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[worst_shot]

[A man in cobalt blue armor flies through a door and smacks hard into a tree.]

Ow! ...Fucking...

[He manages to sit up and look around...]

Okay, what the fuck? Did that thing blow me into the past? Again? Because that's getting kind of old.

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[recoveryone]

[...]

About time you showed up, Church. And just as gracefully as I imagined you would too.

[worst_shot]

Fuck you. Maybe if you'd actually fucking told me what that thing did, I'd have landed more gracefully.

And where the hell are we now, anyway? Not that I mind ditching Caboose. Or was that the whole plan? Because knowing him, he'll just follow me.

[recoveryone]

You couldn't have put two and two together? I run off to give you a distraction, and told you to walk into that launch pad. What did you think was going to happen?

You wouldn't believe me. You'd pass it off before I get my first sentence out.

[worst_shot]

Not this, that's for sure. [He gets up carefully - nothing seems to be broken, at least.]

...Yeah? Try me. I've been through some weird shit the last few years.

[antiomega]

Christ, do you have to be so loud--

[Wait.] ... You--... Church?

[worst_shot]

[No fucking way.

From behind the helmet, he just staaares.]

...Tex?

[antiomega]

... Yeah? What? [She has... no idea what to say, for once.]

[worst_shot]

I...fuck.

You survived the crash, then. I mean...I guess I knew it couldn't kill you, but your body did, too. [...Right?]