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Scarlet just sort of looked at the man for a moment. Different universes, she supposed, but that didn't necessarily mean the man wasn't screwing with her. She eventually elected to take the comment at face value. "It's a brand of alcohol." She briefly considered further explaining the insult, but figured it wasn't going to get her a whole lot of entertainment either way. "Don't know very many pirates any more. I've tried to make a habit of killing the onesI used to know when I run across them again."

That. . . was a fairly high bar. It made sense, though. If being recognized as a god meant being something other than human, beyond human, then turning the impossible into the opposite certainly made sense as a qualifier. "What did you, um, do, then. . .?" Fortunately, she got the question out before she could consider whether it was rude. She still felt painfully out of place, and the way the girl started to trail off at the end of the question accentuated that. Nevermind that all of this was largely irrelevant; the hopes of the Councilor or any of their other foes being forced to concede or withdraw were already dismissed by what she'd heard.

"Hmph." She took up a pose with both hands over the pommel of her sword, whose point dropped to rest on the stonework in front of her. She focused for a moment, and flame appeared about her much as it had done earlier, but in reverse; motes of light appeared from nothing, that gathered into larger motes and then into streams of fire that swirled harmlessly back into her form. "Go ahead and do what you want. I'm just wondering if we can't just smash this door down. I've got firepower, and it's just annoying enough to warrant." The flames seemed to vanish after a moment, and with that she sheathed her weapon, and instead pulled the larger one from her back, which folded out into a shield and a sort of lance. . . gun. . . thing.

"Thank you," Arturia said, glancing down at the paperwork and skimming over it herself. He was still nervous - should she do something about it? Maybe it was her expression; she was somewhat aware that she had a case of what might be called "resting bitch face," though not aware enough to realize when it was happening until it was pointed out. The silver-haired girl looked up at the boy and did her best to smile; it probably looked a fair bit more tired than she meant, but she did genuinely appreciate being helped with this, even if it was only because she couldn't accomplish what she originally came here for. As she brought pen to paper, she nodded in Lilith's direction, too. That sounded like something that, for once, wouldn't get her in some kind of trouble. "Should I put down the names on the form, too, or is that your part?" she asked, pausing on the first after signing the second.

That was quite a bit to unpack. It seemed that the gods had no shortage of feuds that had come up over the years. They were just people, she supposed, though from the outside it seemed like they were supposed to be above things like that. Of course, that only fed the curiosity that was starting to burn in her. The gods were just people. Yet, it wasn't simply a title that referred to the ruler of a Plane. There was something more to it than that. "What's, um, the difference, then?" She felt another surge of anxiousness at asking the question; it made the fact that she didn't truly belong here that much more. "Um, I mean. . ." It was hard to go back and fix her own question, but eventually her desire to know outweighed how awkward it felt to ask. "How, um, do you earn, um, the title?" Clearly gods could be replaced, and it couldn't just be by defeating a previous god; after all, the original gods had to have done it some other way. Was it something she could reach on her own, somehow? And then there was Nil, appearing and upsetting the balance. . . There was just so much she didn't know.

Kusuke turned to reply to the two men for a moment, despite the increasingly apparent fruitlessness of getting anything out of them. "It would be hard to get worse than this man. I'll spare you the details of what he did, but it's horrible." He shivered slightly at the thought. It still had that effect on them. There was doing terrible things in order to chase a greater good, but that, that was just for curiosity. A thousand different ways to accomplish what he needed, and he did. . . that. He shook his head. Not the time to ponder the depths of the depravity of the One. The purple-haired young man refocused his attention on Satomi. "My Drive is a connection to the Azure. Or, well, something close to it. The Azure is a sort of ultimate power, deep inside the Boundary - I can explain the rest of that later. Tapping that allows one to affect the world, and each soul can do it in different ways, if it can at all. Mine lets me take steps I shouldn't be able to, through time and space. It also gives me a better perception of time as a side effect, but it felt like I was tumbling through it uncontrollably when I tried to take that step earlier."

"Doesn't seem to be much of interest over here. I'm headed over to the other side, see if the others have managed to kill themselves yet." She didn't wait for the others to back her up; normally she liked the buddy system, but she wasn't quite sure she trusted anyone here with that sort of thing anyway. The robot was an unknown factor, the kid didn't seem like he'd be that helpful, same story with the chick in the blanket, and Jack was just a little too fond of shooting things and had some odd ideas about lethal vs nonlethal combat. Strangely enough, that left Zoe as the only one she'd really want to work with, so far. This time, she couldn't stop herself from groaning, and letting out a string of profanity under her breath that sounded like a mixture of at least three different languages. Going out of the airlock was slow. She still didn't quite trust the kit, or the gravity of the station, and if either one of them failed, she wasn't exactly keen on the end result. Progression across the way, similarly, was a slow affair, but she did eventually make it through the void and into the laboratory. The sight of machinery, damaged machinery, and several someones interacting with said machinery that clearly didn't understand it greeted her. She sighed again, rolling her eyes and moving toward the first problem they can solve. "Easy there, Captain Morgan, you're gonna lock us out of the system." She pushed herself past him - at least, to the extent she could, given the size disparity - and keyed in 0457 on the pad.

Heidrun sort of bumbled her way over to the seat, depositing herself in it and trying not to look like she was still spooked from the earlier meeting. The briefcase, which she'd acquired earlier by dint of being one of the only ones without a weapon she needed to access at a moment's notice, was fairly hastily slapped down on a table in front of her, and she began to move to unlatch it. "Ah, he was. . . okay? He didn't seem angry. I think. You never really know, with those types." She paused partway through fiddling with the case, partially just to fiddle with her skirts and partially because she just remembered that it was apparently set to destroy its contents once viewed. "Everything we need to know is supposedly in this case."

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Lucine nodded. "Okay. I still don't think it's actually someone's house, though." It wouldn't really make sense for this sort of exhibit to lead right into someone's home, unless it was their personal pet project or something. "Do monsters even live in houses like this?" She had no real idea what a monster would live in, but it seemed odd for it to just be a kitschy brick house. Then again, it was a kitschy brick house under a mountain. Maybe she should have brought Moss, he might have something to say.

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Kyubey did a good impression of a cat that didn't want to be set down, but allowed himself to be lowered to the ground nonetheless, padding back over to Haruka without the girl so much as glancing in his direction. "Yeah," she repeated. What else was there to say? "Um. . . Good luck." There was that, she supposed. "I guess I probably won't be able to talk to you again." After all, like the girl had said, they should avoid each other if they weren't planning on fighting. It didn't sound like she was up for a whole lot more chit-chat in the future. With one last glance at the odd pair, she started to shuffle back up the hill with the tree on it. Not much else to do but enjoy the view, such as it was, and wait, really.

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Spook, with the initial threat having proven (by his own correct prediction, he might add) to not be present at all, took a moment to let his hearing recover. He supposed he would have screeched, too, if he was her, but it was still loud. Anything he might've asked after that became a groan as she asked the actor if we was, well, and action. "Ugh, please don't encourage him. . ."

"Isn't it just like one of those interactive museum things? There might not actually be anyone there." She didn't exactly share Nader's paranoia, either, though it seemed like this story didn't have a happy ending. It was hard for it to be happy, since it kinda already involved someone dying of sickness before they could see their home one last time. "Let's just try to be nice if we do meet anyone?" She glanced back at Nader, as if Lucine would be able to determine something about the man's thoughts from his mask. "It worked last time I ran into a monster."

Well, that would be why they called him the Iron Titan. Not that it was going to slow Nemesis down. "The floor," he said simply, but loud enough to be heard by the rest of the group. He leaned out and fired one bullet into the floor of Tohl for emphasis, then darted down the hall and away from Tohl, weaving until he could reach the next cabin, where he repeated the process. He was trying to weaken the floor of the train so that the great bulk of the man would do the work for him. Sure, it probably wouldn't be great for the train, but it would be worse for Tohl.

"I would avoid pushing yours, friend." She narrowly avoided rolling her eyes. The man had the audacity to threaten her for a quip like that and then act as if she was in the wrong? "It tends to be in short supply for people who assault strangers."

"No, neither of them is Godot. I think. I hope." Kusuke shook his head, still feeling a bit disoriented. "And no, they're the worst kind of people. But that doesn't matter to the current situation." Though a place like this felt like it could be a trap. He wasn't sure how one would set up this kind of temporal flux, but if anyone could figure out, it would be the One. . . He started to shuffle in Satomi's direction. "Uh, no, that wasn't the idea. I apparently skipped backward several hours, which means something about the flow of time here is wrong. Very wrong. That or it's interfering with my Drive directly, but I'd prefer not to think about that possibility." He gestured at the two men. "These two might be caught in some kind of. . . eddy current. A time loop, sort of. But I don't know what would cause that outside of something actively resetting them."

Justine reluctantly moves toward Crimson, humming a tune under her breath to maintain rhythm. "You've got an interesting way of making new friends, that's for sure." D-12 Dance for the angry red man

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Heidrun nodded, then started to move towards the exit regardless of whether anyone followed. "Alright, then, well, we should be going now!" She tried, and largely failed, to make it look like she was actually in a hurry to get the task done and wasn't simply fleeing a stressful situation piled on top of another stressful situation. It was probably illegal, but someone else could figure that out - and if it wasn't, what choice did they have?

Hiroki couldn't help a startled squeak as the one who'd removed his own head earlier abruptly fell from a hole in the ceiling. If that had happened just a few moments earlier. . . She found herself skittering forward into the hallway beyond a bit faster than she'd strictly intended, distancing herself from both her embarrassment and the flash of fear.

Thunderlord didn't respond to the first comment. The safety was already on, of course; it had gone on as soon as she knew they were near civilians. As for vaporization, it would be rather difficult to do with a gun that fired mundane bullets, regardless of their unusual quantity and velocity, but perhaps it was best that her exact strengths remained an unknown factor. "A man calling himself Strange requested my help in a letter and sent me here." She thought back to his instructions. "He informed me that I should be looking for a knight, a witch, and a clown. . ." The way she trailed off and glanced at the crowd said everything else that was needed about the feasibility of her task. There was a great many people in the area that might fit that description, though she could at least try to look for a group of people who all matched it. "Evidently there is a dangerous sorcerer in the area."