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 No.4853

>The Great Expanse

>Earth-1865

>The sun sets over the dusty terrain of the Great Expanse, dipping below the mesas that dot the landscape.

>In the shadows of one of these mesas, a lone mine entrance sits, a pair of men loading up a minecart that sits on tracks leading into the tunnel.

“Good haul today.”

“Yup.”

“Tell y’ what, the boss sure knows how to pick ‘em.”

“Yup.”

“. . .yup, sure does, good haul and barely any fightin’”

“Yup.”

“C’mon man, gimme somethin’. . .”

>The man raises a finger to say something, then falls over as a bullet flies through his leg, taking it out.

“Huh. . .”

>The more talkative of the two looks around, only to see the briefest of glints before a bullet hits him right in the head, taking him out instantly.

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>Within the mines, several other people drink and cheer as they enjoy their ill-gotten gains, their cheers echoing through the tunnels

>At the head of a makeshift table, a woman with ashen-white hair wearing a wide-brimmed hat sits with her feet up on the table, constantly loading and unloading a gun rhythmically. As she does, one of the gang members around her notices.

“Summit wrong, boss?”

>The woman looks up from under her hat, then looks over at the door.

“Those two should of been back by now, wasn’t that much to load. . .”

>As she finishes her sentence, the door bursts open with a loud crack.

 No.4854

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>>4853
>With the sound of the door bursting having interrupted their partying, the people within the room turn their attention to it, and the person who caused it - a red-headed woman wearing a gold accented and feathered hat.

>Their reaction times a little dulled by the alcohol in their systems, the people in the room nevertheless manage to scramble and pull out their weapons, all of them pointing at the woman, who seems unfazed by the situation.

>With a chuckle, the white-haired woman looks up, loading her gun once again.

“Well well well, ain’t you a brave one. . . what can I do y’for?”

>The red-haired woman moves a hand down to by her belt, the movement causing the people in the room to nervously shuffle, several weapons clicking as bullets are chambered within them.

“I’m just a simple hunter, making her way in the world. . .”

>The red-haired woman looks up, staring down the white-haired woman.

“. . .and I’ve been hunting you since Broken Hill, Rowena ‘Two-Face’ McGowall.”

“That so? You certainly know how to pick your battles. . .”

>The white-haired woman leans back, using the momentum to help her stand up.

“. . .I mean, I got twenty men here, and I only see one six-shooter on you. . .”

“‘S all I need.”

“I suppose target practice is good for the boys. . . get her. . .”

>The white-haired woman waves dismissively, and her men start to squeeze the triggers of their guns, only for six gunshots to ring out from the red-haired woman.

>After a few seconds, the white-haired woman’s men fall to the ground, leaving only her and the red-haired woman in the room, who stands in place with a smoking gun.

“You’ve got a choice, I can bring you in dead or alive. . .”

>The white-haired woman looks around at the thugs on the ground, and starts to pull her gun up.

“Well. . .”

>As she brings her gun up, the red-haired woman starts moving closer, closing the gap between the two, and the white-haired woman closes her eyes.

>. . .only to open them again after a few moments and see no sign of the red-haired woman.

“Huh. . .”

 No.4855

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>>4854
>Sanctuary City, Earth-0

>November 14th, 2017

>In one of the many alleyways of the city, a small, weaselly looking woman stands cornered by two men and another woman, her eyes rapidly darting about as she tries to find a way out of her predicament.

“L-look guys, I hate it as much as you. . . more even. . . but the boss said no more shipments to Sanctuary until your boss sorts out the situation he’s having with the-”

>The woman yelps as one of the men, the larger of the two, slams his fist against the wall.

“We don’t care about that, we know you’re holding out on us, Weasel.”

“Whaaaaat? Me hold out o-on y-you. . . I would never!”

>As she finishes the sentence, the woman instinctively ducks, avoiding the man’s fist, and dives through his legs, narrowly managing to get through.

“But if it’s all the same, guys, I’m gonna run, ok?”

>The woman starts scrambling to the end of the alleyway, using all four limbs to run as fast as she can. Before she can reach the end, however, a ray of ice flies over her head and expands out at the entrance of the alley, blocking off her way of escape.

“We just wanna talk. . .”

>A panicked look in her eyes, the woman looks around, then scrambles to one of the walls of the alley, scratching at it for a few seconds before kicking it, producing a small gap that she disappears through.

 No.4856

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>>4855
>With a wall between herself and her pursuers, the woman falls down, leaning against the wall and breathing a sigh of relief, before jumping up in shock as the wall crumbles behind her, a giant hand reaching through it.

“Jesus-!”

>Slipping through the fingers of the hand, the woman starts scrambling again, using the momentum to burst through a door into a kitchen, which erupts into further chaos as she rushes through it, jumping up and down from floor to worksurface, knocking pots and pans everywhere.

>Reaching the end of the kitchen, the woman leaps through into the main area of the business, just in time to duck down as a fireball flies through, smashing through the glass on the other side and igniting the awning of the shop on the street beyond.

>Peaking her head up, the woman looks back to see her pursuers beyond the now-broken wall.

“Hey, what the hell guys, I thought we were friends!”

>The woman ducks down again as another fireball hoots through, then scrambles towards the broken window, keeping as low as she can in hopes of avoiding detection. . .

 No.4857

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>>4856
>The repeating sound of quick, reverberating footsteps begins to ripple through the streets, as a hooded and masked figure in black clothing rushes onto the scene.

"Where'd they go?! Ugh. This is the second time today that I've lost-"

>Feeling his voice trail off, Demiurge looks off to the side and sees the shattered glass and the fireball fly through the air - immolating the parallel store.

>Instinctively, Demiurge holds out one of his gloved black hands and draws a symbol, producing a fire hydrant - which them manifests itself in the air - hovering as he pulls off the side valve and watches as the pressurized water jet douses the flame.

>Turning his attention back towards the three figures approaching, he then says:

"Oh it's you idiots. I figured arson was beneath you, but I guess we're not all winners today."

>Muttering to himself, Demiurge notices the woman at the broken window, hesitating as he looks back at the trio.

"So who's pulling your strings today? Crimson Tide? Autonauts? Or are you big boy criminals going out on your own now instead?"

>Demiurge gestures with his hand, causing the pressurized water of the materialized fire hydrant to expand into a large flowing construct of 5 high pressure water prongs, like a large water-based hand, which immediately move towards the criminals.

 No.4858

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>>4857
>The fire is smothered by the stream of water, revealing a giant hole in the wall of the store across the street. Inside, one of the customers sits at a table, peering out the hole with an annoyed expression.

"Are you kiddding me?"

>Orion closes the book (manga) he was reading, and sets it down on the table. He gets out of his seat, as the other customers and the store's owner frantically find cover and begin contacting the MRD.

>Heading towards the exit, Orion gets ready to step outside the door - only to notice Demiurge outside clearly getting ready to try and contain the situation.

{"Who's that?"}

>Orion scratches his head while he tries to remember.

 No.4859

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>>4857
>The larger man shrugs as Demiurge's extinguisher puts out the flames.

"Thanks."

"Yeah, thanks."

>The smaller man holds out a hand, and the water freezes in place.

"We wouldn't want any trouble, we're just handling some business."

>The larger man nudges his head, and the woman with the pair steps away, a giant foot appearing behind the two before disappearing again as something, or rather someone, huge walks past the building.

>>4858
>As Orion steps up, the woman keeps on quietly crawling along, trying to avoid anyone noticing her. . .

 No.4860

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>>4859
>Demiurge narrows his eyes behind his mask, muttering to himself.

"….The people in this city, I swear….."

>Turning around, Demiurge then notices the woman crawling along the ground and slowly walks towards her, once the others have left his line of sight.

"Hey, Miss. I'm assuming you were hiding from them?"

>Crossing his arms, Demiurge then asks:

"Care to explain why? Because I generally don't see hiding from criminals as a great sign."

 No.4861

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>>4860
>Thinking she's unseen, the woman grabs a sandwich from one of the tables, taking a bite from it and looking up as she's addressed by Demiurge.

"Nah nah. . . I'm runnin', not hidin'. . . thanks for the help though!"

>The woman starts scrambling away again, being less cautious about where she's going, only to be forced to jump out of the way as a foot comes down where she was planning on heading.

"This city not got any meta-wranglers?! I swear to-!"

>The woman jumps out of the way again as a hand sweeps down to grab her.

>Before either Demiurge or Orion can react to the sight of the woman playing cat and mouse with someone much larger than her, however, their surroundings suddenly switch from the city to a small, metallic room with one entrance - the path through it blocked by a field of some kind of energy.

>On the other side of the energy, a bug-like creature of some kind manages an odd-looking machine, and a humanoid figure stands by it, looking at a read-out.

"Two in one scoop? Good work, Drone 1982."

>The bug chitters in response.

>Despite the sudden nature of their arrival, the room has an odd aura of calmness for them, as if cutting out any thoughts of violence, or desires to use their powers.

 No.4862

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>>4861
>Startled by the sudden and unexpected shift, Orion takes a step back.

"What the fuck..?"

>He looks around the room quickly, and then focuses his attention on the figure. The room's effects take hold, although maybe not quite to the degree desired, as Orion is still visibly upset.

"Who the fuck are you? Where is this?"

 No.4863

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>>4862
>The figure turns their head as Orion talks, then steps towards the cell.

"Drone 1999, increase the field effect for cell 12. . ."

>The desire to be calm grows stronger in response to the request, and the figure steps through the field.

"Greetings, I am Omega, and you are truly honoured. Out of all the myriad souls in the multiverse, you have been selected for great purpose, for this is The Arena, the great battle world of the cosmos, where the mighty prove their mettle in the great Tourney of Triumphs."

>Omega bows.

". . .and the upcoming one is a special one, for it marks the anniversary of the ascension of a Great One. You should feel even more honoured than usual."

 No.4864

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>>4863
>The calming effect increases, lowering Orion's aggression. This however, doesn't stop him from being willfully or calmly resistent.

"I don't care. Send me home."

 No.4865

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>>4863
>Blinking for a moment in complete surprise, Demiurge then shakes his head in confusion as he reacts:

"….I'm sorry what? Multiverse? Arena? Is this a prank or something?"

>Looking between Orion and Omega, Demiurge then points at Orion and says:

"….Wait a minute. Aren't you….Yeah you're one of Grayson's C-Suite guys. What exactly does this guy want with you?"

>Turning his attention back towards Omega, Demiurge then states:

"No offense, but this is probably some normal guy. I doubt he's some crazy warrior champion or whatever you're asking for - and I'm not either. Despite the getup, I'm more of a good samaritan than an outright warrior."

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>>4864
"No."

>>4865
"The only way for you to return home is for you to survive the arena and win alongside the rest of my team - who you will meet shortly, once you've properly acclimatised."

>Omega steps back, the energy field starting to engulf her.

"But rest assured, you were selected with good reason, unlike my boorish brother, I can properly strategise."

>Omega finishes stepping through the energy field and the cell starts moving downwards.

 No.4867

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>>4866
>As the cell begins moving downwards, Orion spits in the direction of Omega. It helplessly bounces off the energy field and onto the floor.

>>4865
>He looks at Demiurge.

"When this is over I'm kicking the ass of her and whoever else set this up."

 No.4868

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>>4867
>Demiurge sighs as he places a hand on his mask, muttering to himself.

"Sorry, I just didn't expect this today."

>Looking at Orion, Demiurge then says:

"I'll do what I can to help us win this thing, and I might have a way to get us back - but it's going to take a lot of time and a lot of concentration."

>Looking down at his hands, Demiurge watches as bright white fires begin to appear in his palms.

"I can make whatever I can think of, for the most part. I'm not sure where we are, but if you know somebody who can get us out of here, or at least follow you here, I can probably make a device that can signal to them."

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>>4868
>Orion shrugs.

"If you can make whatever you can think of, then just make a portal or something and we can leave now."

 No.4870

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>>4869
>Demiurge focuses as energy pulses through his body, before it suddenly fizzles out, dispersing in a flash of white light.

"Ack! Damnit…."

>Looking at Orion, Demiurge then says:

"Whoever this woman is, she's got some kind of dampening or nullification technology in here. My powers aren't fully working."

>Pulling inside of his outfit's inner lining, Demiurge pulls out a long, sleek hilt in obsidian black coloring - holding it in his hand, while carefully examining its weight.

"Well, if we've gotta fight, then we fight. I really wish your boss were here instead of me though - for reasons that might be hard to explain."

 No.4871

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>>4870
>The cell comes to a stop, and the energy shield slowly lowers, opening up into a larger room that's set up as a living area of some kind.

>Once the shield is lowered, one of the people in the room, a red-haired woman wearing a cowboy hat, among other cowboy clothing, looks over her shoulder at the cell and waves lazily at the entrance.

"Looks like we got newcomers, howdy there."

 No.4872

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>>4871
>Demiurge walks into the living area, taking in the scene. His apprehension remains clear in how he walks, as his muscles are tensed, almost expecting a firefight.

"…….I'm guessing that you're our 'teammate' in this competition? How'd you get involved in this, if I may ask?"

>Demiurge looks at Orion, saying:

"Given how relatively calm you've been about this, I'm going to assume that you've seen your fair share of action, despite my initial doubt. If so, that's good. It means we've got a shot to handle this properly."

 No.4873

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>>4871
>Orion looks around, taking a few moments before noticing the woman waving. Like before, he appears visibly annoyed.

"Yeah, hi."

>Orion steps out from the now open cell and into the larger room. After looking around some more he looks back towards the woman.

"How long have you been here? Cow…girl person."

 No.4874

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>>4872
>>4873
"Probably the same as you fellas, I was mindin' my own business when I just up and appeared here."

>The woman shrugs.

"For how long ago that was, I dunno, my watch just spins around like crazy when I check it, the sword lady might know."

>Standing up, the woman walks over to a room off to the side and knocks on the wall by it.

"Hey, sword lady! You up? We got newcomers."

>From within the room, a woman who Orion recognises walks out, a sword slung across her back.

"Newcomers? What're you-"

>The woman looks over at Orion and Demiurge.

"Oh, there are, handy, more people to throw into the fire first."

"Now now, the purple lady said we're a team."

"For now."

"Also do you know how long it's been?"

"What? No, how would I know that?"

 No.4875

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>>4874
>Demiurge looks at them both and asks:

"Wait, so neither of you know who this 'Omega' is? Why she picked you? That's actually telling us a lot more than I thought."

>Thinking to himself for a moment, Demiurge then looks up at them and says:

"Well, either way - we know that she needs us for this 'Arena' of hers. She also mentioned her brother, so I'm going to assume this is some sort of family bickering."

>Looking back up at the large living area around him, Demiurge concludes by stating:

"….Just bickering on a cosmic scale."

 No.4876

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>>4874
>>4875
"Whatever, I guess."

>Orion shrugs.

"I don't really care why it's happening. I have better things to do, and I want to leave."

>He looks around, not noticing any comfortable seating. Annoyed, he moves towards the wall and sits down on the floor while leaning against it. He looks at Demiurge and both the girls.

"So… are you guys Meta-Humans or like wizards or what? Surely you're not just someone with a gun and someone with a sword."

 No.4877

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>>4874
>A loud ringing noise jolts Demiurge as he immediately turns and looks towards the other side of the room, blinking behind his mask in confusion as a woman slowly walks out of another room, a laziness carrying in her posture.

"Can you all keep it down? I was trying to get a few minutes of sleep in….."

>The woman is tall and statuesque, around. six feet in height. She has stylish light green hair and piercing amber eyes. Her outfit is sleek and somewhat impractical, mixing traditional biker clothing with more improvised black fabrics.

>On her back, she has a large black shield with golden bolts and rivets fastened onto the side, and an equally large black sword with golden trimmings that is also holstered on her back. Both weapons appear to glow with a faint ethereal light.

"Huh? Wait who are you?"

>The woman looks up and down at Demiurge and Orion, as her mundane and muted facial expression slowly changes into one of wonder. Her face and other features belie a supernatural attractiveness which takes Demiurge by surprise.

"Newbies?! Perfect! Now we can try more fun attack formations!"

>Demiurge, still not sure how to respond to the woman's appearance, simply waves his hand as he says:

"Uh… Hi. I'm Demiurge. This is…."

>Gesturing to Orion, Demiurge then says:

"….Actually I don't know what his name is, so we'll table that for now."

>Looking back at the woman, Demiurge then says:

"Who are you?"

>The woman, her eyes glistening with anticipation, just laughs as she says:

"Oh right. My name's Victoria! But people call me Warrior Woman for some reason, and the name stuck!"

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>>4875
>The red-haired woman shrugs.

"Never met the woman before, she just said she'd brought us here for a reason and that was it. Never even met this brother of hers, if he really exists."

>>4876
>Both women answer at the same time, giving two very different answers.

"Meta-Humans?"
"Of course."

>>4877
>The red-haired woman looks over at Victoria.

"Ah yeah, names, the name's Lisa."

>Lisa offers out a hand for the others to shake.

"And this is-"

"Conquest. That's all you need to know."

>Conquest turns around, heading back into her alcove to exit the conversation.

"Y'know, I'd never met someone called Conquest before her, but it takes all sorts of folks, right?"

 No.4879

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>>4878
>Victoria looks at Conquest as she leaves, pouting slightly all the while.

"Aww, I wish she was a lot more friendly… Her name's awesome though!"

>Perking up immediately, Victoria turns her attention back to Lisa and the others, saying:

"I was fighting some supervillains in Paradise City a few days ago. The Wreckers or something like that, I dunno - they weren't strong or anything. Then out of nowhere I ended up here!"

>Waving her hands around for dramatic effect, Victoria continues speaking:

"It was crazy! One moment I was minding my own business, and the next moment, I ended up here in……wherever this place is! Can you believe that?"

>Demiurge looks at Orion for a moment, and then Lisa, before turning his attention back to Victoria, stating:

"….Yeah. About that…..I'm starting to think we weren't picked for our great decision making skills - no offense."

>Looking back up at the ceiling of the living area, Demiurge says:

"….I think she picked us because she knew that we'd have no real option but to fight. For whatever it is she's clearly bet the house on."

>Victoria narrows her eyes and pouts once more as she quickly places her hands on her hips.

"Oh don't be a drama queen, Demi! We're tough! We can beat up whoever's in our way! After all, we're the champions right?! She chose us because she knew we could win!"

>Victoria says with smug satisfaction on her face as Demiurge sighs.

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>>4878
>>4879
>Orion wears a sour expression as he watches Conquest leave. He continues staring in her direction until she's out of sight.

"Hm."

>Not paying much attention to Demiurge and Victoria, he looks at Lisa.

"You don't know what a Meta-Human is? So are you some kind of sheltered wizard then? I heard some of you don't get out much."

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>>4879
>>4880
"Wizard? I ain't no wizard, just a bounty hunter. . ."

>Lisa looks over at Victoria as she mentions Paradise City.

"I ain't never heard of no Paradise City either. All I got is my special gun and my instincts."

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>>4881
{"Fuck."}

>He stares at Lisa.

"Oh. Well alright then."

{"Shit."}

 No.4883

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>>4881
>Victoria looks blankly at Lisa for a moment, and then cheers up as she says:

"Perfect! A ranged weapon can pick off enemies from a distance!"

>Turning to look at Orion, Victoria sizes him up with a blank stare as she states:

"……I'm not sure what you do….."

>Her eyes then light up as she cheers and says:

"But you can probably punch real good! Same with Demi!"

>Demiurge looks down at the black hilt in his hand and focuses, not pressing a button, but instead willing the weapon's supernatural properties to activate.

>In that moment, a large, unstable crackling of red light flows through the weapon. It has a glowing white interior, as the weapon manifests three blades - a large long front facing blade, and two smaller pronged blades, perpendicular to the main blade; forming an impromptu energy guard cross hilt.

"This is one of the few weapons that I had on me before getting transported here. I'm not sure if I can make more, but this should help."

>Victoria's mouth reflexively waters at the edges as her eyes widen, staring at the shining star-sword.

"……Gimmegimmegimmegimmegimme!"

>Victoria immediately moves to Demiurge in an instant, demonstrating speed faster than Demiurge's eyes could track, as she begs for the sword.

"Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease! I need it!"

>Demiurge sheepishly lowers the blade and says:

"If we win this contest, no problem."

>Victoria immediately turns to Lisa and Orion with an eye-piercing glare in her eyes. Her voice drops to an uncharacteristically low tone of voice as she says:

"You hear that everyone? Losing is non-negotiable."

>She then cheers up again immediately, smiling as she jumps up in the air in excitement, jubilant to a substantially higher degree than immediately shown prior/

"So let's win this thing! Woohoo! Yeah!"

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>>4882
>>4883
>Lisa shrugs.

"I mean, I wasn't exactly plannin' on losin'. . ."

>Lisa nudges her head to the alcove.

". . .doubt she was plannin' on it either."

 No.4885

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>>4884
"Well if the only way out of here is to win then neither am I."

>Orion says, remaining seated on the floor.

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>>4884
>>4885
>Victoria jumps up again in jubilation as she cheers once more.

"Alright! Team Argonaut's ready to kick some ass!"

>Demiurge looks off to the side, still taken aback by Victoria's high energy behavior. Doing a double take, he turns to Victoria and says:

"Wait, Argonauts? Like Jason and the Argonauts?"

>Victoria nods as she crosses her arms, looking smug as she says:

"Yup! One of the most famous hero teams in classic mythology! I only wish we had someone named Jason…."

>Demiurge sighs as he shakes his head, stating:

"….Don't count yourself short on that just yet."

>Victoria is silent for a moment, before her eyes widen as twinkles of light appear in her eyes. Excitement builds up in her body through rapid muscle contractions as she then cheers even more loudly.

"YOUR NAME IS JASON?! OMIGOD THAT'S PERFECT!"

>Victoria continues cheering and jumping around as Demiurge turns to the others and slowly removes his mask, stating:

"Well, even if I don't make it out of here alive, at least you know. My name's Jason, and I guess we're Victoria's Argonauts."

>Jason then allows his white hair to flow down, partially covering his eyes to hide his embarrassment at revealing his identity. He's also hoping that none of them recognize him as a public figure.

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>>4886
>Orion stares at the pair, and then lets out a sigh before looking down at the ground with a tired expression.

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>>4886
>Lisa looks between the pair.

"Now, I don't think we need a name. . ."

>>4887
>From behind Orion, a gauntleted hand rests on his shoulder, and Conquest kneels down, quietly talking into his ear.

"They're undisciplined, they'll get you killed, if they keep up like this I will kill them when we get into a fight and I'll have little choice in the matter."

>Conquest goes silent, letting Orion think on it.

"Just a warning, in case you decide to join me in that. I'm telling you because you're carrying yourself with more discipline than the others."

>Conquest looks over at Jason for a moment.

"Also, I'm surprised you don't recognize Mr Khyber, Mr Thompson, I thought you executive types all socialized."

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>>4888
>Orion stares at Conquest, ruminating on her words. He almost misses her question.

"I… er…"

>He takes a moment to compose himself, and stands up from the floor.

"I don't really partake in the 'executive lifestyle'."

>His eyes remain locked on Conquest.


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