Mister Mewtwo. Xavier is here with Levis because he's got TERRIBLE timing... How do I turn this into an advantage..."

Sergeant Levis: "..."

Metal Man (GM): Sergeant Levis rubs his chin.

Sergeant Levis: "I read about... these old Questers."

Razor: "...please don't set anything on fire today." *He holds his head.* "Painfully girly as it is in here, I really don't have the patience to deal with your antics any more today..."

Editor's Note: Me neither, yikes. Xavier can be a real annoyance during this 'crazy era'...

Sergeant Levis: "...So... you had these cube-shaped grenades, right?"

Xavier Ridgecrest: "Meh. I'm going to go recover from setting myself on fire." *Leans against a wall and begins sleeping.*

KitOrbel: She takes a few deep breaths, .oO(Do you know any reason why Garrick would be looking for you, Mister Mewtwo?)

Mewtwo: .oO(I have no idea, unless it involved something from the last time I saw him... almost 6 years ago...)

Razor: "Grenades? Oh, the cubes?" *He chuckles.* "Neat little toys, but that was the stupid way to use them. Properly used, they could allow the user to develop some pretty advanced techniques."

Sergeant Levis: "So you say..."

Metal Man (GM): He would take his gun and show it to you reverse-wise ..Borne basically has been trying to reverse engineer them. Poorly. The tech on his thing is a wannabe cube.

KitOrbel: .oO(Please, I don't want to lose my best friend. If you can tell me anything... Any reason he'd want you...)

Mewtwo: .oO(As Garrick has lost his mind, he's been grasping for increasingly thin straws. My psychic friends in Kanto spotted him becoming a pokemon Master.)
.oO(He may, in his deluded way, be trying to perform the 'best' thing any pokemon master could do--either defeat me in an honorable battle, or capture me to use as their weapon, depending on whether he is noble or evil.)

Sergeant Levis: "Borne has been studying your era. He told me of... an E-1234 gun."

KitOrbel: .oO(... No. NO. NO BLOODY WAY IS HE CAPTURING MY BEST FRIEND!) She pauses to take another deep breath, .oO(We need to circumvent this. We need to circumvent it HARD. Is there a way we can hide a fake mew under a truck somewhere to distract him?)

Sergeant Levis: "It shot a stream of molten metal, or something."

Mewtwo: .oO(We have two, maybe three people who want him dead in here.)
.oO(We send all three of them at him at once.)
.oO(He will be so dead, there will simply be no more Garrick in existence.)

Razor leans in to take a look. "...well it's... a start." He smirks and leans back again. "There were a lot of rather... destructive items put to good use back then. In any case..." He glances towards Xavier, then back to Levis. "...if this thing with Borne is as you say, I don't see any reason to not help, but... Xavier brought me here with the intent of me helping him. The problems here... are significantly bigger than he let on though. Just... rest with the knowledge that I'm not like the Questers you know. I want to end all of this conflict with as little destruction as possible."

Mewtwo: .oO(I have read their minds. I can be certain Sergeant Levis' jealousy and Xavier's irrational want for revenge would cause them to fight him if we merely poked them.)

KitOrbel: .oO(... You always did have a better mind for planning than me. It's why you're the best.) She smiles softly, and goes back to her tea room, pausing to grab scones on the way. "Okay! Back, with the scones even. They're lemon blueberry."

Sergeant Levis: "Hmf." *He would eat the scone, half expecting it to poison him.* "Let me guess. Your leader also didn't use to be insane. I can tell, you know. Borne has made it his way to try and emulate your world after discovering its power."
"I'm here to set the clock back to before any one from your world came to Alsa, minus the handful of things that aren't entirely evil and useless."

Razor: "Mets? Well, he was always a little... off... but Xavier here isn't the same as he was then. Illian isn't either. They're both like... half of the whole, and entirely unstable because of it. The Mets I knew... well he'd be all on-board with that plan. And not trying to set this room on fire just because it's pink."

Sergeant Levis: "If it helps you balance the universe, so be it. But I will do what I have to do. No Quester has gotten in my way and survived... ...mostly because I don't fight stupid battles." *He would glance about.* "For example, this isn't my moon, so I am not going to engage in any fighting, as much as I would not want to leave you be if this were Alsa."

KitOrbel: *She sits down in her chair, pouring herself some tea and mixing in a single sugar cube.* "I'm sorry my very existence offends you so much, but I was eight years old when the Questers -you- know infected me. As you'll note, I've gotten better." *Says the magical girl sipping tea.*

Xavier Ridgecrest: *Wakes up* "Wha? Pink? Where?" *Takes out butter knife and freezes his hand to the wall.*

KitOrbel: "Don't you dare!"

Sergeant Levis: "A goddamn mass-murdering eight year old! You killed more people than Cholera."

KitOrbel: "I will rip your eyes out of their sockets and FEED THEM TO YOU if you so much as scratch the WALLPAPER."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "...Bah! I've had that happen at least five times!" *Can't remove hand* "...Meh."

Razor facepalms. Conversation derailed. He takes the opportunity to nip a scone when nobody's looking.

KitOrbel: *She coughs,* "I'll admit that I've got violent moments, but I was a child... And mother encouraged my behavior."

Sergeant Levis: "Ah, yes, Panzer. Mass Murderer of Alsa, author of crimes against humanity. Genocide too. It's a shame I couldn't kill her myself, but apparently she destroyed her own kind too. Feh."

KitOrbel: "She was the only mother I ever had and you will not speak ill of her in my tea room."

Sergeant Levis: "I already said I had to say, anything else would glorify her bloody work."

KitOrbel: "What we -should- be discussing is Garrick. He's on his way here and I don't want him tearing up my home on a wild goose chase."

Sergeant Levis: "Better to talk about what this guy here has to say." *He'd glance to Razor.* "You say this Xavier guy wasn't insane as he is now. Isn't there some potion to fix him too?"

Xavier Ridgecrest: "Garrick? What's this about Garrick?"

Metal Man (GM): Xavier would carefully wiggle his hand free without destroying the wallpaper.

Xavier Ridgecrest: "I must crash a space ship into his casino!"

KitOrbel: "He's coming here, on an asinine quest to find Mewtwo. Seriously, what would Mewtwo be doing on my moon."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "No one kills me except deadly demonic ninjas who I hire by accident!"

Editor's Note: This line confirms that this log and others after it occur after Xavier's stint as a leader of the SSS Stadium, thus. That makes sense, as he was even more loopy there than he was here.

Razor quickly shakes his head. "I've got some ideas, but don't worry about it..." He looks to Xavier. "...and don't worry about Garrick either. You have an idea to make Borne... less crazy... then go do it. I'LL stay here and wait for Garrick." He gives Xavier a very meaningful look.

Xavier Ridgecrest: "Bah! The only Mewtwo is my Mewtwo! I should tell Mewtwo to come here and kill him! He'll take all of Garrick's coins and give them to me, too."

KitOrbel: "Why not kill him yourself looking LIKE your Mewtwo?"

Xavier Ridgecrest: "Hmmm." *He thinks on that.*

Sergeant Levis: "Garrick is coming here, huh. To get Mewtwo."

Razor: "KitOrbel, don't encourage him. This is a distraction."

Sergeant Levis: "That son of a b@#ch. He wasn't satisfied with falsely accusing Borne of having Mewtwo."

KitOrbel: "I'd rather he be aimed at a problem like Garrick than burn my tea room down." =.=

Sergeant Levis: "He wants to turn us into the monsters. I can deal with him. I killed Julian, I can remove him too."

Razor: "Ugh. No! Would you all chill for a second and listen to me?"

KitOrbel: "... I'm listening."

Sergeant Levis: *Glances at Razor* "Well, he's not here yet, so I don't have any reason not to hear you."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "...Hmmmm..."

Razor: "Look, don't worry about Garrick. Fighting him shouldn't be a priority. From the sounds of it, you need to do what you can to administer that help to Borne before things get any worse. Thing is... he doesn't seem to see ME as an enemy, and I'd rather keep my association with Xavier and KitOrbel here less apparent. So... it makes the most sense that I wait for Garrick, while you all go handle Borne. Trust me... you know I can handle him just fine on my own."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "Yes. You can kill him! Kill him dead!"
"Old school pwnage. Here... here! I made this!"

Metal Man (GM): He takes out a bomb with a giant unhappy face on it.
It's made out of a scooter.

Xavier Ridgecrest: "I put Garrick's name on it too!"

Metal Man (GM): A kindergartner's scribblings spell out "GAWWIRK" on it.

Xavier Ridgecrest: "This should be enough explosion power to level... six point five orphanages."

Razor: "..." *He just slowly shakes his head.* "...I appreciate the thought, but that won't be necessary. I'd rather not blow another crater in KitOrbel's moon."

KitOrbel: "... Why don't all of you overwhelm him at once?"

Sergeant Levis: "The little mass murderer is right. We can all kill him at once."
"All I need is a bulldozer, maybe for old time's sake."

Razor: "...KitOrbel, do you really want them fighting on your moon? THESE TWO? I'm, at least, precise."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "I dunno. Razor can handle everything. He always did the right thing back when."

Sergeant Levis: "As the representative of the people Garrick killed, I want to make sure he's dead."

KitOrbel: "That's a good point. I don't want my moon being blown up. But I don't want Garrick here either."

Sergeant Levis: "I would prefer a different battlefield too. Wait... that's it."

Metal Man (GM): He points to Xavier.

Sergeant Levis: "Build another platform made out of garbage and launch him back onto Alsa!"

Razor: "...what."

Sergeant Levis: "Then I can get back there with this angel-winged guy... and I think we could kill him on Alsa."

KitOrbel: She sips her tea again, .oO(You really do have the -best- plans, Mister Mewtwo.)

Sergeant Levis: "You know this Xavier guy, right? He can do goddamn f@#$ing magic."
"Melts the laws of physics and everything."
"The moon is perfectly safe. Just ask your magical genie to do it!"

Razor: "...what."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "I don't have a giant cannon to fire myself out of! Do you have a giant cannon, KitOrbel?"
"...You're a mischievous little girl. You HAVE to be hiding a weapon of mass destruction somewhere."
"Maybe that's why you won't let me look in the wallpaper. Don't worry, your secret is safe with me."
"I have at least eight in my living room."

KitOrbel: "..." .oO(Do we have a cannon?)

Razor: "Look... you..." *He points to Levis.* "...what's more important? Helping save your home, or vengeance?"

Sergeant Levis: "Not getting roped into either-or fallacies. That's what's more important."
"I can save my home, and kill Garrick... simultaneously."
"Borne will be impressed. He will come to award me. Then I can inject him with the cure."

Razor: "It's not a fallacy. Fighting Garrick on Alsa is not only bound to cause a lot of destruction... but I'm pretty sure Borne won't do something that incredibly stupid..."

Sergeant Levis: "Well, that's the trick." *He cocks his brow.* "It's not to be done on GUN territory."

KitOrbel: "... I think I can get you a cannon, of sorts, Xavier. Or at least I can get you enough space junk that's found it's way to the moon to help you build one. You can also use the ruins of that ship you crashed here."

Sergeant Levis: "Filthy Illian territory. Blow that to bits all you want."

Mewtwo: .oO(I can... 'fake' a cannon if need be.)

Xavier Ridgecrest: "All right. We just need Garrick. Then we launch him and us off of this rock."

Sergeant Levis: "Of course, if you have some secret-superweapon, now's the time to note it. Don't want to get dirty doing a bad plan."

KitOrbel: "Go salvage what you need from the ship you crashed, I'll get you something at least cannon-like."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "My ship was made out of dead people! ...No matter, the radioactive Time Cop waste will do!"

Razor: "...I fought alongside Garrick when he was a scrub, just learning the ropes. That's what you don't seem to get... I AM the weapon." *He sighs and steps back.* "...but you know what... I know better than to stand in the way when Xavier's in an inventive mood. I'm gonna go relax on the ship... this lace is making my eyes bleed."

Sergeant Levis: "Ah." *He thinks.* "You must be the Borne to Garrick's Jack. Goddamn shame. Seeing your friend go insane like that."
"We're doing him a favor, killing him. He can't be fixed."

Razor glances over towards him. "I've seen worse." With that, he departs, affixing his helmet and heading back to the ship.

Sergeant Levis: "...I bet you have..."

Metal Man (GM): Xavier walks out as well.
Sergeant Levis... can't leave.

Sergeant Levis: "...How am I to get off of this rock again?"

Metal Man (GM): He looks to KitOrbel.

Sergeant Levis: "Do you have a space ship, or am I going to have to live in your tearoom for the next 5 years of my life?"

KitOrbel: "..." *She coughs,* "I've got a teleporter."

Sergeant Levis: "Well, sucks to be you. Borne blocked those. The one non-insane part of him put up the barrier again."
"Do you have a radio?"

KitOrbel: "Yes."

Sergeant Levis: "Lemme use it. I don't plan on giving your location away either. I might need it again. I'm going to cause one of my personal friends to fly their space ship out of barrier range. Then you can warp me onto that ship."
"He won't believe any of this happened."
"The best damn cover story in the universe."
"'I was kidnapped by Xavier Ridgecrest and taken to the lair of the little girl who killed thousands, where I spoke with an angel-man about what to do about Garrick'"
"He'll chalk it up to smoke inhalation."
"...And I'll be sure to tell him it was on an asteroid somewhere else, in case anyone is insane enough to double check my story."

KitOrbel: "..." =.=; "I didn't kill thousands. I just screamed and a ship exploded. They might not even be related." *She stands and brushes her skirts off again.* "I'll get you the radio."

Sergeant Levis: "I'd argue the point, but then you might make me stay here for another hour. Your house, your rules." *He shrugs.*
"You're still better than that inhuman space lunatic."

KitOrbel: *She goes off and comes back with a basic communication device.*

Sergeant Levis: "I don't even know what he did. He just feels like a serial killer."

Metal Man (GM): Sergeant Levis dials it up.

Sergeant Levis: "Squad 211. Requesting patrol in space quadrant 23-45."

???: "Received, credentials... Sergeant Levis, I thought you were dead?"

Sergeant Levis: "Nope. Got blasted a ways. I'll tell you in a minute."

???: "Okay then..."

Sergeant Levis: "Ready the warp. They'll be there in a moment."

KitOrbel: She nods and pulls out her compact- messing with it a bit. .oO(I almost want to ask you to warp him to the center of the sun, but I think he might want to destroy Garrick more than double cross me when Xavier's here.)

Mewtwo: .oO(I've read his mind. You are too far down on his kill list for him to bother double crossing you any time soon. Just remember to eventually kill him... ...after he's killed Garrick, Xavier, and... hmmm... a large number of Illian's men. Unusual.)

KitOrbel: .oO(Oh, and I forgot to tell you happy birthday a few days ago, I felt terrible so I bought you a dartboard with Giovanni's face on it. I hope it's enough...)

Mewtwo: .oO(The help with ensuring Garrick never finds me shall suffice as a birthday present, besides that as well, of course.)

KitOrbel: *She smiles,* "Say the word, I've got it set up to teleport you when I get the coordinates." <3

???: "I'm in the area. What am I looking for?"

Sergeant Levis: "This." *He motions to KitOrbel.* "Now, warp me."

KitOrbel: She nods and presses a button. .oO(Now.)

Metal Man (GM): Levis is warped. The radio clunks to the floor.

???: *R* "Whoa!"

Sergeant Levis: *R* "All right, let's get somewhere else." *Radio turns off.*

KitOrbel: *She smirks,* "Okay, that's one." *She turns to Razor.* "Is there anything you need?" <3

Metal Man (GM): KitOrbel would see the footsteps in the dust.
Garrick would be on his ship, about to head to the moon.
All's ready... except one thing. An incoming comms call.

Garrick Fy`aar is flipping a number of switches and prepping the ship for space flight, mentioning a few things to Red.
"You're probably going to want to stay here. You're pokemon are powerful and all, but they can't do much in the vacuum of spa--eh?"
*He frowns and checks to see who it is. Probably Borne again.*

Metal Man (GM): And...
It's a radio call from...

Razor: "Hey... Garrick? Tell me I got the right frequency here..."

Garrick Fy`aar pauses.
"...h... huh."
*He begins to triangulate the source of the call.*
"Didn't expect that..."
*He would respond after a few moments. If he had the right frequency, then he probably already had a decent idea of where he was. No use in trying to hide just yet.*

Metal Man (GM): From what you can tell, it's coming from the moon. Wait. Why is he on the moon?

Garrick Fy`aar: *C* "...Razor. Mind telling me why you're on Alsa?"

Razor: "...guess so. Been a while, eh? I guess at least on your end. Look, man... I want to talk, but there's no time right now... and this is hardly the place. That moon you're heading towards? Don't. Xavier and one of Borne's men are setting up a trap here... total fluke they showed up, but apparently KitOrbel nests here, and she somehow saw you were coming. Was oddly pushy about getting everyone to kill you... and me? I don't like that plan."

Garrick Fy`aar: *C* "I'm sure."
*He turns to Red and gives him a pointed look, as if Christmas just came early.*

Red looks on, listening curiously.

Razor: "Look, Xavier just blew up a Smash Energy factory on Alsa. Or... Borne did trying to kill him, I'm really not sure. Shit is getting really bad... and I was hoping to maybe have ONE person I could call on who could be reasonable, instead of immediately resorting to murder and fire to solve every problem. I hear that's not you anymore... but I was hoping you could prove me wrong."

Garrick Fy`aar: *C* "You know me, I'm always one to use my head before my gun."
*C* "The question, however, then becomes... how do I know I can trust you?"

Razor: "You don't, I suppose, other than the fact that I'm telling you this. Give me somewhere safe we can meet... hell, I'm flying a bucket of bolts that could be shot down by a stiff breeze. If you need anything more than pretty much putting the gun right in your hands, tell me. I'm all ears."

Garrick Fy`aar: *C* "Standby."
*He mutes the call for now, frowning as he leans back in the chair and ponders the whole situation for a moment... he nods a few times and engages engines.*

Metal Man (GM): Where to?

Garrick Fy`aar: "Things have a possibility of getting really heavy, Red."

Red: "I will be ready for whatever happens."

Metal Man (GM): Your ship nears the moon. Indeed, it would begin to pick up disparate energy signatures.
Simultaneously, KitOrbel would detect Garrick's ship by virtue of Mewtwo's base's sensors.

Mewtwo: .oO(I detect Garrick's ship inbound. Additionally, Xavier has looted highly dangerous and irradiated materials from the Time Cop base. Additionally additionally, the one who calls himself Razor is a sitting duck in that sensorless ship he is in. What should we do, KitOrbel?)

KitOrbel: She takes a deep breath, .oO(Right now? I don't know. I almost want to see what happens... Razor could prove valuable in the future, but he could also just as easily become a thorn in my side. Garrick needs to be disposed of... And Xavier, while dangerous, is still controllable... At the moment at least.)

Metal Man (GM): Garrick Fy`aar: You're at the moon. You detect one small, weak ship on the surface.

Garrick Fy`aar: "High yield energy signatures... KitOrbel, Razor, and Xavier all in one place at one time... a missing piece of Mewtwo DNA."

Metal Man (GM): And one highly irradiated part.

Garrick Fy`aar: "Yeah. Looks like we found out what was going on. Smash Energy coming from these guys, most likely."
*He suddenly glances at Red.*
"...if you had the chance... could you CATCH Mewtwo?"

Red: "..." *He would get a rather straight face.* "Mewtwo was created by Team Rocket. Unless he aims to do us harm, I do not believe he should be captured. If he is here, then it is clearly so he could stay away and not harm us."

Garrick Fy`aar: "It's not a matter of should."

Red: "In time past he sealed himself away in the Unknown Dungeon for similar reasons. I toyed with capturing him once, but... he is sentient like you or I."

Garrick Fy`aar: "Look, I'm not entirely sure this is the Mewtwo you are familiar with."

Metal Man (GM): As you are in orbit, you would hear something on the radio.

Xavier Ridgecrest: *R* "Is that you, Garrick?" *You start to hear cackling.*

Garrick Fy`aar: "Trapping him in a Pokeball might be--"
*He suddenly scowls low at Red, slowly turning to face the radio.*

Xavier Ridgecrest: *R* "You've come to try and kill me again, haven't you." *He cackles some more.* "But I'm afraid that isn't going to haaaappen~"

Garrick Fy`aar thinks for a hard moment.
*R* "...Xavier. Since it appears you've stepped up the deadline, I guess I'll just do this now."

Xavier Ridgecrest: *R* "You have no idea what you're dealing with. Heh... heh... HEH..."

Garrick Fy`aar: *R* "I wish to parley."

Xavier Ridgecrest: *R* "...Damn. All my deathtraps are worthless against this thing you call parley." *He would shake his fist.* "What in the world would cause you to not mindlessly try to kill me?"

Garrick Fy`aar: *R* "Because I never wanted to kill you in the first place! You and your damn Questers seem to have this crazy idea that I want to kill all of you."

Xavier Ridgecrest: *R* "Whatever. It's no fun if you're acting sane. I'll just leave this pile of radioactive rubble over to the side in case you want to play."

KitOrbel: She takes a deep breath and keeps her eyes on the monitors. .oO(Mewtwo, are you sure Razor wants Garrick dead? I know Xavier does, and so does the GUN-Freak, but does Razor? I need this plan to go off without a hitch.)

Garrick Fy`aar: *R* "Just go away! Go home! Leave Alsa alone!"

Mewtwo: .oO(While he does not particularly want him dead distinctly, he can be prodded into attacking him.)

Xavier Ridgecrest: "Not-so-fast! Alsa killed the Questers, and gave them a bad name! I intend to get revenge! By killing Illian! Or at least making him sob like a baby! They were making false smash energy too, so I blew that up."
"Stupid SOBs. Smash Energy doesn't belong on their stupid planet!"

Garrick Fy`aar: *R* "Alsa did not kill the Questers, the Questers did that to themselves. We just want peace here. And you, running around doing insane things, is not peaceful."
*R* "Go home. Don't return. We won't screw with you if you won't screw with us. That simple."

Xavier Ridgecrest: *R* "It's not quite that simple. I can't just do that. What will I tell the vast fleets of death that I've assembled? That Illian is just going to not try to kill us all?"

Garrick Fy`aar: *R* "He's NOT."

Xavier Ridgecrest: *R* "And what in the world are you if not wanting me dead? A bizarro pirate?"
*R* "A burrito pirate! That's it!"
*R* "Arrr... arrr! Burritos, matey!"

Garrick Fy`aar: *R* "Make no mistake. I will defend this planet and it's people if you try to do something to them."
*R* "But I want all the bloodshed to end. Now. And that starts with you taking your people and leaving."

Xavier Ridgecrest: *R* "But... this is KitOrbel's moon! I can't make her leave! I tried to let her let me burn her doilies but she said that was illegal!"
*R* "And Razor's ship is so dinky, if he takes off, he'll probably be sucked into the vacuum of space. Also, I lost my inviso-car somewhere on Alsa's surface. Could you pick it up for me?"

Garrick Fy`aar: *R* "And I thought KitOrbel was YOUR soldier. YOUR Quester. Aren't you the leader of the Questers? MAKE her leave."

Xavier Ridgecrest: *R* "Everyone wants me to tell people to do things. It's not fair! I just want to kill people for no reason with hockey pucks." *He pouts.* "All right, but first, I have to warn you about those ships that appear to have appeared behind you, having no particular markings, being almost invisible, and that seem to not be interested in announcing they exist. Good thing you have me here, watching outer space with my normal eyes for you."

Garrick Fy`aar: *R* "...really?"
*R* "This is what you're going for?"

Xavier Ridgecrest: *R* "You can see for yourself. They're right there. Heck, I don't even have any guns pointed at you. I left them in my car. Which is stuck on Alsa!"

KitOrbel: .oO(... Can I intercept their conversation somehow? Because it's taking Xavier -far- too long to start blowing things up.)

Xavier Ridgecrest: *R* "Or you can keep paying attention to me, making yourself unable to react in time to those glowing things they are doing."

Garrick Fy`aar: *R* "Enough of this. Leave. Now."

Mewtwo: .oO(I'm not sure. It appears there is something going on behind Garrick. The conversation may--)

Metal Man (GM): Garrick's ship is hit by a beam ..Then another one.
He's under attack.

Sergeant Levis: *R* "I almost was afraid that maniac would give my bloody location away."

Garrick Fy`aar: "SONFOA--" *He quickly screams the ship around, spinning into evasive maneuvers to get out of the range of the attacks.*

Xavier Ridgecrest: *R* "I tried to help you, seriously! ...I still don't have a ship, so I'm going to sit here and pout!"

KitOrbel: .oO(Thank Arceus for back up plans.)

Metal Man (GM): You'd turn around. Borne ships are everywhere.

Sergeant Levis: *R* "Go ahead, try to escape, you filthy mongrel. You'll pay for every single Alsan life you've killed."

Garrick Fy`aar quickly does a check on the ship, making sure he wasn't beaten up too bad.

Sergeant Levis: *R* "I defend this planet, not you. You're one of those space aliens who invaded our world."

Garrick Fy`aar: "Fucking dammit, Borne!"

Metal Man (GM): The ship has capacity to spare, but you're outnumbered.

Sergeant Levis: *R* "I'm afraid Borne has no hand in this. He's gone mad. Like you."

Razor growls under his breath. "GODDAMMIT, Garrick, I told you!" He starts up his little bucket of bolts and brings up Xavier on the comms. "Change of heart, Mets? I expected you to start shooting."

Xavier Ridgecrest: *R* "I... don't have a space ship... or a gun large enough to kill him. To be honest, he missed a perfectly good opportunity to blow me up again!"

Garrick Fy`aar: *R* "Dammit, I am NOT CRAZY. I'm trying to HELP this planet!"

Xavier Ridgecrest: *R* "I'm going to go hide under a large space rock because my nearest ticket out of here is still several lightyears away. Ahhhhhhhh!!!" *Flees.*

Razor: "Since when has that stopped you before?" *He sighs and cuts that comm, watching and just trying to puzzle out what to do at this point.*

Garrick Fy`aar glances at his side console, then slams it with his fist a few times. "For fuck sake, this too?!"

Sergeant Levis: *R* "Don't even think about calling for help, I've jammed all the frequencies you use. It's you and me, and I will finish what I started!"

KitOrbel: *R* "Xavier, come here. We need to figure out how we're going to get your car."

Sergeant Levis: *R* "I killed Julian, and I'll kill you too!"
*R* "None of you filthy Questers will ever claim to control this planet!"

Garrick Fy`aar: *R* "Dammit, Levis! Xavier and two Questers are on the fucking moon! I'm NOT YOUR ENEMY!"

Sergeant Levis: *R* "To the contrary. Xavier saved my life and made me remember that you were one of them. And that Borne had lost his mind. And I saw it now, with you not killing Xavier!"
*R* "You have gone mad like they are! And I shall end it!"

Metal Man (GM): He flies the ship directly at you. Ramming speed.

Garrick Fy`aar: *R* "I'm trying to get them to go away so we don't have a fucking inter-dimensional war!"

Editor's Note: Don't worry, Garrick, that's an entirely other RPG from this one~

Metal Man (GM): Xavier wanders into the cave where KitOrbel is.

Sergeant Levis: *R* "They said they'd go away. Once you're dead."

Garrick Fy`aar: "Screw this. If he wants to blow me up, he'll blow us all up. Hang on, Red."

Sergeant Levis: *R* "None of them has the balls to kill you!"

KitOrbel: *She's pacing,* "Give me the coordinates of your car and I'll try to teleport you to it."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "It's on the surface! There's a block in place!"

Metal Man (GM): Levis' ship crashes into yours, crumpling the shields and setting off many indicators.

KitOrbel: "Plan B then. How durable are you?"

Garrick Fy`aar rocks to the side of his chair, growling as he pulls himself back into it.

Xavier Ridgecrest: "I could probably survive a black hole for a while without dying. That durable enough?"

Sergeant Levis: *R* "Once you are dead, then they can leave. They will have nothing to be here for!"

Razor: "...fuckit." *He starts pulling the REDITS off the planet, getting the full suit on, as uncomfortable as it may be. He stays low to the surface, but keeps a decent clip as he sees Levis ram Garrick's ship.*

Sergeant Levis: *R* "I will cure Borne of the madness you infected him with. You made him kidnap you!"

KitOrbel: "So if I shot you at the earth, you'd survive re-entry?"

Xavier Ridgecrest: "Yes."

Garrick Fy`aar: "We're leaving, Red. Get ready for a fight."

Metal Man (GM): Levis' ship opens fire, now starting to rip massive holes in Garrick's ship.

KitOrbel: "Perfect. Just tell me where to aim."

Sergeant Levis: "Every shot is for a person you've killed!"

Garrick Fy`aar turns and pilots a course... for Levis' ship. A collision course right back at him.

KitOrbel: .oO(Mewtwo? I need that cannon.)

Metal Man (GM): Sergeant Levis sees you coming... ...and speeds up.

Mewtwo: .oO(I'm getting it ready.)

KitOrbel: .oO(Thank you...)

Sergeant Levis: "You fool. Trying to ram me? All my ships are as sturdy as my bulldozers!"

Garrick Fy`aar sets the coordinates, engages the power... and he and Red warp out of there.

Metal Man (GM): Razor would see Garrick's ship be brutally destroyed by Levis' ship.
The... cheers of Levis' men ring through the comms.

Sergeant Levis: *R* "Another bloody bastard killed. Death to the Alsan Questers!"

Metal Man (GM): Meanwhile, KitOrbel would discover Red (the pokemon trainer) and Garrick... inside her base.
And from what Razor saw, it looks like Garrick just got killed by Levis.
React accordingly.

KitOrbel: "..." *She just stares at them both, and goes for her weapon.*

Garrick Fy`aar draws his pistol just as fast, pointing it at her.

Xavier Ridgecrest: "Wait! They're not going to kill us! At least not immediately! Broccoli! Or was it Orangutan? ...What was the word he used... Spaghetti!"

KitOrbel: *She pulls hers as well.* "Drop it and get out of my home. This is the -only- place I can be happy anymore."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "Ostrich!"

Garrick Fy`aar: "Bullshit. You're on my home turf now. Go back to Nintendus where you belong."

Razor winces slightly at the crash. He quickly scans the area of the exploded ship with his eyes... and slowly lands the REDITS again. Stupid bucket of bolts. "...I really wish this thing had some GODDAMNED SENSORS. Or maybe, I don't know, a pair of binoculars?" He sighs and cuts the power. "...well... he's smart enough to eject... just gotta wait til the debris clears."

Xavier Ridgecrest: *Sniffs the air* "...I smell destroyed space ships."

KitOrbel: "Nintendus isn't my home. And you're leaving. Now."

Sergeant Levis: *R* "No life signs found on the ship. He's dead. Take the wreckage back to HQ. We will be hailed as heroes!"

Metal Man (GM): Levis and his shadow fleet depart, believing they killed Garrick.

Garrick Fy`aar: "Then go to where ever your home really is! Alsa is under MY charge now."
"Not yours."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "Weren't those angry men screaming on the comms the ones who said really controlled Alsa?"

KitOrbel: "I told you, this IS my home."

Garrick Fy`aar: "Oh, yes, the men you sicced on me. Very nice, by the way."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "I actually wanted you to shoot him. I figured he was not expecting my inevitable but obvious betrayal of him once he lost all use to me."

KitOrbel: "Second door from the left. Look inside."

Razor: "Mets... Borne's men have cleared out. Trashed Garrick's ship pretty good. I'm looking into the wreckage, but it's pretty hard to see anything in this piece of shit."

Garrick Fy`aar turns his attention back to KitOrbel. "I don't give a fuck. Last I heard, you were a little demon girl spawn from Deloth's and Panzer's crazed conception. And I'll have you know a LOT of people on this planet want Panzer's head on a stick. I'm sure their daughter would do just fine as well."

Garrick Fy`aar: "Not a very homey sort of place for you."

KitOrbel: "... I'm ADOPTED."

Garrick Fy`aar: "Close enough for someone with a butcher's knife."

KitOrbel: "They adopted me because my parents are dead, my planet is dead, my home is DEAD. And now mother is dead too. This place- this small place... This is all I have."

Xavier Ridgecrest: *R* "Huh. I see Garrick over here. He's busy starting another thermonuclear war."
*R* "We should toast some Panera Bread over the likely flames."

KitOrbel: "It's my home. Just this little moon base. I can be happy here."

Garrick Fy`aar stares at her.

Xavier Ridgecrest: *R* "Those Levi Jeans guys aren't too bright."

Razor: "...so... you can't just ever speak sanely, can you? I'm coming back in." *Power cut and out the door he goes, wandering back into KitOrbel's cavehouse.*

Metal Man (GM): Razor would see Xavier shrugging as he walks in and sees Garrick staring at KitOrbel.

Garrick Fy`aar: "...look. I feel for you. But the presence of more Questers on this planet is just going to make things worse. The entire planet, the planet itself, is out to get you and yours."

Razor: "...huh. Good play. Glad you had a good plan there, because mine hinged on doing something with the old REDITS." *He pauses and looks over towards KitOrbel.* "Technically, this isn't on the planet. It's the moon."

KitOrbel: "I told you, look in the second door on the left."

Garrick Fy`aar: "Like I'd turn my back on you three."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "Don't worry, Garrick. All I have is this harmless hairdryer."

KitOrbel: *She puts her gun away.* "Xavier, down the hallway is the cannon you need to get your car."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "Darn. I was going to scare him by accidentally shooting a light fixture. Then I remembered, you would make me experience the Shining if I damaged your girly wallpaper."

KitOrbel: "It's not girly! There is nothing wrong with purple roses on pink wallpaper!" >//<

Xavier Ridgecrest: "...But wait! No... give me one moment. I must bask in the memories. The last time Garrick and Razor were in the same room... I was... ..." *He pauses.*
"...How many years has it been?"
"10... 50? 500?"

Garrick Fy`aar: "Not enough."

Razor might actually be a bit strange to Garrick right now, since he looked... well, almost exactly the same as the last time they'd been together. "...your memories of me that soured by everything that happened in the meantime, Garrick?"

KitOrbel: "... With sandalwood trim..." >.> "So I've spent the last hundred years interior decorating. So sue me." =.=

Garrick Fy`aar: "Seeing as about twelve of you have tried to kill me so far, yeah, sorta."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "I... haven't seen you two in the same room since the last time there was any reason for me to be sane. It's... odd... almost like I don't need to be insane to pretend that..."

Metal Man (GM): Xavier continues staring.

Xavier Ridgecrest: "I can't... quite process this... I thought everything was destroyed and lost... That the only friends I had were exploding power tools!"

Garrick Fy`aar: "I'm done. Get off the moon, get off the planet, get out of this system and go back to Nintendus. Alsa cannot enter a golden age and we can't have peace with the Questers STILL AROUND."

Razor: "That was after my time..." *He trails off and looks over towards Xavier.* "...Mets... you alright? You're sounding kinda... normal."

KitOrbel: "Xavier. Leave. Go. Get. Your. Car."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "Garrick may talk like Tetra and Charles Magellean's deranged lovechild, but... it's still... so nostalgic! Yes... that's it..."

Garrick Fy`aar: "FOR FUCK SAKE, SHUT UP!"

Metal Man (GM): He stands there for a moment, looking befuddled.

Garrick Fy`aar: "I've already reined in my fucking temper just talking with you for ten damn minutes!"

KitOrbel: "Just tell me why you were coming here, before you found out about us. That's all I want to know."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "Alright, I'll cut out the insane talk. I don't need it now that you are here again."

Garrick Fy`aar: "Because YOU WERE ON THE SURFACE."

Metal Man (GM): Xavier idly drops the hairdryer to the ground.

KitOrbel: "Because I needed to get my father's mask!"

Garrick Fy`aar: "Don't! Care!"

Xavier Ridgecrest: "I'll tell you the truth, the lack of any Questers... real Questers... being around drove me completely insane. Everything I did was for nothing. Nobody knew anything I spoke about anymore."
"A bunch of weird fools stole the title 'Quester' and drove it into the ground."

KitOrbel: "..." *She looks at Xavier.*

Razor seems rather intently interested in Xavier's sudden... clarity.

Xavier Ridgecrest: "If you want to know what I really feel, it is that we simply clean up this godawful mess and put things back the way they always should have been."

Garrick Fy`aar: "I don't believe you. As God as my witness, Xavier, I will never believe you."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "You think I liked Julian Sawyer?"

Garrick Fy`aar: "You have caused too much pain to too many people for me to trust you now. You shouldn't exist."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "I don't need your trust. I simply want your ear."

Garrick Fy`aar: "RAZOR didn't get my ear."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "I. Went Mad. Because a bunch of insane people ruined everything I ever did. Then... some other people... who weren't me... tried to come in and claim they were the real me, when they only played at being me for 15 minutes and left."

Garrick Fy`aar: "Oh, really? You mean the entire museum dedicated to how much you and the fucking people you led killed mountains of innocents on Alsa?"

Xavier Ridgecrest: "I didn't lead them. I shot at them."
"I tried to KILL them."

Metal Man (GM): He would take out his smash dex, showing video of the Wing Fortress attacking the Alsan Questers.

Xavier Ridgecrest: "I fooled them, used them. They were not my Questers. They never were." *He would point to KitOrbel.* "That doesn't mean I want to kill them now, as that would be stupid." *He would then however point to Razor and Garrick.* "But you two come first in my book. If you want my cooperation, then, I have a simple set of conditions I want, none of which you will find insane."
"Illian must leave this universe and never return. Any Alsan Quester is to stop calling themself a Quester ever again. And Borne is to stop his threats against Nintendus and remove Sergeant Levis."
"Do these things and I shall leave for Nintendus, never to return again."

Garrick Fy`aar: "Even if I did agree to your conditions, there are too many people that want the three of you dead. They'll hunt you down and cause this to just explode all over again."

KitOrbel: *She nods at Xavier,* "I don't think of myself as a Quester anyway. I'm a magical girl." *She looks back at Garrick,* "Listen... Garrick, I'm not leaving here... There's something- someone here that I refuse to be separated from. I'll never leave him, even if I have to give up everything. I'll never leave him, because he's the only one who knows me. My whole life he's known me, he's protected me, and he makes me smile.*

Xavier Ridgecrest: "Is that really your problem?"

Razor: "...nobody wants me dead..."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "I had problems before I came to the world of Nintendus. As for KitOrbel... eh. I don't speak for her, because she isn't a Quester, and I didn't lead her."
*Shakes his head* "She did give me a nice mask trick though, I will give her that. For that, anyway, I consider us even."

Garrick Fy`aar: "If you're talking about Mewtwo, then take him the fuck with you."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "It was the other, thankfully dead Alsan Questers who I wanted to die. Mewtwo? ...But my Mewtwo is on Nintendus."
"He doesn't like Alsa."
"I tried once, when I in my normal insanity. He said the air tasted bad and the people were weird."

Red: "..." *Is utterly confused.*

Xavier Ridgecrest: "Is there something I don't know going on with Mewtwo? Because I have, and will do, plenty of insane things. But that isn't one of them."

KitOrbel: "... There's another Mewtwo. He was who teleported me away when battles got too much for me when I was a kid. When I cried, he saved me."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "Compassionate people on Alsa? Now I've heard everything."

Garrick Fy`aar scowls at that.

Razor: "People are people. They aren't defined by their origin or home."

KitOrbel: "He helped me decorate the tea room. That's why there's so much purple... He's why my magical girl uniform is purple."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "I guess he IS purple..."

Garrick Fy`aar: "...oh, for fuck sake, even to this day..."

Metal Man (GM): Xavier continues to look befuddled.

Razor: "...what to this day?"

Xavier Ridgecrest: "...Dammit. I still wanted to fight someone. I wanted someone to kill that I could claim was the source of those bad Questers who aren't here. But... there's nobody! I keep searching... they aren't around. The bad apples destroyed... oh... oh... duh."

Metal Man (GM): He slaps his visor.

Xavier Ridgecrest: "There is still Digi. Heh... heh heh heh..."

KitOrbel: "... And we're back to my original plan of destroying Digi."

Garrick Fy`aar: "...look."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "..." *He would point to Garrick.* "Also, I would like to spar you, sometime that won't get us killed by maniacs from outer space. I'd say the same to Razor, but I'd probably lose before I finished pointing at him."

Garrick Fy`aar: "There's no one on Alsa anymore that calls themself a Quester."

Xavier Ridgecrest: *Sighs* "All those years spent electroplating bombs with gold and none of it spent on fighting technique."

Garrick Fy`aar: "Questers are a demon that people whisper about to their children so they'll be good before bedtime."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "Are you entirely sure of this, Garrick? I found KitOrbel, though she isn't... really one of the main people... and... was actually willing to aid me for some strange reason..."

Garrick Fy`aar: "I plan on hunting them down, anyway."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "...There was a pirate guy... ...he was so lame I let him loose in an airport somewhere."

Garrick Fy`aar: "I also plan on killing Borne and all his men as well."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "... ...And Demon. Could you really say yes to killing Demon? It's not even a fight."

Garrick Fy`aar: "As for Illian... I can't speak for him."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "Illian is my problem. He confuses me and the Alsan Questers who are probably all already dead."

Garrick Fy`aar: "Send Demon to me, if you want him dead."

KitOrbel: *She brushes some glitter off her magical girl outfit,* "I'm helping because I did terrible things as a child, and I can't be a pure and shining beam of love and friendship with -that- black mark on my record. I wanted to set it all straight."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "I guess I could." *He crosses his mouth.* "But now that I'm not in my insane mood, senseless death feels bad again. I think I'd rather send Demon far away from all of us to go torture denizens of hell."

Garrick Fy`aar: "Do whatever you want with him, then. I could care less."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "Give him a stipend for all that money I stole from him."

Razor: "...and here we have the original issue creeping up again... well, one of the two that you brought me here for. Illian. He strikes me as far too stubborn to just give up."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "Illian... will never give up. He defeated a God. He is part of why the Questers went nuts."
"He made the Questers think they were always right."
"Then Julian codified it into his golden rule."
"Illian is here, even though Julian is gone."
"Of course, since you knocked me out of my insanity, I no longer feel like killing him if there is another answer." *He then smirks maniacally.* "Iiii don't think he'll give us one."

Garrick Fy`aar: "Yeah, I don't trust this 'sanity' for a minute."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "You need not do so." *He smirks.* "What will you do about Illian if I should simply not come to Alsa and he still wants revenge?"

Razor: "Y'know... I can't really blame your caution in this case, Garrick." *He glances to Xavier.* "...this'd be a lot easier if there was just one of you again."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "The problem is that he was a visitor, not actually me. An alien, a different person. I was always... as I am now." *He smirks again.* "Part sane, part insane, depending on the circumstances."

KitOrbel: "Redemption is in the Tragic Backstory clause of my magical girl contract..." *She looks at Razor, then looks away,* "So is a 'tragic romantic subplot'. I'm actively trying to keep that one from happening though. In any case, I'm getting myself another scone. You boys want any?"

Xavier Ridgecrest: "I have only fallen out of my insanity because I was confronted with a chance to legitimately get what I wanted the sane way. Even my insane side can't say no to that."

Garrick Fy`aar fires off a shot about two feet from KitOrbel's head.
"Yeah, no. You'll stay right where you are."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "...Or to the scone. I will definitely have a sco--" *Pauses.* "Or maybe not. Maybe I'm the sane one after all." *Chuckles to himself.*

KitOrbel: "..." *She pouts,* "Please don't shoot at someone in their own home. It's rude. Now seriously, they're lemon blueberry. Do you want a scone or not?"

Xavier Ridgecrest: "It's my scones that are classified as weapons of mass destruction, Garrick."

Garrick Fy`aar: "..."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "I learned how to cook from VG, the master of poisoning people."

KitOrbel: "Razor had one earlier and he's still alive."

Razor: "Y'know, KitOrbel... why isn't your Mewtwo here with us?"

Garrick Fy`aar: "I'm more worried about you running off to do something unseemly."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "Maybe he's shy and afraid of people."

KitOrbel: *She points at Red.*

Red: *Even more confused.*

Razor: "...he wasn't here the whole time."

KitOrbel: "He's not fond of Pokemon Trainers. When we found out Garrick was coming- he told me he had heard of Garrick catching pokemon, and didn't want to spend the rest of his life in a tiny little ball."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "So... I... was going to go get my car. If you... don't want to shoot me, then I'll go." *He would gesture.* "Or if you do want to shoot me... please simply tell me not to move, I don't want to waste your bullets."

Red: "Mewtwo could have come in and attacked us by now, or wiped all our memories. I cannot say for certain with how powerful you are, but he clearly has no interest in messing with any of us."

KitOrbel: "He's not violent."

Garrick Fy`aar: "...fine."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "Now my Mewtwo, my Mewtwo is plenty violent."

Garrick Fy`aar: "Go get your damn scone."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "Just the other day he hurled a chair into my head for singing Yellow Submarine. Weeee alll llli---eep. Better not."

Garrick Fy`aar: "You." *Points his gun at Xavier* "You're not to set foot on Alsa. If you want your car, we'll send it to you."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "...But my car is invisible."

Razor: "...I'd do the same, so yeah."

Garrick Fy`aar: "We'll find it."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "It's... got a Time Cop thing on it."

Garrick Fy`aar: "We'll find it."

KitOrbel: "My Mewtwo is a gentle soul, we have tea together and when I was younger, he read bedtime stories to me." *She goes into- the second door on the left! Coming back with a plate of scones and a cup of tea.*

Xavier Ridgecrest: "...Don't scratch the invisible paint?"

Garrick Fy`aar: "We'll be sure not to."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "...And what about Sergeant Levis?"

Garrick Fy`aar: "I'll kill him."

Razor: "You're taking a lot on your shoulders here, Garrick..."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "Make sure to destroy whatever Borne is using to revive him with too. It smelled like Smash Energy. Bad Smash Energy."
"I was hoping you would shoot and kill him earlier."

Garrick Fy`aar: *The main thing the three of you would realize by now is just how... OLD Garrick looks. He doesn't seem like an old man like he was during the end of the Alsa Questers, but he just looks worn out.*
"Yeah, pardon me for not listening to your 'HEY, WHAT'S THAT?!' ploy that you've done several billion times."

KitOrbel: *She hands the plate to Xavier. Since he wanted a scone.*

Xavier Ridgecrest: *Carefully takes off his helmet and eats it, revealing his own eldritch abomination face*
"I... don't know what I was thinking either."
"I could have simply said nothing and gotten you killed even faster, but... I feel like I could potentially heal the damage that is done here." *He then would gesture to his badge.* "...Then crunch these infernal badges so we can all move on."

Razor: "Is that what was happening? You could've just asked me... er wait, you still don't trust me either, right." *He brings a hand up and lightly cracks his neck.*

Garrick Fy`aar finally, FINALLY starts to lower his gun.

Xavier Ridgecrest: "...We should just team up and destroy Digi."

Garrick Fy`aar: "The three of you will not set foot on Alsa. I will... speak... to people regarding KitOrbel. We'll find and send your damn car back to you."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "What if Borne wants it? It has things..."

Garrick Fy`aar: "Borne is going to die anyway."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "Oh. ... ...Are you sure I can't help you with that? I wanted him dead too."

Garrick Fy`aar: "You are not to set foot on Alsa."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "He called my little buddy Ederick a m@#%#$ f#$%#$."

Garrick Fy`aar: "If you can some how get him to Nintendus, then by all means."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "All Ederick did was betray him, then go back in time and steal space ships from him."

Razor: "Garrick, I just want to reiterate... people there don't really know me, and you can't do this all on your own."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "It was nothing big."

Garrick Fy`aar: "Razor, I just want to reiterate. I don't trust you. You are not to set foot on Alsa."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "I have a massive fleet. I could probably just land it atop Borne's city. It'd be about five minutes, if you ever decide to change your mind."

KitOrbel: "... I was eight years old when I was on Alsa. I was taken in by a group of sociopaths and made to think like them to survive. What I did was terrible. What they did was terrible. However, it's not who I am anymore. I'm a magical girl now, and I fight for love and justice... Or at least I will once I finish tying up my tragic backstory." =.=; "The things I do to keep my wand."

Garrick Fy`aar: "Oh, save it."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "Well, yes, KitOrbel, you aren't like them." *He shakes his head.* "Because you didn't try to kill me for calling what they did horrible."

Garrick Fy`aar: "I understand you're sad about all this. I get that. I appreciate it."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "Which is too bad. Digi must now burn instead."

Garrick Fy`aar: "But enough of the love and justice bullshit. War is war. End of story."
"War never changes."

Razor: "I'm the same Razor I was the last time we fought side-by-side. Literally. The same one. Besides, look..." *He holds up the ID he'd had made when he was on Alsa before.* "Been there, done that, no problems. You're killing yourself here, and I don't want to see that happen."

KitOrbel: "All is fair in love and war, Garrick. Don't discount its power."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "The solution to war is spaghetti made of antimatter, shot out of a giant pasta spinner."

Garrick Fy`aar: "Oh, for the love of--"

KitOrbel: "And we lost him."

Garrick Fy`aar turns and points his pistol at Razor, his eyes flaring.
"I. DON'T. CARE."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "Weird. I thought he'd point the gun at me."

Garrick Fy`aar: "I've been burned TOO MANY times by Razor-bots to fall for any more of that bullshit!"

Xavier Ridgecrest: "...Curses. Dr. Eggman and his cunning Razor-robots has come to bite us in the @!$."

Razor: "Well, I do. I missed a lot between then and now, sure, but it also means I haven't been completely jaded by all the bullshit during the in-between. You know who LOVED to come up with all these plots and do everything on their own back then? Do you remember? You wanna be like HIM?"

Garrick Fy`aar snarls.
"You are trying my patience."

Razor: "You're the one who keeps drawing your gun on us."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "You're making me feel downright pacifistic, which is a very bizarre feeling for me."

KitOrbel: "..." She just nibbles a scone- because she doesn't have popcorn to watch this drama. .oO(I keep seeing those two kissing. Is it just me, Mewtwo, or is it the stupid wand again? Because I didn't know it had a yaoi-fangirl setting.)

Garrick Fy`aar: "Yeah, because I'm just waiting for you to drop some Annihilate on me at any given fucking moment."

Mewtwo: .oO(It is said people who argue like that are acting like a married couple, so it isn't entirely unreasonable...)

KitOrbel: "Huh... It is kinda like a married couple..."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "Hmmmm. I'm getting a memory..."

Garrick Fy`aar: "Last time I say it. You are not allowed on Alsa. I don't even really want you on this moon. Me and mine will take care of Borne and his."

Razor: "If I'd wanted to do that, I would have already." *He blinks a few times and looks over to KitOrbel.* "...uh-huh."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "That's right. This is where I act like the leader."

KitOrbel: "Sorry, you two keep fighting like- well... Like you're married."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "Garrick wants to die alone on the planet and be tragic. So let him. Then we revive him, and let him do it again... and again and again if he wants. Eventually, unless he succeeds, we can help him finish the job."
"Either way, my demands are met, so I don't really care."

Garrick Fy`aar: "Who the fuck says I'm doing this on my own? Jack is dead."
"Sloan is on the way. And Borne and his forces are right behind him."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "...Levis just blew your ship up, I don't recall who Jack is, and Borne nearly killed me without really breaking a sweat."

Garrick Fy`aar: "I'll make this clear. If you bring SMASH ENERGY onto this planet, you will be bringing a whole slew of hate down on you."

Editor's Note: Still conflating an energy with some sort of evil curse, tsk tsk tsk. The very man who became sane and began talking to him required Smash Energy to heal himself, but, I guess, as Shakespeare would write things, tragic irony definitely is a path one can take.

Razor: "...if you think that'd work..." *He sighs and looks to Garrick.* "...and what are you going to face them with? That does remind me... how do you plan to get off this moon?"

Xavier Ridgecrest: "...The problem isn't me bringing the energy, though... it's Borne. He makes false smash energy."
"Barrels and barrels of it."

Garrick Fy`aar: "I'm well aware."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "The Levis man told me he was going insane."

Garrick Fy`aar: "Aware of that too."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "...He could be becoming like... like... crazy dictator Julian, Emperor of Alsa. ...And you never beat Julian either."
"Not alone."

Garrick Fy`aar: "I told you. I'm not alone."
"But I'm not about to let Questers onto this planet."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "Do you expect Illian to kill him?"

KitOrbel: "Should we move this into the tea room instead of discussing it here? So we can sit down and talk about it over a nice peach-ginger herbal tea?"

Xavier Ridgecrest: "...Don't you know Illian is a Quester? As is Dragoshi?"
"...and KitOrbel isn't even a Quester."
"Clearly she could help you, even if Razor and I are off limits."
"If I won't get filled with holes, yes, I could discuss this in the tea room."
*He cautiously steps towards there.*

Garrick Fy`aar: "No more talking. I'll make it simple. I will take care of your damn stipulations. Then you and yours leave. I'll talk to some people about what to do with KitOrbel."

KitOrbel: "I'm right here you know."

Garrick Fy`aar: "If I even catch a whiff of you three on Alsa, or any other of you people, I will drop on you like the wrath of God. And don't think I can't do it."

KitOrbel: "I'm also -not- a Quester. No Quester energy. Magical girl, remember?"

Garrick Fy`aar: "Anyone even remotely related to Panzer is close enough."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "To be honest, at this point, I just think... maybe a little..."

Metal Man (GM): He gestures to the wrinkles.

Xavier Ridgecrest: "You're just getting too damn old for this like I am."

KitOrbel: "Y'know what, we're done here, I can teleport you anywhere but onto Alsa right now. If you have a back up ship, I can send you there."

Garrick Fy`aar: "...ain't that the truth."
*He keys a command on his wrist computer.*

KitOrbel: "Because I'm tired of being blamed for things I had no control over because I was eight years old."

Garrick Fy`aar: "Yet, you wanted to fight. Like a soldier."

KitOrbel: "I wanted to not get killed by a bunch of sociopaths. You do what you do to survive. Just like now, I'm TRYING to not get killed by a bunch of sociopaths. I just want my peace."

Garrick Fy`aar: "Funny thing. So do I."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "Maybe I don't want you to die in a giant fireball because of some maniac on a planet that can go fly into a black hole, Garrick. Consider that, when you execute your plans." *He would idly take out a smash dex.* "If you would, at least take one of these if you need to contact me, even to tell me to get the hell off of some asteroid I didn't know was a holy place."

KitOrbel: "Then leave my moon alone, now do you want Mewtwo to teleport you elsewhere or not?"

Garrick Fy`aar motions for Xavier to toss it.

Metal Man (GM): Xavier tosses it to Garrick.

Razor: "Y'know, basically the same request I was gonna make. Keep in touch."

Garrick Fy`aar catches it.
"We'll see. You know my rules. Follow them."

Metal Man (GM): Garrick would warp out.

Xavier Ridgecrest: "..." *Exhales* "I need to shoot something before I go insane again."

Metal Man (GM): Red is also warped out.

Razor: "Seems slightly counterintuitive..."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "When your brain has been blown to bits and put back together again as many times as mine, you stop questioning the weird impulses at the edges of your senses."

Metal Man (GM): He then takes out his own dex.

Xavier Ridgecrest: "Mewtwo. Get us out of here."

KitOrbel: "I'm not done here yet." *She holds up her wand and her transformation sequence starts up... Ending with her in- jeans and a t-shirt. Huh.* "My Mewtwo and I have things to discuss."

Nintendus Mewtwo: *R* "What in the world? What is going on? What are you doing there?"

Xavier Ridgecrest: "Get me and Razor out of here."

Nintendus Mewtwo: *R* "Where did your CAC go?"

Xavier Ridgecrest: "I'll explain later."

Nintendus Mewtwo: *R* "..." *Grumble grumble.*

Razor: "Oh, yeah, and the REDITS is here too..."

Xavier Ridgecrest: "Get the REDITS back too, Mewtwo."

Nintendus Mewtwo: *R* "...That's where that went..."
*R* "...I really was hoping someone had stolen it."
*R* "..." *Sighs* "If I must..."

Metal Man (GM): *VARP* Razor, Xavier and the REDITS are sent back to HQ. And... I'm gonna pause about here. I'm exhausted.

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