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An odd thing, to be displaced in time, and even stranger when you are not a person or even an animal but a section of iron from the rafters of a warehouse somewhere. Stranger still are the implications of being suspended in the air within the arena of a club in the middle of Canada of all places. It might not have been quite so odd had it been in a location where random pieces of misplaced objects just pop up, but in Canada?! Only idiots get lost in Canada, and a section of iron would be insulted to be refered to as an idiot.

This misplaced object was not one that was left alone, but in its upside-down state had the form of a man standing on top of it. Well, not really on top as one would normally see it, but it would have been the top if it were rightside up. The ashen haired man had taken the effort to bring a section of the rafters from some unknown place simply to stand on them, upside down no less, for what purpose? Simple, really, he wanted to know what all the fuss was about concerning random rafters in random buildings, and he didn't really know of any combination with a higher degree of randomness.

Setting aside his experiment in the realm of randomness he pondered the visions floating through his skull. They were partially directed to him through his eyes, shades of the past and future concerning what he missed, though also routed from the Genesis Sphere with the same intent. He had been missing, though he doubted anyone had noticed, and was simply doing some catching up. The only thing he really noticed was a group of people vowing to make with the penning into the deadbook of whoever happened to be around. He couldn't help but laugh to himself and wonder, Death threats are no fun. They either never fulfill themselves or steal my kills. Well, not so much my kills as the kills of wh- hmmm...what I represent? Thats another thought...is it a who or a what? While trying to puzzle this out he distracted himself and the piece of iron unsummoned itself and Tac began to fall. He likely wouldn't notice until he hit something, likely the ground.

((I would believe so.))

((You could. He's been kinda stagnant as of late.))

The doors to the elevator slid open following the light ding that permeated the main corridor. The sparring match of the prior day had done much to get the gears in her turning. It had been a considerable amount of time since she had to prepare attack spells in advance. She was pleased with the inevitable confrontation that was to happen at some point in the future. Even the sight of her husbands alter ego did little to sour her mood.

Nonchalantly stepped out of the elevator car the sound of her heels clacking on the floors of the largely empty room. Forgoing the usual messy ponytail she was accustomed to wearing as of late she had let her long emerald tresses cascade down her shoulders like so many flowing emerald waterfalls. She had decided to wear one of the new skirts she had purchased the previous day, wondering if Unks would notice. Instead she had yet to see him. At least not the incarnation of him she was better accustomed to. Settling at the bar counter several seats from Furor...as he was calling himself, she surveyed the drinks lining the back shelves

"Hmmmph...up to more carnage I suppose..."

Propping her chin her palms she licked her lips deciding on a glass of chardonnay rather than her usual Jack and Coke. Rising from her seat she proceeded to procure the wine flute blinking up at the red haired man.

"You want anything?"

Not sure what his reaction would be she continued preparing her drink, getting a stemmed glass.

Smirking at the compliments he was paying she ran her hand through her hair tucking some of the bangs back underneath her fedora.

"Glad to hear your staying out of trouble...and thank you. You have a good eye. No pun intended."

Returning to the stooled side of the counter she settled with her glass tipping it to her lips. Setting the glass back down, she looked side long at the man.

"Fair enough...I'll never understand your Saiya-jin glory. If someone is kind enough to cull of your enemy. Wouldn't they be an ally of sorts?"

Gazing down at the golden liquid she smirked.

"Regardless your concern is noted. You will have your chance when this threat is dealt with.

Returning her attention to he wine she took another sip.

Shrugging at the statement she drank more from her glass mulling over his words.

"As I said, you will have your chance later on. I have no intention of dying by anyone's hand.

Draining her glass she sighed.

"I suppose we only wait."

<<..... < <;; ....>>

Refilling her glass only part way as to not feel like a lush she nodded.

"I'll drink to that.."

Clinking glasses with him she said the line.

"To putting up with each other."

Draining her glass she smirked

"With that I shall take my leave."

Bowing her head she rose from her seat to deposit her glass in the sink. That done she headed for the door and continued out onto the forest path.