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"Well I'm from this mobile game called Puzzle and Dragons, basically a Match-3 Crossed with a Mons game," Ajax began. "I am a monster known as Psychopomp Commerce Deity, Hermes."

"How about you guys tell us a bit about yourselves instead?" Zeb suggested. "Most people already seem to know about us, but we don't know about them."

"He doesn't have much of a filter," Ajax said. "It's best to ignore him."

"What's a U.S.? Australia? Is that place dangerous like the Grimm-infested subway tunnels? I don't know much about your world, remember..."

"I'll go get us some food while you two are talking," Randa said, getting up and going to the bar.

"She's pretty much right. I mean, we've got a wide variety of climates and cultures, but most well-written word worlds do, too. Um, lots of different animals, most of which aren't dangerous. Hmmm . . . Looks like my country's about to get a sucky president—I hope other versions of the U.S. had better options, this election." He furrowed his brow. "Australia has fire tornadoes, apparently? Although I guess other versions of Australia must get those, too." He shrugged.

Before Marvin could finish his cider, a young man with rainbow-colored hair and a light blue pilot's jacket joined the two of them. His magenta eyes twinkled with delight, his pointed teeth (pointed teeth?!) bared in an excited grin.

"Could it be? Could it really be THE Marvin and Printworthy?! It is! OmigoshomigoshomigoshomigoshomigoshOMIGOSH! Hiiiii, nice to seeya! Rayner Blitzkreig, DMS, it's an honor!"

"Is it, really?" A tall, dark-haired young woman, bound in chains of light with a large book chained to her ankle, had also joined them. The strangest thing about her wasn't the horns on her shoulders, or the leather wings on her back, or her reptilian tail. No, it was the fact that her severed head was currently balanced, upside-down, on top of the stump of her neck.

"What's so significant about these two, really?" asked E.V.L. "They're just agents."

"Just agents? The All-Purpose Department, My Little Pony Division? They buckin' founded that division!" He turned back to the two of them. "Sorry 'bout that, guys. My partner's as rude as Tartarus, and I can't really change that no matter how hard I try."

"What, no mention of all those trips to FicPsych?" E.V.L. smirked.

"Those. Don't. Count. Anyway... Can we sit here? We were hopin' to talk to you two. Assuming you can put up with my nasty excuse of a partner, that is!"

"Oh, shut it, Pony Boy."

(OOC: Jumper, if you're available to co-write with anyone, I'd love to write a mission with you! I even have a fic on the Claimed list for us to use, if you're interested! :D)

Des was making calming noises, aimed at an obviously traumatised Librarian. "Shh, Lump, it's fine, we're not gonna do that again," he said, "promise."
The Librarian just shook his head. "Madness, I say. Madness."
Des sighed and got up. "Tell you what - I'll get you some Cointreau and a bite to eat, aright? You look like you need it."
The Librarian mumbled something, and Des made his way toward the bar proper.

Shamrock grinned. "You know how it is. Saving the multiverse doesn't leave you with much downtime. But I'd like to hear more about World One! Randa's always 'Oh, there's nothing interesting to say' but I don't believe it."

"You haven't watched your own world's show? Why not? I wish my world had unique movies and novels about it." He solidly drummed his fingers into the tabletop. "Trouble is, pretty much everything that's happened in World One has happened in another version of Earth, too. Mine doesn't have any stories unique too itself."

Meanwhile, Vania was leaned against the edge of the table, delicately slipping shards of plate into the waistline of her pants.

Shamrock made a rocking motion with her hand. "We've got, like, you know, walls and stuff, to keep them out, but that doesn't always work. There were a couple of times somebody deliberately let Grimm into the city—"

"Cinder Fall," Randa put in.

"Yeah, her, sorry, I haven't seen the show that much. Anyway, yeah," Shamrock said. She was now drumming her fingers on the table in a staccato rhythm. "I was in the middle of fighting a Nevermore that was attacking Beacon when I fell into HQ. Let me tell you, that was confusing!"

((Am I the only one who has been curious about the way Randa reacted to the different... events in the life of her friend and what she has done for the two last years?))

"As for your recommendation, I'll be sure to press the advantage every time I can for you."

"Well, you could give it a try. I began watching the series not so lnog ago, and I admit it is pretty interesting, although I started with the movies, and well, one of them, Sunset Shimmer, is my favorite one," Richard said to Venus.

"I... could agree with that," Marina said. "At least the evolution of her situation felt rather realistic."

"So your world has such a monster problem, they have to train people just to fight them? Are they just . . . walking around the streets in the average city? Isn't there some way to stop them from being created? Or are they just your local wild animals?"

Then, very quietly under his breath, Doc added, "Wild monster animals, like bees."

Shamrock didn't seem to notice her partner's sigh. "The world that I come from, Remnant, is inhabited by these big nasty critters called Grimm. As a huntress, I was training to fight them before I came here. They're soulless creatures of destruction and dread, and are attracted to human suffering. You've got fairly weak ones, like Beowolves and Creeps, but there are some big nasty ones out there like the Goliaths and Nevermores." She grinned and patted the haft of the giant axe on her back. "They were no match for me and Schmerzweimel, though!"

"She likes to talk about her weapon like it's alive," Randa whispered to Vania.

"Five years, actually," said Doc. "Wow. I still feel like such a newbie. It feels weird to have been here longer than anyone else."

"And I . . . well, I didn't really count," Vania evaded. "I've been around since before the 2008 invasions, though." She looked downwards, which reminded her of the broken dish. She quickly swept it into her lap, hoping the newcomers didn't notice. "Soooooo, what were those grim things you hunted?"

"I've only been around for two years," Randa said.

"One for me," Shamrock said cheerily. She scratched idly under the Sue tracker on her wrist. "I'm really enjoying it here so far, though. Much more relaxing than hunting Grimm all the time. What about you guys? Been here long?"

Doc turned a bit to face them. "Attending an OFU could be cool, but I think most agents are already too good at writing to get much use from it."

"We were only there for the herbal bath," Vania explained. "It was back when that loony fox agent dumped the Poison Joke into HQ's ventilation system. Were you guys around for that?"

Shamrock grinned and gestured to one of the empty seats. "Mind if we sit here?"

Randa's eyes lit up. "You've been to the OFU? I'd love to attend one, but it seems like I never have the time."

"Plus I'd miss you too much," Shamrock teased.

Randa rolled her eyes. "You'd just find someone else to make friends with."

"Hello, folks! Yeah, we were at the exorcism." She glanced at Doc, who was shaking slightly less now. " . . . Not sure how much we really contributed, but definitely there. I'm Vania, and this Doc."

"It's not really our fandom," Doc said, without turning to look at the pair. "We've only been to the OFU once."

"Kind of fun, being in those pony bodies, though. Feels so bouncy when you run!" Vania wiggled her shoulders a bit. "How about you guys? Were you both in pony disguises?"

Shamrock pulled her bushy tail out of the way. "I didn't mean to scare you! The darn thing has a mind of its own, sometimes, I swear."

Randa tilted her head. "Hey... you were at the exorcism, weren't you?" she said. "I think I've seen you around HQ before. I'm Randa, and this is my partner, Shamrock."

He was fidgeting so badly, he had barely gotten any of his pasta down. He suddenly jumped at an imagined nothing and brushed at his arm vigorously.

Vania sat with her forehead resting in her hand, head low to the table. "Doc. Please, please relax. You're fine." She idly scratched her spoon against her empty plate.

Doc dropped his fork onto the plate. "I canNOT get stung by a bee. Every male in my family has had horrible reactions to bee stings. I've never been stung, so I have no idea if I inherited that, so I can't ever take the risk of getting stung, because it could—"

Vania slammed the spoon down into the plate. "For the last time, those weren't even bees! They were some parasite something. I don't know if they're even insects!" She glanced down at her cracked plate, and her face went a little white. "Oh, crud."

Doc was about to reply, but it turned into a yelp as he jerked away from someone who had brushed against his elbow while walking behind Doc's seat.

"It doesn't matter if you like it or not, since the last I checked, she was not your daughter," she said coldly.

"Hey, Ave, come on, they're just trying to be nice," Zeb said.

"Anditomilsivian sounds like a good name, but I for one like Elanorelisindrivar," He said. "It just feels correct to me."

"I'm fine either way," Ajax followed up.

"Anditomilsivian sounds like a good name, but I for one like Elanorelisindrivar," He said. "It just feels correct to me."

"I'm fine either way," Ajax followed up.

"As far as I know, at least. Doc Fitz says I'm the only parent. Though knowing badfics, she's not going to be a complete clone of me," the Aviator said with a sigh.