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"Alright flesh n bones we're...." and now that Albite thought about it? All that instinct and intrinsic desire to get up and go and get the ever loving ******** out of the nearest troubled zone that read 'Danger, danger, danger!!' in blood red and neon streaks. The one place in space utterly chocked full of no-safewording-out energy signals that were, only by the skin of their teeth, playing nice with each other for various god-like entities entertainment purposes.

Albite had wanted his team out of there fast as ******** and since 90% of them could teleport all on their own-some? And, like, the other 9% that couldn't also *would* get taken home by that 90% that could---

*They would listen to him this one time, on this one thing, or so help his himbo-ness he would!!!*

Wwwwoooouuullldd.........

Wake up out of the long string of his own thoughts, blinking at their surroundings, at the flesh n bones 1% that had looked team-less and in need of teleportation. The familiar-ish face that'd nearly been space food at least twice after meeting the floor with a meanness! Like, ********, gravity seemed to hate the guy he'd grabbed. Though there was so much puzzlement clear as dawn on Albites face. Almondjoy had kicked them out, kindly enough, but out they had been kicked, and Albite had grabbed the blond bit of fancy flash n flesh and dragged ********, here!?

"The ******** are we actually? I mean -- where did I even take us --- where do you even live!? These are...wow..this is s**t I should've asked you before I just up n ******** snagged you by the shoulder, huh?" and his words were so close to being an apology, they circled the circumprhance of it like a marble down a drain. So ******** close! "I'm-- and now m'realizing you're not Adrian, are you? Like, holy s**t, you look like the one from Sylvie's crew, but..."

So close --- and yet so, so, soooo far off....

Space levels of far off.

'Adonis, adonis, adonissssss----' the static was visible, nigh palpable, like watching someone readjust rabbit ears through their windows level of trying hard to catch a brain-cell or a far off signal. Albite wondered how many A-named, shredded jerky, anime Senshi were running around out there? Two? Three? He felt like he'd met more n four horror-core spookfest types before!

At LEAST four!

"No, yeah, mega traitor, all hail satan n s**t--wow--I didn't realize...I meannn... Yeah, sure! s**t, I can totally tell you're-you! Who else would you be? Somebody else -- never..." his brain wasn't sweating, nobody could see that, the way he looked Adonis up, down, and sideways; gave the poor guy a little room so he could circle him and get, just, the whole entire picture. Every bit of blond, and other bit of rib-cage, and the details were soooo ******** detailed. This was a great first impression he was making!! Unless this really was Adonis and he was being ******** with...or Adrian...or...whoever?

"Was her entire team really, all, like --- first line of the alphabet hot-topic-boys?" the words nearly spoken under his breath, if ever he'd learned to speak in a whisper. He was totally a believer though! Now that he squinted, the level of blondness was definitely different, and Adonis totally looked more like braided beef jerky in need of a bath in a really sexy way. This one? Aschera! Definitely not beef-jerky, not even a little bit. "Hey though! We've all got A'names! Adonis, Aschera, Albite--- that's me. I'm Him. N'that's cool the -- ah, all the A'names. A real crazy coincidence if ever there was one," totally the craziest ever and Albite shrugged off every shadow of confused '********' and went right back to beaming brightly, appeased and pleased with himself as usual. Missing by nautical miles Ascheras ire if ever any existed. The blond looked happy enough to him!

"Speaking of absolutely insane coincidences! Not mistakes! But F A T E -- I -- uh -- am your ride home tonight! So, yay you! Super congrats---you really haven't talked to your teammates since...Nope! No. Getting you home! That's, you should wanna keep me on track with that or we're gonna end up stayn stranded out --- is this near the old church? Yanno, the abandoned one, wisp damage, almandjoyshillll....Or is this near the...." It didn't matter where they were though, did it? So long as he could think of somewhere else for them to be, they could be there! That just required the thinking part, and if Ashera of Fleesh was one of Sylvies ex-harem? Then the thinking part was well handled, he was sure of it!

Albite smiled simmer-slow, like Aschera had straight up told him that Sylvite had a ‘type’ and that she was it! Not a type Sylvie had ever touched before of course! Because she was very professional! But he looked at all the chaos that girl had gotten herself into. The aesthetics—- so many lanky, waspish blonds and dark haired outliers with electric-blue ombres and faux-punk shaved sides. The way she chased them all like she was trying to save the world one half-drowned, black-souled hound at a time. Even the ones who didn’t wanna be saved.

“Naw, you’re right. Not hot-topic at all.” He hummed absently while considering whether or not he actually knew the place. The street names made it feel vague initially, but the description? The description brought with it an image to mind. He liked abandoned s**t, back alleys, crumbling facade n the rusty, tetanus strewn nails that filled them.

Knew ‘em like second homes and ex lovers—

“Yeah—-I know it,” Destiny city was always far too full up on deities, aliens, and powerful entities for his liking. He’d never gotten where god fit into the mix amongst all the rest of it, save inside of strip malls and concrete lots, because it always seemed to him like the older churches were abandoned. Like the wood didn’t like the air, or the styles had changed from small-numbers communal to mega-jet-planes, and watermelon red-bulls instead of wine.

“C’mon, one more time! N’this time? I won’t ******** it up—not that I ******** it up before!? But, uh, yanno—“ he snorted to himself as he reached for Aschera again, tugged on power like his favorite hoodie, snaked them through the void, and threw them both out mere inches from a graffiti saturated wall. He could practically taste the colors with how close they were! Real vibrant, kinda nice, very garden-like; full of that pigeon s**t scent and a musky bouquet of decaying architecture.

Real fancy like—-

“Found the wall! Not quite the corner, but it’s close enough, right?” The wall seemed real friendly, he patted it like it could’ve had a penchant to bite if he didn't, like it was a good wall that had earned a pet or two.

“And—lissn, if that General of yours isn't working out for you?” And how did he say the words without saying the words— the lily was already gilded and the shades already lamped, or however the ******** that stuff went? So he just kept talking while looking like he was going to leave — Maybe even through the wall! Because he believed in himself enough to know he could without so much as a running start!

“Not to be nosy n s**t, but everyone I’ve met from that ‘old team we shall not speak the name of—‘ They, like….Hmm…Has anyone considered giving you a promotion? I don't know you from a glory hole, but promotions are like hazard pay in this place. Everyone who's gotta put up with hazards should get one at some point? Specially…yeh….” Like his middle name was hazard and Aschera should have the power to teleport for the sake of, if nothing else, not ever having to deal with him again!

“S’just food for thought—saw the way space treated you up there, figure you deserve some vouching for. S’all…..” and it felt like a goodbye already, like he was intruding on, ******** knew what? But maybe on Ascheras time n energy and who the hell knew what else. “S’whatever, right? I’ll see ya round tho, Aschera.”

The wall was definitely begging to be gone through, some other abandoned space explored, he’d probably left a kettle on somewhere. Needed to check on Tama and Beans and—-

His mind was already gone from the moment, his body far off, the rest of him vanishing through space and time with it. Leaving Aschera to her own devices and as alone as she could’ve been; save for maybe some church rats, or roaches, or pigeons.