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- A flash of light enveloped the whole room. The GrimmX were gone, and everything looked noticeably cleaner.

For starters, the cracks in the machine were no longer there, and the advertisement stickers had disappeared. The cans of spam were also gone too.

The machine looked different too, with the original blue colors replaced by red.

“Huh. Everything feels… Cleaner.” Tanjiro said.

“Yeah. It also feels like I’m less stressed to be honest.”

“The hallway’s cleared too.” The Doctor pointed out.

Indeed the hallway was also cleaned up. The old grimy feel of the location they were in was now much cleaner and much brighter. As if there was actual maintenance being done on the regular.

“Maybe we should take a look around and make sure that everything is in its right spot?” Tanjiro suggested.

“Well, by the looks of my comms device, nothing’s really changed back home. Everyone who was missing is still missing.”

“Indeed.” The Doctor replied, “But I have a feeling that things will be much cleaner and more sustainable from now on.”

“Huh.” Kyle said, as he was busy helping Simon drill a hole through the outer rims of the Infiniverse.

“What’s up?”

“Nothing. Just… Feels like something shifted.”

“Maybe your writers wised up and realized that you’re a popular character and put you into more stories?”

“That’s about as likely as Marvel realizing that their audience wants to see Peter being happy and with a family.”

“Wait, isn’t that-”

“Yeah. That’s their new Ultimate line of comics.” Kyle said, “But it’s not like they’re going to make that in the mainline.”

“They seem to think that the audience likes seeing him miserable instead of overcoming his tragedies.”

“I get that his stories started the whole fridging thing, but still. I don’t think I get that much crap from my writers despite mine giving it a name.”

“Tell me about it. At least mine had a satisfying ending.”

“True that. But the march of comics demands me to keep finding new guys to fight.”

“Speaking of marches, I have a question. Do you prefer my anime ending or my movie ending?”

“The movie. I think the final fight’s better, and that the symbolism of replacing your drill with your wedding ring is more appropriate than what the anime did.”

“Hmm…”

“Something up?”

“Nothing really. It’s just some intrusive thoughts.”

“Maybe we should take a break. Get our heads back in the game before we get back to tearing a hole in the sky.”

“Good call.”

“Doom. Did you feel that?” Iron Man asked as he put down a mug of coffee.

“Indeed. It’s a strange feeling. What was that shift?”

“No clue.” The Armored Avenger said, “But we can find out later. So, how’s this for an idea: Mr. Terrific versus Mr. Fantastic.”

“You already know who I’m rooting against.”

“I know that, Victor. I’m just asking what you think of it as a matchup.”

“That depends. Does Richards win that fight, or does he lose?”

“Is that really how you’re going to gauge the matchup?”

“Is there any other reason?” Doom asked, “Truth be told, I would not mind seeing Star Trek at some point.”

“I forgot you were a fan.”

“I do hope that we rescue Spider-Man soon. I would like to discuss the series with him.”

“How is it that you’re more friendly towards him than his actual writers are?”

“Because unlike his writers, I respect him.”

“I guess I can’t argue with that.”

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“Shadow’s Log. It’s been ten years since we all got scattered in this strange world. I’m out of rings, and Dan killed our potted plants. We are now out of bell peppers. I fear we may have to eat him to survive. Mark’s portable water purifier is under repair. We may have to eat him as well. Additionally, I’m down to my last power ring. Exploration to other planets is no longer an option. End Shadow’s Log.” Shadow concluded, “Tracer, did you write all of that down?”

“Ok. First of all: No. I don’t have any bloody paper with me or a pen! Secondly, what the ‘ell do you mean by eating Dan? I’m hardly a cannibal. Why are you so dead set on eating humans? Third: We still have bell pepper seeds, and other fruits and vegetables. Why are you making a bid deal about one plant? And four: We’ve been here for five weeks. Just because we have a fast cycle around this planet’s sun, that doesn’t mean we’ve been here for ten years!”

Shadow hopped down from his junk hill, “Semantics. A cycle around a star means it’s been a year. Just because it takes 84 hours to go around, that doesn’t mean that we haven’t been here for ten years.”

“It kinda does.” Tracer pointed out.

“Look, at the end of the day-” 

“Which is in about three hours.”

“Why does this planet have a weird day cycle- That’s not the point! ”

“It’s exactly the point.”

“For the love of… Erza! Can you talk some sense into Shadow?”

“What for? They seem to be lining up to hop in the pot.” Erza said.

“THAT’S BECAUSE YOU’RE IN A SEXY CHEF OUTFIT! ”

“Don’t act like you don’t like it.” Shadow said.

“I have a girlfriend, thank you very much.” Tracer huffed, “And while I can acknowledge that Erza’s attractive, I’m not going to cheat on her by ogling.”

“That counts as cheating?” Erza asked.

“I’d rather not be tempted.”

“You say that as if what we do here is canon.” Shadow said, “I’m sure Videl would be angry if she caught her dad lining up like a simpleton to be eaten by Erza over there. But it’s not like he’s cheating on anyone.”

“He doesn’t have anyone to cheat on though!”

“It’s still idiotic behavior.” Shadow pointed out.

“Can’t argue with that.” Hercule helpfully said from the oversized pot.

“Boiled fraudulent hero, anyone?” Erza asked.

“You’re not Nico Robin. Don’t make morbid jokes like that.” Tracer said.

“Oh. So Nico Robin is on the table, but Erza isn’t?” Shadow asked.

“It’s semantics!”

“I don’t think you know what that word means.” Erza pointed out.

“You stay out of this!”

“No. Not if you’re going to misuse the word ‘semantics’.” Erza said stubbornly.

“Oh! You’re all the worst!”

“Do you want to log about it? You can’t have my hilltop. I already called dibs.” Shadow said.

“Yeah. The first entry will be titled: I’m the only sane one here! ” Tracer shouted.

“Should we go down there and help them?” Cloud asked.

“Hang on. I wanna see if Shadow will do another log and suggest eating Dan again.” Tony said.

“Pass the popcorn. It’s kinda funny to see Shadow acting like this.” Shazam said.

“Y’know, I feel like Erza’s going to kick my ass for not rescuing her sooner, but… I gotta say that it’s pretty hilarious to see her acting like this to someone who isn’t me.” Grey commented as he passed the popcorn to Shazam.

“It might be that we didn’t really deal with that sort of thing, but it is rather amusing.” Eddie said, as the face of Venom was down for the time being.

“You say that as if you live in a sane world at all! YOur best friend is a talking gorilla!”

“I know I didn’t just hear that from the talking hedgehog!”

“I’m the ultimate lifeform! What’s your excuse?”

“I think Shadow meant to ask what Winston’s excuse was.” Cloud commented.

“Meh. Semantics.”

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“It was great traveling with you, Doctor.” Blake said as she stepped off the TARDIS and back into the primary universe.

“No problem, Blake!” The Doctor said in their chipper tone, “I’m glad I was able to help you with your depression.”

“Yeah. It’s hard to ask for help sometimes. So thanks for that.” Blake said.

The Doctor noticed something off about her and put their hand on her shoulder, “Hey. It’s not your fault.”

“Still…”

“You can’t keep blaming yourself for things that you had no control over.”

“It’s just… Tanjiro wouldn’t have gotten sick if I hadn’t sneezed on him!”

“We were short on supplies. We couldn’t have gotten him a vaccination for that.” The Doctor said, “In the meantime, make sure that he gets lots of rest and drinks plenty of fluid.”

“Sure. I was meaning to get back anyways.” Blake said, “I was getting a bit homesick anyways.”

The rest of the combatants were, as expected, getting the party ready for episode 200.

“It feels weird doing this when Yang and Weiss are still missing.” Barbara commented.

“Yeah, but you gotta admit, I’ve never seen Crona this excited.” Ryuko mentioned, “Hell! Even Ragnarok’s excited!”

Indeed, Crona and Ragnarok were actually giddy about seeing Maka and Soul again. The fact that their battle was being celebrated as a milestone like episode 200 was a big deal for both of them.

“How do the cakes look? They have to be perfect.”

“Oh relax, numbskull!” Ragnarok gave Crona an actual friendly punch on the shoulder, “Sanji made it. It’s gonna knock the socks off of all of them!”

“It damn well better! This is the only battle that’s been confirmed since before the kickstarter or the Tourney.” Sanji said as he walked in with some more cakes and a plate of cookies.

“I know, right! For once, it feels like it’s appropriate for a par-tay!” Po said as he was busy bringing out some noodles.

Thawne and DIO walked in, carrying a few items as well, “Not to rain on anyone’s parade or anything-”

“I’m actually completely in favor of raining on everyone’s parade.” DIO cut off.

“Yeah, good for you, dickweed. Like I was saying, how exactly are we keeping all this fresh? This stuff’s going to spoil by the time those two get here.”

“Three.” Wally corrected, “There’s three people coming by. Maka’s bringing Soul, remember?”

“Gods, why did Barry choose a weeb?”

“It’s basic knowledge, Thawne.” Wally pointed out, “And we’ve got the answer to that right here!”

“*BRAAP!* Ugh. Yeah, I can put everything here in suspended animation with this thing here.” Rick said, “Can’t believe I’m putting in this effort for someone who got cut from Multiversus.”

“And we damn Zaslav every day for that.” Wally said, “Seriously. Who likes the live-action Flash movie over Coyote VS ACME?”

“A dumbass, that’s who.” Rick said, "Seriously. If there was anyone in the multiverse who was more of a parasite than Jerry, it’d be it.”

“Rick, we all hate the guy, but that’s no reason to not use humanizing pronouns for the guy.” Thawne said, “Besides, it’s more fun to just point out all the publicly available things about him. Like how his home address is-”

“Dude. We don’t need more doxxing in the world.” Wally said, “Besides, his office is public knowledge and the office has a PO box.”

“Buzzkill.”

“Hey guys, what’s up?” Blake walked in, wondering what all the hubbub was about.

Thawne and Wally looked at each other, then back at Blake, “You didn’t hear?”

“Hear what?”

“Episode 200.”

“Yeah, I heard Ash Yugi got delayed.” Blake said, “Never caught what 200 was exactly, but I’m sure it’s something big. What’s with all the… Red…” Blake trailed off, “And the decorative scythes… And the… Cookies with frosting shaped like mine and Crona’s moons…”

“Crashout in Three… Two… One…” Thane counted down.

“AUGH! EPISODE 200 IS RUBY’S EPISODE AND WEISS AND YANG ARE STUCK IN ANOTHER DIMENSION!”

“With voyeuristic intentions?”

“Not helping Alucard!” Wally called back.

“Sorry! Had Time Warp on the brain again.”

“THE LAST TIME YANG WASN’T AROUND, EVERYTHING WENT TO SHIT! THIS IS BAD! THIS IS SO SO BAD!”

“Walls, I’m gonna go and take care of some stuff. Do a quick patrol run, find some whipped cream to put into Barry’s underwear drawer when we finally get him back here. The usual. You’re better at diffusing stuff like this anyway.”

“See ya.” Wally said as Thawne ran off. Turning to Blake, he took a breath, “Blake. Relax. I’m sure it’ll be fine. Ruby will understand that her sister is trapped in another dimension and couldn’t make the premiere. When she gets back, Ruby’s gonna tell her all about it.”

“I’m more worried about Yang! She blames herself for everything! She’s the one who raised Ruby! She’s gonna hate herself if she misses the fight!”

“Hey Yang?”

“Yeah, Tifa?”

“What would you do if you missed your sister’s matchup? Or what about your partner’s?”

Yang thought for a moment, “I mean… I’d be mad, yeah. But it’s not going to be the end of the world. What about you? Are there any matchups you’d be upset at missing?”

Tifa thought for a moment, “I’m not sure. Aside from whoever Barret gets, nobody’s really coming to mind.”

“Really? What about Aerith?”

“Does she even have one?” Tifa asked.

“Not sure. But hypothetically. What if?”

“Yeah, I guess I’d be bummed out. But like you said. We can’t control much here.”

“Yeah.” Yang replied, “I just wish we knew how we got here. All I remember is that we all got on the Death Star to respond to a class-0 threat level, and then we’re here on this planet.” She looked out to the rainfall.

“Trust me, Yang. If I knew, I’d tell you what happened. But we’re going to have to piece it together.”

Yang nuzzled Tifa, “Yeah.”

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Things were most certainly tense. Between maintaining their cover as non-natives to the planet, the trio of Robocop, Miguel O’Hara, and Chun-Li were all on edge on this strange alien planet.

The planet’s government wasn’t fond of anything resembling a freedom fighter. Or anything that was against their authoritarian government. So trying to ask for help was out of the question. If this planet’s authority was anything like the crazy regimes in history, outsiders were something to kill on-sight.

When it came to it though, a cobbled-together image inducer was able to let Murphy blend in as a recently repaired cybernetic enforcement officer. And LYLA helped make sure that he even seemed like one.

It landed Chun-Li and Miguel a place to live for the time being at least. And being his “repairmen”, Murphy got assigned to their complex to replace the one that had been recently destroyed.

“Miguel, you have to be a bit more careful when you go out at night.” Chun-Li said as she put down her paper, “Your webbing is making everyone suspicious.”

“I can’t help that it takes longer to dissolve than Parker’s.” Miguel pointed out, drinking some water, “‘Sides, it’s not like you’re any better. Use a hadoken or something next time you take out those drones.”

“Kikoken.” Chun-Li corrected, “But I’ll give you credit where it’s due. I doubt that these guys can detect energy attacks.”

Miguel hummed to himself, “Hey, were you out in the Red Hat District last night?”

“No. I was busy at that stupid office in the Red Shoe District, remember?” Chun-Li pointed out.

“Okay. And I was in the Red Jeans District, which is way too far. And Murphy was patrolling here. So that means that whoever did all this ruckus is either some new freedom fighter, or someone we missed when we woke up here.”

“We’ll have to check it out come nightfall then.” Chun-Li said, “I’ll just need to find an excuse to not come into the office that day.”

Cammy White. Former member of Shadaloo and now one of the biggest thorns in their sides was currently wrapping her leg up in a bandage. The drone she smashed was fragile enough that she could take it out with ease, but it was raining last night, and she couldn’t stick the landing.

“Miss White? Are you okay?”

Cammy looked up. Baryl was one of the rebels who were trying to overthrow their oppressive government. Cammy was the distraction where she’d take out surveillance drones and knock out guards while Baryl and his team would infiltrate the building in the Red Hat District and gather information.

“I already told you to just call me ‘Cammy’. What’s up?”

“Unfortunately, the information we gathered was hardly anything substantive. No scandals about the higher-ups, no blueprints, nothing.”

“What? Then what did I bruise my legs for?”

“Lunch schedules.” Baryl sighed, “Miss White- Er, Cammy. I appreciate you doing this for us, but this is our fight. Why are you helping us?”

“To pay forward some help I got one day.” Cammy said, “You and the others rest up. I’ll take first watch.”

Cammy looked out from the small cave she and the other rebels called their home. When she landed, she was in the forest just a few miles from their cave and they picked her up. They were good people. People who didn’t deserve this kind of government.

But she had to wonder about one thing…

She looked at the paper. There was that one word. Webbing.

If Peter Parker was here, he’d be a massive asset to the rebels. Ryu always spoke highly of him, despite his arachnophobia.

She’d need to find him and get him to join the rebels.

Night came, and unfortunately, Chun-Li was unable to get the night off. So Miguel was on his own. Murphy was busy at the complex and had tampered with the logs to make it appear as if Miguel was still inside the building, so he was still unavailable.

Miguel’s enhanced eyesight let him spot a drone and he shot a webline to it, and brought it closer, “LYLA, hack this thing.”

“On it.”

While that was happening, Miguel looked onto the streets.

“Is something wrong, Miguel?”

“Shouldn’t you be hacking this thing?”

“I can multi-task. I’m also making sure that the receiving end is also receiving a video loop so it won’t raise suspicions. It took a while to find the perfect frame. Five milliseconds. I should’ve found it in four.”

“That’s still good time.” Miguel said.

“You’re still avoiding the question. Is something bothering you?”

“It’s just… Is this what Parker would be doing? Staying in the shadows and only taking out guards?”

“Isn’t part of the reason you’re your own hero that you didn’t want to be constantly compared to Peter?”

“Sure, I guess. It’s just…”

“It’s just that you don’t feel worthy of the title since you’re not directly helping people.”

“Sometimes, I feel like it was a mistake to upload Edge of Time into your databanks.”

“And other times?”

“It feels like a blessing.” Miguel admitted, “Are you done hacking?”

“In about… Now.” LYLA replied, “We were never here.”

“I guess so…” Miguel trailed off, “Hey, you smell that?”

“I don’t have refractory sensors, Miguel. You’ll have to be more specific.”

Miguel scanned the area for what could be the source of the scent, only to see that there was smoke from the building he was standing on! “Shock! What happened?”

“It appears that there was an electrical failure.” LYLA said, “The Fire Marshal is en route. We should evacuate-”

“Someone help! My son is in there!” A woman’s voice called out.

Miguel pinched the bridge of his nose, “Me and my bleeding heart…”

He jumped down in front of the woman, “No worries, ma’am. Your friendly-neighborhood Spider-Man is here to save the day. What does your son look like?”

After getting over her initial shock, the woman looked around and realized nobody else was going to help her son, so she had to trust this… Spiderman… “He’s about this high, and he was wearing his red pajamas. Please! He’s all I have left after my husband passed!”

“No worries, ma’am. I take it he’s on the second floor?”

The woman nodded, and that was all Miguel needed before he rushed into the flaming house, “*Cough Cough!* LYLA, I need building schematics, and a read on the structural integrity. Make sure I don’t make the same mistake that Maguire did in his second movie.”

“On it. Incidentally, the ETA of the Fire Marshal is approximately three minutes.”

“Great. I’ll keep that in mind.” Miguel snarked as he traversed the rough terrain and made his way to the second floor. “Shock! I should’ve asked which room he was in. Hey kid! Where are you?”

Miguel had only three rooms to look through. The first one… Was a bathroom, and the shower curtain was burned up, so there was nowhere for the kid to be hiding. That left two rooms left.

“Miguel. The third room is a bedroom. Check there.” LYLA relayed, “Two minutes until the authorities arrive.”

Miguel cursed. If word got out that a Spider-Vigilante was swinging around the city, then… Who was he kidding? The woman would have to report what she saw to them. He made his way to the third room and saw nothing but a burned up bed, a bookcase that was on fire, a closet, and- Wait. A closet?

“Hey kid? Your mom sent me in to come and help you.” Miguel trekked towards the closet, and yanked it off with his super strength, much to the child’s horror, “Hey kid. Let’s get you outside, okay?”

Despite the flames, the kid didn’t move.

“C’mon, kid. Your mom sent me. You’re gonna be okay, alright?”

The kid still didn’t move.

“Miguel, don’t you think of pulling an Andrew Garfield-” LYLA was cut off by Miguel taking off his mask and revealing his face, “Hey kid! See? I’m a guy. Just like you. Now will you help me out in helping you out?”

The kid slowly left the closet, and found his way into Miguel’s arms, who looked at his initial entry point… That was on fire… And blocked by debris. He looked at a different spot and saw that there was some structural integrity, or lack thereof thanks to the fire, in the wall. “Okay kid. Hang on, and whatever you do, don’t let go.” Miguel put on his mask and charged at the wall.

“Red Hat Fire Authority. What happened?”

“I don’t know! All I remember is that I woke up one night, smelled some smoke, and then the whole house was on fire!” The woman said.

“I see. Are you responsible for the fire?”

“What? No! I don’t smoke, and also, my son is in-”

*CRASH!*

The woman was cut off by a figure bursting out the building. It was that Spider-Person from earlier, and he was carrying her son!

The vigilante and her son coughed up some smoke before he turned to her, “Here you go, ma’am. He’s safe and… Ah shock.”

“I’ve seen enough. All three of you are coming with me!” The Marshal said, brandishing his gun.

“On what grounds?” Spider-Man asked.

“On the grounds of I fucking feel like it.” He said, pointing his gun at the woman.

*BANG!*

The woman dared to open her eyes, only to see that the gun had been taken from the man, and crushed by Spider-Man’s hand. His bare hand.

“You know what? I’ve seen enough. Now here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to web you up, and leave you hanging from that lamppost over there. And when your buddies get you down from there, you’re going to give them this message: Don’t mess with the people in the Red Hat District. Or else the Friendly-Neighborhood Spider-Man goes full Angry Back-Alley Spider-Man. Got it?”

The Marshal was in shock, and could only nod.

“Good.”

“Well that was… Eventful.” LYLA said as Miguel swung away after making good on his promise.

“Tell me about it.”

“Oh. So you want a recap?”

“You know what I meant, LYLA.” Miguel said as he kept swinging.

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RedReapingHood: Yoy guus DOTTA tru oit these masssage chairs,.

Soba Mask: Not that I’m complaining about the lady getting a massage chair, but why did she get them and not us?

Oracle: First off Ruby: spelling errors

Oracle: Secondly Sanji: She, Maka, and  Soul all got the special reserved Room 200. I guess it came with massage chairs.

Scythe Meister: So you guys didn’t get these? At all?

Scythe Evans: or even know about them

Scythe Meister: Also: unfair to Ruby. I bet you wouldn’t type well in a massage chair.

Oracle: Also I’m impressed, Sanji. You learned puntuation.

Oracle: Fuck these keyboards.

Marvel Girl: I’m not his biggest fan, but I do have to hand it to Tony.

Marvel Girl: These phones have really good autocorrect.

Magnus: I personally prefer Forge’s creations, but these do have some excellent features.

Magnus: As an example, I didn’t even mean to italicize “excellent”.

FastestManAlive: Now THAT’S impressive.

Zoom: WAY better than what wayne could come up with.

FastestManAlive: Thawne. Come on. At least capitalize his name.

Zoom: No.

Oracle: I’m sorry. Are we just ignoring that Ruby Maka and Soil go massage chairs?

Scythe Evans: the level of disrespect

RedReapingHood: Id NEVER. His name is SOUL barbara.

RedReapingHood: barbra?

Wingman: You got it right the first time.

Wingman: dont worree.

Scythe Meister: Hey, not to pry or anything-

Wingman: It annoys barb and would annoy bruice.

Wingman: also yes. I can cut people off through text.

RedReapingHood: That’s really cool.

[LetThereBeLife has logged onto DeathInBloom]

[TheDigger has logged onto DeathInBloom]

Scythe Meister: Wait, you guys named the chat after us?

RedReapingHood: Thts so cool!

RedReapingHood: Wow. I wouldnt even use these phones to blugeon someone let alone type.

RedReapingHood: bludgen?

Marvel Girl: Second one.

RedReapingHood: Thnx!

RedReapingHood: I guess it’s better than a schnee keyboard-

Wingman: Yang made the joke first.

Wingman: then her gf got on her wavelength and copied it.

RedReapingHood: Figures.

LetThereBeLife: Hey. Just thought we’d stop by. Check in on things.

TheDigger: How is everyone doing?

Oracle: Ruby, Maka, and Soul got massage chairs in their room.

Scythe Evans: barb finally figured out how to spell my name

TheDigger: For real?

LetThereBeLife: Don’t be so hard on her. These keyboards suck.

LetThereBeLife: How she operates as Oracle is beyond me.

TheDigger: Maybe Bruce actually uses the good tech for his team of bats while stiffing everyone else?

Zoom: I can believe that.

Scythe Meister: Wait. Aren’t you guys across the infiniverse or something?

Scythe Meister: How are you responding like this?

TheDigger: Speed Force.

LetThereBeLife: Also we’re masters of will and light

TheDigger: Space and time

LetThereBeLife: It all bends to our design

TheDigger: Stars align

Oracle: Great. Now they’re waxing lyrical.

Oracle: One sec.

[Oracle has timed out LetThereBeLife]

[Oracle has timed out TheDigger]

LetThereBeLife: In the palm of our hands

TheDigger: Celestial bodies dance

Wingman: You expected that to work?

Oracle: THEY'RE NOT EVEN MODS! WHAT THE FUCK!?

Wingman: they do the impossible 

AtomicRay: Touch the untouchable 

ScissorLady: Break the unbreakable

Oracle: You all planned this. 

LetThereBeLife: Give us a challenge to rise to

Oracle: Didn’t you?

TheDigger: We’ll face it

RedReapingHood: Theres also dog beds here

LetThereBeLife: And every shred of despair

TheDigger: We’ll erase it

Marvel Girl: Makes sense. Room 200 was originally Ash and Yugi’s.

FastestManAlive: Are there board games there?

RedReapingHood: Yeah.

LetThereBeLife: And where there is life

TheDigger: There is hope

Wingman: It’s weird that I can’t cut them off through text.

AtomicRay: Indeed.

Wingman: not that id want to tho

AtomicRay: True.

LetThereBeDiggers: IN BRIGHTEST DAY, AS DARKEST ILLS!

LetThereBeDiggers: NO HEAVEN OR SPACE CAN STOP MY DRILL!

Wingman: i dont…

RedReapingHood: Hey Maka I was wondering something.

LetThereBeDiggers: BEEN BURIED INSIDE A DREAM SO INCANDESCENTLY

LetThereBeDiggers: ILLUMINATED BY THE FIRE IN ME!

Scythe Meister: What’s up, Ruby?

Oracle: We’re really just ignoring that Simon and Kyle have somehow combined to just sing their battle track?

RedReapingHood: You know how you and Soul used that adago to mess with my aura?

RedReapingHood: Adagio?

Scythe Evans: Second one.

RedReapingHood: Thanks.

LetThereBeDiggers: WHEN EVERYTHING I SEE ALIGNING WITH WHAT I BELIEVE

RedReapingHood: So what if we use that to boost my aura?

LetThereBeDiggers: I’M AIMING HIGHER THAN YOU CAN CONCEIVE!

Scythe Evans: I WANNA TEST THAT!

Scythe Meister: ME TOO!

LetThereBeDiggers: SPIRALING GALAXIES IN MY MIND!

Wingman: Screw it.

Wingman: LEAD ME OUT TO THE OTHER SIDE!

Oracle: UGH.

LetThereBeDiggers: FROM THE EDGE OF THE DEPTHS I LEFT!

AtomicRay: DIGGING UP OUT INTO THE LIGHT!

ScissorLady: STARS ARE FORMING…

Marvel Girl: BIG BANG STORMING…

Magnus: Be careful testing that aura you three.

LetThereBeDiggers: TEAR A HOLE IN THE SKY!

Oracle: Leave this chat behind.

LetThereBeDiggers: LEAVE ANOTHER WORLD BEHIND!

LetThereBeDiggers: TEAR A HOLE IN THE

LetThereBeDiggers: SKY

[Oracle has banned LetThereBeDiggers from DeathInBloom]

[Oracle has banned TheDigger from DeathInBloom]

[Oracle has banned LetThereBeLife from DeathInBloom]

[LetThereBeDiggers has unbanned LetThereBeDiggers from DeathInBloom]

LetThereBeDiggers: LEAVE ANOTHER WORLD BEHIND!

Wingman: I reiterate

Wingman: They do the impossible.

Oracle: Let me feel like I have a modicum of power here.

[HomelanderRulez68 has entered DeathInBloom]

HomelanderRulez68: hey can you guys just stop blowing up my text notifications?

HomelanderRulez68: nvm. This songs good.

[Oracle has banned HomelanderRulez68 from DeathInBloom]

[HomelanderRulez69nice has entered DeathInBloom]

HomelanderRulez69nice: My name is a 69 joke but i’m sonehow the more mature one here.

HomelanderRulez69nice: I’m at least not banninig people because im annoyed.

LetThereBeLife: HOLD UP.

TheDigger: DID HOMELANDER JUST MAKE A GOOD POINT?

Oracle: REALLY?

Oracle: THAT’S WHAT GETS YOU TO STOP WITH THAT???

Scythe Meister: Guys we were testing out that whole thing with Soul Adagio and Ruby’s Semblance.

NinjaOfLove: What happened?

Scythe Evans: We uh…

RedReapingHood: I think we broke a city block…

Scythe Meister: And about a couple dozen of those Senticon things.

Scythe Evans: when I played ONE NOTE

Magnus: …

ManOfFear: …

FearOfMan: …

GioGio: …

Kaka-Pop: …

GRDexter: …

Screecher: …

Wingman: …

FastestManAlive: …

KamiHakai: …

Oracle: How is this more annoying than Simon and Kyle putting their battle track lyrics in chat?

Wingman: It could be worser.

Wingman: you could be patchface and be overshadowed by a girl who was there for like two seconds.

Screecher: She has her own subreddit.

Scythe Meister: Crona! I hope you’re eating well.

Screecher: We’re still in bed after that big feast.

Screecher: I wanna hug sanji for the good food and punch his face in for putting this pipsqueak in a food coma

Scythe Evans: flag to hear

Zoom: “flag”?

Scythe Evans: i wanna reap the guy who made these keyboards.

Doc Jester: Can you not maybe? I have a bet with Jay.

Wingman: and it means hes gotta stay outta rez

Doc Jester: So at least let us settle teh bet first.

Scythe Meister: Fine.

Chapter Text

“So… Any New Year's Resolutions?”

Misaka blinked, “Killua, New Year’s was months ago.”

“No I mean… Did you manage to complete any?”

“Then why did you ask in a way that made it sound like you were asking if I had any?” Misaka asked.

“Bored really.” Killua shrugged, “I didn’t get a lot of chances to be a kid back home, so I’m trying to get some in.”

“Hmm… You ever think it’s weird that you got in before Gon?”

“Kinda. But these guys also did Boba Fett before Luke or Vader, so it’s not that weird.”

“Still. It feels odd.”

“Fair.” Misaka said.

The two sat at the shield projector for a bit before Killua spoke up again, “So did you, though?”

“When does our shift end again?”

“And that should do it for the Senzu garden for today.” Giorno said as Gold Experience had helped grow the beans in question.

“I gotta wonder how the others managed this before you showed up.” Cole asked.

“Looking at older footage, it appears they used the temporal abilities of Doctors Strange and Fate to do so. Though, I’m unsure as to how they did so prior to their arrival.” Giorno said, “Maybe they had Iron Man do something?”

“Seems unlikely, but I’m not about to question it.”

“Well either way, pass me a bean. I’m heading out in a bit, and I could use the recovery item to take the edge off.”

“Why don’t I come with you? Barbara’s been bothering me about doing patrol rounds with someone other than Johnathan.”

“Seriously?” Cole asked, “What’s up with that, anyways?”

“He’s the dad who stepped up.”

“He’s technically your biological father.”

“Is he? I honestly get really confused about that.”

“Yeah. Your family’s really-”

“Don’t you say it.”

“-Bizarre.” Cole finished.

“Dannazione.”

“C’mon. You kinda set yourself up for that one. Now let’s get going. Blade, Clive, and Deku could be getting back at any time. We should head out. We might find some extra supplies to push the barrier further to keep those monsters at bay.”

“Unrelated, but that’s quite the spread of power levels. Though, I doubt Sanji appreciates losing out on monster meat.” 

“Eh. That’s his issue. Speaking of, I’ve got a question.”

“What is it?”

“So, you know how your powers can reflect damage onto people?”

“Yes. If they attack a creation of Gold Experience, then they would take the damage instead.”

Cole nodded, “So, how exactly does that work with the Senzu? Wouldn’t we be taking damage from biting down on them?”

“No. I grow them until the beans fall off on their own. At that point, they are a separate creation. Think of it like my Great Nephew’s dried blood no longer being part of him.”

“Great Nephew…?”

“Josuke.”

“Oh right. God, your family’s bizarre.” Cole shook his head, “So if we pick them manually, we’ll take a hit, but if we wait for them to fall off, then it won’t count anymore?”

“That’s the best way to look at it.” Giorno said, “It’s also why I can only help Sanji with fruits. Vegetables are a no-go.”

“Eh. He still makes a killer lemon chicken.”

“I would hope so.”

“Your shifts are finished. It’s our turn now.”

“Thanks, Jon.” Misaka said, “I hope your shift-mate is a better conversationalist than mine.”

Jon Talbain looked at Lopez, who simply said, “No me mires.”

“Yeah, I don’t think that’s happening.”