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Siber's eyes widened as everyone else appeared, as well. The room seemed to accommodate them all in its capacious spaces. He couldn't decide if these were all pleasant experiences or not; he was not prepared to integrate quite as much as he needed to to deal with all of the arrivals.
"I never saw in need to shoot me in the first place, but to each his own." He thought for a moment. "You weren't even the one who wanted to shoot me, were you? Silly me. It was you."
Siber eyed Josh warily. He had not been a hundred percent friendly the last time they had met; something to do with killing innocents, he was sure. Even though they weren't innocents, anyway; they just happened to have been on the Titan's Fists man's team. And something to do with being an a*****e, too. Yes, when Siber decided to be an a*****e, it usually made others less than friendly.
Siber grinned at the prospect, then let it fade as he rubbed at his scarred chin. These people didn't hesitate to give warnings, he remembered from the moonblade.

"Kayla, it's good to see you again. Nice watch."
It was time to try Titan's Fist man. He got the chair he had been occupying earlier, leapt lightly up to it, and bowed low. "Sir Titan's Fist, oh Ye Who Wields God-Like Power, we have found ourselves in this glorious locale," he gestured theatrically, encompassing the utilitarian room. "One of a kind, fighting for our lives and the lives of the innocent." In one motion, he slid off the chair and knelt before the man, head and arms raised in supplicant obeisance. "We are strangers, brought together in this cru-el world of conflict and war. Can we not, my good Sir, be compatriots; brothers - in - arms?" Melodramatically drained, he waited with his fingers laced, meeting the man's eyes imploringly.

Siber stayed his place. "Paul" he whispered conspicuously out of the corner of his mouth, "I wasn't talking to you. Let me play through."

Joshua calmly approached Siber, grabbed his hands, wrapping them entirely in his enormous right gauntlet, and flung Siber into a wall about as gently as such an action can be - that is, not very.

"Don't pull that bullshit," he advised Siber calmly, standing over where he lie on the floor. "Your speech is insincere enough to make me vomit. You think I don't know who sent that demon out to attack random civilians as cover earlier? Please. Don't insult me." He kicked Siber's ribs and stalked off into some other room. Alan approached Siber and offered a hand to help him up. Apparently, even he felt a little pity for Siber incurring Joshua's wrath.

"You know, you're going to have a Hell of a time here, excuse the bad joke, if you keep annoying him," Alan pointed out.

"Thank you all for your sympathy," he grumbled well-meaningly, taking Alan's hand and rolling to his feet, slightly dazed. He rubbed his head. And his hands. And parts of his back. "But to be honest, if sincerity had been my priority, you would have known. If caution had been my priority, you would have known. And God damn it, Wielder, if I had wanted to kill random civilians you would have known, but truth be told, I thought your people were trying to murder me, so I sent something out to take them down; is that so hard to understand?"
He brushed himself down, pulled out a pocket knife to check it's reflective surface for bruises on his face, put it away, and looked straight at Josh. It was the first time in a long time he had been very serious. "Let me make something perfectly clear to you, Sir. If I want to emote something powerfully enough to get it through your skull, you will know damn good and well when it has happened and you will not even consider pretending to mistake it for a reason to assert yourself as pack alpha." His demeanor abruptly changed to one quite a bit more jovial. "The rest of the time- of which my little theatrical bit a moment ago was a part- I'm just having fun." He grinned, ignoring his bruised ribcage. "Seriously, though, I do strive to avoid conflict; it's aesthetically displeasing. Plus, I never even got your name. I'm Siber, but you knew that."

"You know, in an objective sense," Siber began, but Keldan cut him off.





Siber had been about to point out that at least Legion had a sense of humor, and that therefore, based on his explanation of motives, going back was the better option. Not that he would have; he just liked to teach people to avoid logic flaws.
"Well, anyway. Good to see all you people again. Kayla, how are you and your people?" He turned to her. She seemed somewhat bedraggled, but everyone's been that way before.

Siber discovered Alan's ability to hear the warlocks when Alan whispered into his ear.

"Gurul was one of Legion's favorites; while Keldan was favored as well, Legion preferred Gurul generally. Legion would not be amused by your tampering." Alan smiled and walked to the wall. With a flick of his hand, a door appeared. "Enough of this, everyone. I'm sick of holding us in Crossover. We're getting back into the concrete Earth safehouse. C'mon." He threw the door open, showing a room with a couple of couches and several digitally locked safes. "Everyone through." Josh walked through unhesitatingly and began checking to make sure it was secure. "Jake, you can take it from here, right?" A technician nodded to him. "Good to know. All right kids. Let's move it."

"Wait, we're in Crossover right now?" Linda asked.

"Well yes, I said that, didn't I?" Alan asked. "C'mon. Go. Everyone out."

Linda promptly made her way through the door.

Siber followed, then sat on the back of one of the couches, facing Paul and letting his eyes glaze over.