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"I would rather not," he said, his voice shaking slightly, "but Desdendelle would no doubt say it is good for me, so do as you wish." He crossed his arms.

"But, well, I think people are generally a lot better than most like to think," Shamrock said, smiling.

"Right optimist, you are," Randa said.

Vania tched. "Never mind you help fight the giant monsters that live all over the world. Racism still needs to happen!"

"It's crazy when I remember how prejudiced the people on our world can be," Doc said to Randa, "after being here so long, and seeing how easy it is for such different people to work together. And World One only has one sentient species!"

Chris and Ami walked up to the table, holding a plate of grilled cheese sandwiches and an ambrosia salad, respectively. "Mind if we join you? We can't find anyone we know in here, and Miguel and Violet both needed to crash after the exorcism, so...I'm Chris, by the way. I'd shake your hand if I could do it without dropping my food."

"I'm Ami Seeker." The unicorn smiled and held up her right hoof. "You're...the Librarian, right? I've read some of your mission reports, but not in a while or any real detail."

Shamrock's tail began twitching now; it seemed impossible for her to sit still. "Faunus can have all sorts of animal traits; one of the main characters from my home continuum is a cat Faunus, and she has cat ears; I know there's another who has a monkey tail, but there are all sorts! Deer antlers, rabbit ears, retractable claws..." She grinned and pulled her tail around to hug it, the fluffy red fur tickling her chin. "Unfortunately we're kinda discriminated against in my home continuum, but here people don't look twice at me! It's pretty great, especially since a tail this big is kinda hard to hide."

Vania said, "You mentioned your world has humans and Faunus in it. Does that mean you're a Faunus? If you don't mind my asking, do all Faunus have squirrel traits, or can they have other looks, too?"

"And I'm surprised you didn't see either of us. We have been to several events before. This karaoke night, the first award ceremony for the HG..."

"Speaking of that, Once we're done here, I want to return to the RC as fast as possible," Marina said. "Between our mission and all of this, I don't want to risk losing the trail of Nutmeg's staff."

He was followed by his partner, who was just as cheerful, even if he wasn't skipping. They paused when they entered the bar, for it was more crowded than they were used to. Apecian looked around, shrugged, and started walking through the crowd, trying to find an empty table. Michael followed, and they did, eventually, find a table.

"I wonder why it's so crowded in here," Apecian said to nobody in particular.

"Not really," she said cheerfully. "I mean, Randa doesn't really do much to annoy me other than be a big ol' 'fraidy cat sometimes, but I guess it kinda makes sense since she can't get hit by anything without getting hurt, really."

Randa jabbed a thumb at Shamrock. "This one never. Sits. Still," she said. "You have any idea how distracting it is trying to note down charges with her twisting her hair or drumming her fingers next to you?"

"Look, I'm sorry, but I really, really can't help it," Shamrock said, now beginning to tap the table. "I'm. A. Squirrel."

'Don-t do that!' He squealed, vision filling with lots of red warning signs and exclamation marks. His body was hissing like a deflating snake. Bits and parts inside clicked and clacked conspicuously. He swung a hatch on his chassis open, pecking at buttons and knobs with two panicked hands and two equally panicked claws.

'Oh, you shouldn't do that, you know,' Bingle advised, emptying the salt. 'And, absolutely. We like company, don't we, Finch?'

'Yes!' He howled. 'Especially with agents!'

'You can always trust him to be reasonable,' Bingle said with a smile.

'I love company! And acid baths! And explosives! And falling rocks, falling onto me and crushing me to pieces! I love it all!'

'Who did you exorcise?' Bingle asked, ducking as a loose bolt shot off the raging Finch, pinging into the distance. 'Must have been difficult, you know. Lots of people, climbing all over each other. All getting at one fellow. Did you take turns each?'

((Need to slow down on the 'Finch breaking' joke, a bit. Happening a bit too much...))

"I guess... doesn't look half-bad," said VJ, focused more on her food.

"So where do you guys work, again? I haven't seen you 'round the DMS."

"That's because you never leave our RC, Will."

"Really, smarty-pants? Then what am I doing here?"

VJ shrugged. "Dragged against your better judgment?"

"There are two mammals on World One that still lay eggs like birds, and they both live in Australia. One is the echidna, which basically looks like a hedgehog—um, four legs, skinny snout, covered in spines, burrows underground and eats bugs. And the platypus is a weird animal, because it's furry, but it lives in rivers, so it has webbed feet and a duck beak and a flat tail for swimming. Oh, and male platypi have a chunk of bone sticking out of their back ankles that can poison predators they kick, and they're the only venomous mammal. In my world, anyway."

Vania was holding her arms out towards Doc while looking at her new tablemates. "This. He pulls this crap every mission. Something happens in the badfic, and he's all like, 'That's wrong, because blah blah blah fourteenth-century Scottish castle construction blah blah.' It's—" She huffed and put her head in her hands. "is that, is this, just a thing? That partners do? Do you two do this at each other? I mean, I never get a turn. Ugh."

Doc shrugged. "I read. Things." He sipped more of his drink. "Castles were mostly being phased out for tower houses in Scotland by the fourteenth century, though."

"Augh!"

((Turns out, three of the four echidna species are critically endangered right now, and I have a sad. :( ))

((Also, arbitrary assumption that Shamrock would know what a duck beak looks like, but not a beaver tail, is arbitrary.))

and trying to find a place to sit when they overheard Finch's question.

"There's a lot of people in here since we all got invited to Rudi's after the mass exorcism." Tomash said. Then, he added, "Actually, can we join y'all? It's getting really hard to find a table in here."

Shamrock pulled a chain out from under her shirt and held out the phial on the end. "This is my emergency supply," she said. "Dust comes in both crystal and ground forms; it's what allowed humans and Faunus to first fight back against the Grimm when we were nearly driven to extinction. People harness Dust's powers to channel elemental effects, like fire or ice."

Randa returned with a bowl of walnuts for Shamrock and a sandwich for herself. Shamrock began stuffing the food in her mouth, pausing when she realized Randa was giving her a meaningful look. "What?" Shamrock said around her bulging cheeks.

"Nothing," Randa said, turning her attention to her sandwich.

Shamrock chewed, swallowed, then said, "So tell me more about these egg-laying mammals!"

"No, no Dust, just lots of dust. Is Dust what creates the Grimm?"

Vania suddenly straightened up and fluffed out the front of her shirt. She folded her hands on the table and watched Shamrock attentively with a small, forced smile.

The Aviator pointed her sandwich at him. "Oi, you want to talk about heads hurting? I'm getting a headache just listening to these two."

'Bingle. He said, ocular whizzing about in its socket like a UFO with a blind pilot, stopping here and there when it decided that this, this was what needed observation, before immediately breaking off to bounce around further.

'Are you okay, Finch?' Bingle asked, putting the salt shaker down, glancing at his burger, and immediately picking it back up to continue building the little salt hill on the meat into a mountain.

'Did we miss a bloody memo, or something?' His ocular narrowed onto Bingle's face pleadingly, lower lid quivering slightly.

'I hope not, Finch. They're made of pure gold, you know.'

'What?'

'Aren't they?'

Finch paused, pulled briefly out of his horrified trance by the sludgy murk of disappointment. He was almost instantly pulled back in, as he felt something brush against his chassis.

'Bingle, why the hell are there so many,' He glanced around again into the sea of action department flash patches. 'Why the hell are there so many bloody agents?'

She glanced at Doc and Vania. "You... you do have Dust in World One, right?"

A moment ago, he had been ready to ask Randa's help in describing their home. He glanced at Vania, but she was staring into the distance and fiddling with something under the table.

He turned back to Shamrock and cleared his throat. "Um. U.S. is short for the United States, which is the country I lived in. It started out as separate colonies owned by another country, but the colonies worked together to become their own country. That's why it has a weird plural name."

Doc watched Shamrock's face to see if she seemed bored, but dove in to her next question. "And Australia is a huge island where the animals evolved to be really different from the rest of the planet's. The mammals there carry their babies in pouches of skin on the outside of their body, and two of them even lay eggs. And a lot of the snakes and spiders there have very powerful venom, so it does have a reputation for being dangerous, by Earth standards. But we still don't have any actual monsters, like your world does. So, like I said, pretty mundane."

He paused. "Although now that I think about it, I don't know what causes those fire tornadoes. Hm." He furrowed his brow and took a drink.

"Yes in that she can only attack when water orbs are matched, no in the fact that she can attack twice, one with her total attack stat, one with half so, as sub-attributes, like my Dark and her Water only do half of a card's attack." He answered. "It's useful when pinging down high defense but low HP enemies."

"Erm. Well. Uh, thanks?" Marvin coughed, looking to Printworthy. "Sorry. Cider. Throat. You?"

Printworthy smiled, extending a hoof to the rather unexpected fan. Although, he was somewhat used to it, from his past life. "Well, it is a pleasure to meet you too. Please, sit down." He took a look over his new guests. They were rather unique individuals. Almost certainly from Mary Sues. Even now, outside of combat, the rainbow haired one held a slight defensive stance. "I must admit, I am honored and humbled by your appreciation of our work. However, your partner is right. Here, we are all agents."

Marvin managed to stop choking somewhere in the middle of Printworthy's little speech. "So, fellas. Where you from? Home World's, I mean. I'm from World One, and you get one guess about old Prints over here." He glanced at the female, and snickered. "Hold on, let me guess. Hot Topic?" He clamped his hand over his mouth. "Sorry."

((I'm a little swamped right now, with work and woodcutting. However, when things calm down a little on my end, I may be interested, yeah. Fair warning: I take a long time to write. I'm not like Ix. I can take ages to get done with a mission. This may well take several months after we get started to publish. Not trying to dissuade you, just letting you know.))

"My old partner is an Andromeda," He continued. "We are both primarily Water attribute monsters, though I have a dark sub-attribute." He paused, facing Zeb. "What you might find funny is that she has Water as both a primary and secondary attribute."

Zeb's eyes were huge. "Okay, that is massively cool."

The Aviator just snorted and bit into her sandwich.