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    "Sounds my Dad and me," Johni chuckled, "You're not my mom, are you?" Glancing to A004, she added, "And yeah, I'll join you if you can find me."

    "Most of my friends are girls, I don't know what to tell ya," Annabelle shrugged at Percy as she finally thought of something. "I think I got drunk in the lobby one night with a few of them and it came up. I think I went with some kind of small bird at the time, but someone corrected to dragon because I 'defend my keep' like something 'fierce'." Johni scoffed at something fierce but motioned her on. "I'm more inclined to believe myself though. Maybe a dove but less innocent, or a crow but less mysterious." She shrugged. "But something with wings."

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    Oni stroked his chin at the concept of his spirit animal. He was taught of the power and wisdom of dragons, the strength and nobility of tigers, but they were always exalted as their own beings. Never associated with humans unless denoted as a title. Several Shogun's Oni met in centuries past had been given the title of 'Dragon' or 'Tiger'. But the very concept of having a spirit of one was foreign to him. He thought for a moment before speaking up, "I was always told tales of dragons, but not those barbaric beasts from the Western myths, these dragons were wise, no wings, and in some cases could shape themselves to however they wished."

    He shook his head, "But I digress. The core attributes of the dragons that were idolized was their strength, wisdom, and long life." He glanced around the group, "I feel I posses all three of those. I see no end to this life of mine, have gained much knowledge in my journey, and have yet to meet someone to physically match me. I'd say a dragon is a good fit for me." He stated, waving a massive hand through the air.

    Having replied, his crimson eyes shot towards Derrick again, and the samurai scooted his chair over towards the young man. "You're Derrick Ozer correct? I'm a friend of Riley Sanders." He said, extending a hand.
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    Derrick frowned in a near perfect act that would have fooled anyone who wasn't looking or trained to look for the lie. He bit his lip, hesitated, but finally answered in the most realistic tone of regret that he could muster. All of course, while he passed up shaking the guy's hand.

    "Are you talking about the guy I fought in the observatory? Because if you are, I'm afraid I got the guy killed. I more or less accidentally drowned the guy. I- uh- well when he tossed us both off the cliff, I struggled with him underwater and I guess I knocked the guy out. But I assumed that I hadn't, that he could swim. I came up to the surface, but he wasn't there. I swam back under and even found the guy, but he was out cold from the impact and I couldn't drag him back up. I actually passed out myself before waking up in the general hospital. if you want, I can show you the footage."
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    Oni frowned, though invisible beneath his mask. He'd spoken with Riley long after the incident at the Observatory, Abbas had told him about the situation they were in and if he could protect them until they were both back on their feet and out of harms way he would be doing him a huge favor. The samurai had reluctantly agreed, and had escorted the two around for quite some time, both of them hot on the heels of a group known as the Precursors. Riley was far from dead.

    Derrick was obviously lying, Oni had an eye as sharp as his blade, and the details such as him biting his lip and hesitating did not pass by unnoticed. Oni fully understood Riley's situation. The man had to fake his death to throw off his pursuers, if Derrick had helped him do so like Riley and Abbas had described, then the young man sitting before him was lying to protect him. Oni internally bowed his head out of respect towards Derrick, but physically lowered his hand. His eyes told another story as they flashed a knowing look at the staff wielder, "I'm sorry to hear that. He was a good man, if I ever knew one." He stated.
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    Obzidias looked at the slight tension between Oni and Derrick before turning towards the others. "A spirit animal eh? If I were to guess, I'd say the western dragon. Don't get me wrong Oni, I respect the eastern dragons and shaped one of my techniques in their image, but the western dragons while few are as wise as them, some if not most west dragons have a thing in common, while fierce, ruthless and powerful, they treasure their young and mates, and as such will fight a losing battle to the death in order to protect them." He finished, turning his head to everyone before he heard a voice he both loved and feared.

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    "So this is what my baby boy is doing." A woman came in from a door made out of crystal and glass. Obzidias froze and slowly turned around to meet his mother's amused and slightly confused gaze. "Uhhhhh. Hi ma." He said while stiffly waving his hand.

    She shook her head with a small smile and looked at the others before bowing, drawing a few eyes to her huge knockers as they bounced with her. The few that did look felt extreme but subtle killing intent from Obzidias. "Greetings, my name is Porcelain, and I am Obzidias/Oida's mother." She finished before standing up straight and walking to the chair beside Obzidias. She looked up and thought as she remembered the question. "As for my spirit animal, I'd believe I'm a bear and any other variation of bear. While we look nice and cuddly it doesn't change the fact we are very deadly, anyone that messes with my child, will know why I was and am still called The Crystal Lady." She said with a very sweet but incredibly creepy smile while various colored clear crystals grew behind her before disappearing before her smile turned more motherly. Everyone could see Obzidias beside her that he was extremely embarrassed at the situation.

    Obzidias did turn to Oni however. "Have you ever seen a dragon? I only found and fought one but it was easily titanic in size. I fought a castle sized one." He finished as he slowly grew obsidian to form a miniature him and a western dragon the size of a crate, very detailed as well.
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    The doors were kicked open with the usual flair, of course. Flair was everything. So was being ever so slightly drunk, but that was a different matter. The man that strode into the room was neither especially tall nor especially large. He just filled his own space with the kind of attitude and aura that broadcast he knew what the hell he was doing and that not another soul better challenge him on it. And, given his history, that was quite true. He'd been off the grid for quite some time now, what with David just keeping things quiet at the Clinic and Zalgo scared shitless. He flashed a crooked grin at everyone in the room before grabbing one of the scratched, yellowing chairs and spinning it around so that he could slide into it, legs sprawled out in front of him, leather-booted feet tapping to an unheard rhythm. His massive duster -- the leather so old and worn as to appear more fitted for a museum -- was quite literally covered with various repairs of holes, tears, and so forth. Judging from some of the more crackled areas, burns as well. Under the coat, his white T-shirt bearing a screaming bobcat and the words "Need Co." and the horribly stained canvas pants did nothing to conceal the fact he had at least a pair of sidearms...a discerning eye would have recognized them as Colt m1911-As from the original model series.

    He chuckled under his breath, at some private joke, then met eyes with their host. "Well, I've wandered through here the last time this happened, but what the hell. Anyhow, I know how this shit works, so I'll make it simple for you and give you my quick and dirty.

    My name is Altaer. Some folks still call me The Fixer, I suppose.

    I'm a flat six foot, 220 lbs. I've been through some shit, I'll tell you that, so my age really doesn't matter anymore. throw N/A in that box if you want. Or 28, who gives a fuck.

    I look like a freaking badass son of a gun, that's what I look like. Dark brown hair, kinda shaggy cuz that's how I like it, rugged-but-noble...well, more rugged, less noble...features with a big pair of scars that make an L on the left side of my face. Stands for Lover, not loser in case any of you new faces haven't heard of me and wanna make some stupid jokes. Body like a steel cord wrapped around a cheetah thrown inside a mo'fuggin lion, because I actually train myself like a smart guy instead of pumping a few weights and calling it good. And yeah, I can dress up but these old canvas pants stained a nice rust hue do just fine, alongside Old Faithful -- my duster -- and some random T-shirt. Needtobreathe is an awesome band, thought I'd wear their shit around for a spell. Oh, and my personality? Guess you kinda got it by now, but there are three people I give two shits about, and one of those isn't in the picture. There's a couple more I give one shit about, and the rest of the universe doesn't get any shits from Altaer. Sound good? Good."


    With his introduction finished, he leaned back in the chair, slipping a bottle out of his jacket and popping the cap. A citrusy sweet smell wafted around the room as the chilled drink steamed ever so slightly from the compressed gasses. He took a long draw, then gave a dramatic gulp at the end. "Ahh...damn good in this weather. Mike's, that is. Brought extra if you folks want any." He waggled the bottle as if to demonstrate his offer before returning to his consumption of it, apparently waiting for whatever was to happen next...or maybe waiting for nothing in particular at all.
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    Johni had been one of the few to receive Obzidias' glare, grinning when she noticed it. Standing up as the door opened again, she completely tuned out the newcomer as soon as he started describing what he looked and made her way to the notebook. After jotting 'First times' to really make Obzidias squirm, she paced to Annabelle and set it down in front of her, who took one look at it, stated "No." and crinkled it into a ball.

    Glancing at the paper she'd previously ripped out however, Annabelle looked over her options while she tried placing Altaer's face. "Would your life be any different if you were born the opposite gender?"

    "Not by much, if any," Johni shrugged, playfully squinting at her rejected suggestion, "Daddy raised me about as far from kid gloves as possible, and I was already three when Pop came into the picture." She shrugged, sitting back down. "Not to imply he was a bad parent, my Dad, August Pine if anyone followed RHG twenty* odd years ago, grew up alone in the woods, so he just didn't know how to conventionally raise a kid. No one gave him boy/girl guidelines, or any guidelines for that matter. He just knew I loved the wind in my face, so I was outside more than in, and I loved getting thrown into the air." She chuckled. "When Pop did come home though, he introduced stuff like reading and talking, but he never slapped me out of Dad's hands and told him to buy me a dress. Pop was a lot more kid gloves with my sister though, so maybe she'd be different if she was a guy? Or maybe he would've adopted a son if I was? Me though, I'd be the same."

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    {OOC: Come on my bud, my chum, my pallywal, famalama, snigglebumpkis. If I came back and followed the guide straight up, I wouldn't really be back, now would I? }

    Altaer remembered enough of how it worked last time to know this stuff wasn't entirely real. Not quite false, either. But either way, he was going to treat himself. Taking a seat across from the towering dark guy, he gave him a nod, but nothing more. These new folks...he remembered when this place was kind of normal. Sure, there were angel-demon things and draconians and evil aliens. But still...there was something expected about the whole environment. Now he never knew what to expect. Like bugs. Bugs with boobs. That was wrong, something somewhere was being awakened as an ancient evil to destroy some poor world simply because those knockers existed.

    As he shook his head, a massive plate of steaming hot "House Special" friend rice appeared in front of him, just like the place he used to eat as a kid. Pork, steak, shrimp, chicken, and veggies all stir-fried up with the rice...plus a hefty topping of chili oil and ponzu. He took a bite a swore under his breath. Catching the redhead eyeing him with that "who the hell is this" look, he gave her a casual wave. "Anna, right? Few years back I -- and the Doctor -- took an interest in that guy of yours and his missing girl. Offered to help, but he decided he wanted to do it solo and tried to fight instead. We're still chill, if I recall...ended up sharing a coffee or some shit. That's how you know me. Hope things are going well...dude really needs to get over trying things solo."

    After a few more bites, he answers the question. "Well...yeah. A lot. For one thing, I'd be dead. Well, I've died...seven times now? Something like that, I lost count the after the third time. But I mean like...permanently dead this time. Back as a kid when the shit hit the fan with my life, they would have thrown me straight into the back room of a hell house instead of using me for labor. Supposing I didn't have that happen, there'd probably a few hundred women that would lose some of the best memories of their lives, heh. Kathryne..." He paused, and the whole carefree charmer personality went out the window for a moment, showing only the raw and freakish bleeding darkness behind it...but only for the briefest of moments. "Well, I'd never have married her. And I'd not have fathered a kid. Hell, maybe I'd have married the Doctor...God...alright, that line of thought is gonna end right there."

    By the end of that last sentence, he laughed again, and was back to his usual self, demolishing the massive serving of food and working on his second bottle of drink already.
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    A004 glanced at the newcomer. It was obvious that he knew this place and that gave him an... aesthetic in his movements. Perhaps it was like this all the time. At this point he didn't know what to expect to come out of the door.

    "I think my answer is the same as Johni's but for a different reason. Where I come from... let's just say they don't really care about gender. We are just raised to be soldiers that will one day die in the battlefield. I guess the only thing that would change would be code. It would be either A003 or A005. Needless to say that they are both bad."

    After ending his short answer, A004 sat back on his chair and inspected the room. In a single day he had seen more than he had seen in his whole life. He started thinking if and how this would end. Would all suddenly dissappear? Would they just leave from where they came from and wake up in their respective places? He wasn't sure and was even less sure if he wanted to ask the man who had just entered the room.
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    Obzidias deadpanned and transformed into Oida for a few seconds then back again, he watched Annabelle look at him with her own deadpanned gaze. "Obzidias I think you are an exception to this question... cause well, you know. You're already living both genders." She said. Obzidias heard his mother giggle beside him and sighed while Porcelain's giggles turned into hearty chuckles. Porcelain looked at herself. "I don't really know about that. If I was born a man... I guess I would still be a kind person at least. Though I wonder if my clear crystal would change, if so would I be still be called the Crystal Lord then? I don't really know, what I WILL say, I'd still help make my little volcanic glass here." She finished with a small smile and eye smile, embarrassing Obzidias even more to the point that he smashed his head on the obsidian round table cracking it and groaning in embarrassment at the blatant and blunt words.

    He raised his head, and decided not to ignore the question. "Physically, I'm already both, mentally? I don't know, I'd probably be a tomboy who has no sense of preservation, or maybe I'd be a soft spoken but wrathful girl that destroys any who are dear to me. I'm already a result of my mom caring for me, what's to say that it won't be the same for when I'm born and raised as a girl." He finished before sitting up straight, and returning the short hug Porcelain gave him with a lean of his head and a few pats much to his mother's chagrin and amusement.

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