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((Time paradox. Didn't see Elevar's post.))

Gamma had intentionally avoided Charles and stayed out of range, by just running around him since he seemed so intent on standing there.

Conrad was struggling to get all his mass up and failing. Gamma's right hand intervened by sweeping up and catching him by the throat. Not so much an outright lift, but a push since his neck wouldn't hold his a** up.

Gamma had intentionally used his right hand as if to present the damage he had taken.
"Look here, fat man." He stated plainly, in a single synthetic voice. Gamma illistrated with a knife point mere fractions of an inch from Conrad's left eye.
"Start talking."

Charles raised his scythe to Gamma's vital organs. "I'm not moving until I know this man is safe. I don't really trust you two, especially since you both seem to not want to listen much to others."

To Conrad he smiled and said, "I suggest you start talking if you know anything. I don't do this for just anyone."

[After This Post Freeze Until Flare Posts]

Conrad - after getting pushed - fell over onto his side in the sand. His mass immediately seemed to expand out like a cushion. The half closed eye stared at Gamma with a look of 'huh'?

The man did not even have to speak for the message to be clear. He certainly did not know what was going on.

Just to be safe though - he said the first thing that came to mind. "...This sand is hot on my..." Glance down and he noticed the nudity. "...Oh." Did not seem all that concerned really.

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With an almost imperceptively fast movement, Gamma picked, pulled, and primed a flashbang. In a stunning white light, too bright for anything short specialized full-faced goggles, those around would be blind and deaf. Gamma moved out from under the boardwalk and charged out onto the open sand.

After a moment the effects of the flashbang would clear, for all to see Gamma standing there. Like he was waiting for a bus. Almost.

Gamma tipped them a mock salute with his right hand and continued the motion with one particular finger.
"Kill you ******** later." he stated simply, armor grinning evilly with a pair of metal jaws.

Once everyone's ears stopped ringing they would hear a slight humming, like a distant engine. Then, as if a space itself sheared, a door in the plain air and beach behind Gamma openned to the interior of a Deity Incorporated Charon transport vessel. With the wide interior of the craft stood an assembled team of bleak, nondescript, white clad men with full plate facemasks. Engineers and medtechs to check over their soon to be patients.

As Gamma pulled himself inside the rest of the craft appeared. A patterned steel grey and metallic dark blue aircraft, hovering mere feet from the ground. A strangely wide, smooth, and contoured transport craft with the Deity insignia emblazoned on the slide door.

As Gamma stepped into the Charon he turned back towards the door and held his arms out to the side with his feet spread. Techs went to work to check his armor, and several of the white clad men clouded about Gamma's right side. His pack, Null's item include, fell to the ground while techs began pulling the rest of his equipment off and hit the transport floor unnoticed.

After the Bros. Gamm's events unfolded, Charles was left scratching his head in confusion.

"Hrm," he said, shrugged, then stared down at the naked fatman. "Good god, he looks like vanilla pudding gone bad. Really bad."

It was then that a feeling of dread washed over the Chauffeur. "Oh no, he's going to have to get in the van with us." One shudder later he resheathed his scythe, moved over to Conrad, and started trying to pick him up.

The sun, heat, general obesity, and green goop from null had resulted in a thick, glossy coating all over Conrad's body. It made picking him up more of a challenge. "Come on, Champ," he grunted. "I've got the fate of the world and three saucy milk maids waiting for me."

Conrad's right eye opened lazy and looked at Charles with an odd look at mention of milk maids. Granted - he had missed the vast majority of what had been said. This was not a time to be listening to crackpots with big weapons. No - this was a time to be heading for the Templ...

Why was he naked? Why? A question he was content to ask himself as - after glancing at Allen - he started to attempt a rise. Got as far as a sitting up position before he had to stop and clutch his head. Way too much like someone suffering a killer hangover. Thing is - turning into a chibi-Satan was certainly not a part of a hang over.

"Stop...insulting me...and find me some...clothes." Generic paues between every few words as he worked to collect himself. He seemed disoriented really. Tired and dead. But was trying to rise up to his feet.

A motion that would send all eyes in the world not paid by him to glance in the other direction. Some things were just not meant to be seen. Conrad bending his legs as he tried to roll forward into a stand was one of them.

It looked kind of like a walrus giving birth.

A few moments later, and Flare was back, her usual monotony of black and grey shattered by the colorful Hawaiian shirt and shorts she was carrying. They were as large as the clothing store would make them, so with luck they would fit this tub of a man.

The demon shoved them at Conrad without looking at him.

"Dress. Now."